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I rushed after the tanned girl. Her long hair flowed as the harsh wind wiped across our faces. I pulled up my bra so that nothing gets exposed like Danielle Cohn's age-

We rushed down the hill, pushing and dodging other classmates.

"Watch it!" One girl called out to us. We shoved our middle fingers up in the air and continued to run.

'Jesus...how far' I huffed. 'is this stupid cafe...?' I thought to myself as my legs grew tired of the unknown workout I put it in.

she slowed down to a stop but I pushed past her, 'ha! Slow poke!'

"You fucken idiot!" She screamed out to me. She was laughing and pointed to a building. "This is the cafe!"

I growled and dragged my feet back to her. I started to complain "Great, now I'm all sweaty and tired!" She bit her lips and twirled a strand of dark brown hair between her fingertips.

"Don't worry, at least I didn't let you continue to run you're flat ass off." She grinned at me and held the door open.

I slid in through the door and the smell of warm coffee and cinnamon filled my nose. The door keeping out all the hot air and keeping in all the cool. Jazz music from the early 2000's started to play.

"What do you want? I'm paying." She grinned and pulled out a card.

"Whatever your having, Ive never been here before." I looked at all the burgundy furnished couches and dark oak tables that complimented the walls with paintings hanging from them.

"Are you sure? I've got wild taste."

"Yeah, and I'll pay you back."

"No need. Get us a booth! Not a small table" she started walking towards the line. When I asked her why she shouted at me she wanted to look expensive.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed a booth near the window, you know, because all protagonists sit near the window.

"Alrighty, I placed our orders. If they get my name wrong I'm personally beating their ass."

"Dam girl, chill!" I chuckled and moved some strands of my dark hair out of my eyes.

"Keymora, it's not that hard of a name to get right...shit I should've put my name as key or mora..." she laid her head on her arm and peered up at me and the window. She started to bite her nails and peer out the tinted windows.

I turned around to see what she was looking at. Their was nothing their. "What's wrong?"

"I..nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah." She fixed her shades.

"Ke..keymaria?" The barrista called out in confusion.

"ITS KEYMORA!" She shouted

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