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"What the heck," I inform myself, preparing for another tinder date. My eyes trail upward; I'm wearing a dirty shirt and old joggers I found on the floor. At least I'm comfortable.

I stare at my phone, the numbers glaring at me. 11:51.

"Yo, you're gonna be late!" Marcie yells, meeting my gaze from the end of the stair case.

"What makes you think this one will be different?" I say, finally making an appearance.

She gasps in horror, "What in god's name are you wearing, Kels?"

"It's not that tight," I play around with my pant pockets, taking it in as a smile strains on my face. "I'm not wearing what you chose, I look like a freaking damsel in distress."

"No wonder you can't afford a good looking man." Marcie states.

I immediately snap, walking downstairs with a frown. "Hey! That's not fair. Yours looks like Johnny Depp. Why should mine be good looking? If he's --"

"Don't," She cuts me off, "Say It."

"--funny." I blurt out. "I was going to say funny."

Before I can slitter another comment, hands press against my back and basically toss me out of the house. "Bye!" Marcie squeals obnoxiously, "Don't embarrass yourself!"

I smirk. "Oh why, my deer roommate, don't I already?"

The last I see is her eyes roll as a loud slam shakes the roof.

Walking through the streets of New York, I stop by Starbucks to get some coffee. You can never go wrong with a little caffeine.

"Next," A lady in uniform calls, her vocals laced a bit in boredom while swirling with anger.

"Geez Louise."

My comment doesn't go past her and I quickly realize that, feeling a bit flustered. "Hey, there!"

"What do you want?"

"Um..." I tap my chin, tilting my head at the menu. "Can I have the De--"

"We don't sell the deluxe anymore."

"Why not?"

"It causes diseases such as --"

"Yeah, I got it, thanks anyway."

I wave a goodbye and sadly make my way to the exit, maybe clenching my teeth as I think of my not so sweet deluxe.

"Why do you do this to me?" I whisper quietly, folding my arms.

After being showered with disappointment, my thoughts return to my so called date and I check the time. "Holy shoots, I'm late!"

Picture this: Ninety pounds of frail bone and skinny legs shimming down the crowded streets, cursing as loud as possible, with hair stuck in her mouth, barely makes it on time and when she does, the guy just sits there and stares at her like world war three just exploded in her face.

"Now, I know what you're thinking. Oh my god, what a weirdo. If you would just let me explain what it took to get here, then you'd actually think of me as some sort of survivor. It was crazy. Hair was in my face and I couldn't see anything and I almost chocked on it--oh, and don't even get me started on my deluxe! I mean, how could Starbucks just cancel a drink they've been selling for years? Eh, guess it hasn't been that long and it was infected. Oh my god, imagine if we got a world plague from that shit-"

Stop.

"Huh?"

Stop.

I don't notice at first, but the guy left.

Like, centuries ago.

I slump on the empty seat and bang my head on the steel table several times before it starts to hurt. I ignore the buzzing sound that vibrates inside my pocket.

My fingers clutch the little, cracked phone as I lift up my head.

I glare at my stupid phone, seeing Marcie's number pop up. I know what's she going to say and I wasn't ready to hear the cold hearted truth. I shut off my phone for good, feeling the weight of desperation. Is this what rejection feels like?

I scram to my tinder app, but the page fails to load. How inconvenient.

Releasing a heavy, saddening sigh from my chest, I put my hands on the table and jump to my feet. I'm in shock the waiter doesn't just say, "Ma'am, you need a life."

Speaking of waiters, I almost barf at the sight of a young man flirting with a waitress whose wiping down tables. It's so obvious too, something that always makes me gag a little.

Then again, my love life is pathetic so what do I know?

I reach the cashier and pay five dollars for a milkshake, mumbling a thank you on my way out. Once I take a seat outside, my fingers fumble with the striped straw. Left, right, left, right, left, right, le-

"Get out of my way."

My ears hop up instantly and I turn my head to see a group of guys staring down someone who looks Little Stuart. Ooo, this no good.

This is happening behind a little alley that's right next to the building I just exited from. The conversation hits me in the gut and I can't help, but stare at the biker like jackets that four guys wear while Stuart wears a thrift shop hoodie.

"You think I'm asking?" One of the older men yell in his face, knocking off the victim's shades to the ground.

Even though there is four way taller and bulkier bullies cornering him, it doesn't faze the guy. He stands there with his arms looping around his back, a straight face to the max.

"The hell," I grumble, confusing clouding my judgment.

"I'm not moving." Tough guy speaks firmly, his voice completely calm.

The bikers step up, pushing the smaller boy up against the concrete wall. He does nothing.

"Hey!" Well, freckles.

Me, the girl who couldn't even get a date with tinder, stand up and face them. They all turn their heads and one of them lets go of the boy's shirt. He regains his posture and also turns his eyes to me, narrowing them.

"What do you think you're doing? Leave him alone."

I'm going to die.

Say goodbye Kelly, this is it.

Farewell-

"What?" They all laugh. "Get out of here twinkle toes."

"No," I say a little louder. "I don't care what you call me, you don't scare me."

"Is that right?" No.

"Y-yes." I stutter like a five year old and more laughter rumbles, conquering me in an instant.

The boy gives me a sympathetic look, as if saying well, you tried.

"You know what? I can't stand you! Yeah, that's right. You smell so bad. Oh god, what'd you eat? You stink!" My mouth keeps rolling even though I'm basically frozen next to the chair I kicked earlier. I won't stop, I can't.

"Listen missy, I don't know who you think you are--"

"I'm your worst nightmare," I start up again, but this time, I'm prepared. "On second thought, maybe the shower is. Gosh buddy, ever heard of showers?"

He walks towards me and I instinctively grab the chair on the floor, wishing I went to the gym when I had the chance, and throw it at him.

It misses him by an inch and a smirk grows on his face. Shit.

I don't need to see what's happening behind us, I can hear the punches a mile away. My heart races and I dash behind the table, picking up another chair. Hopefully, I'm not charged with any damage that goes down.

"A chair can't save you," The man snarls, going all crazy eyed on me.

I don't waste my breath and instead of throwing the heavy object in my hands upwards, I aim downward and hear him curse as his legs collapse on the ground. Mom taught me well.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and meet Stuart's warmth.

"What were you thinking?" He pants, taking a couple of breathes. I figure fighting takes a lot out of you.

"I wasn't." I confess, which is true.

"I'm Quinn, Quinn Eaton." He says, offering a smile.

"Kelly Parker." I state, returning the smile.

Somehow, today didn't turn out to be so bad after all. I raise my phone up to my eyes and smile at the time.

12:00.