lemonade novel Chapter 1

Jacqueline's POV

This week was not going well for me. Everything is just happening all at once. My stress levels are skyrocketing. I'm more pissy than usual...

I needed a break. Desperately.

Looking out of the Starbucks window, I shamelessly eyed the two hot boys across the road talking to each other. One had (obviously dyed) blonde hair with tan skin and a narrow muscular body to match. I noticed he had Black Timberlands. The other beautiful specimen had curly brown hair, tan skin as well and he had muscles in all the right places. His t-shirt hugged his body perfectly and you could see his abs and v-lines.

Can I get some water, please?

They started laughing, throwing their heads back and headed towards the café. Abort mission! (Though they do look good as they walk.)

Someone beside me cleared their throat quite loudly. Who the hell is interrupting my thirsty thoughts? I looked up to a freakishly tall, and intimidatingly pretty girl.

"That's my seat." She barked snarkily. Okay, I do not want to get on her bad side.

"Is your name on it?" Oh, but I just had to!

"Excuse me-"

I cut her off with a, "You're excused!"

Gasping loudly—because she just had to— she shifted her position and noticeably clenched her fist. "Who the hell do you think you are? Do you know who I am?"

"A human being." I was just looking for trouble today.

"No. But you're going to be a human slushie." And because she ordered a Caramel Frappaccino, I now had the gooey, deliciousness that was a wasted Starbucks drink covered on my white off-shoulder sweater and my beautiful hair. I just sat there as she stormed off because I'm so nice. I should've given her a hug, but I'm not the affectionate type.

Two deep chuckles sounded from the counter, which caused me to look in that direction. It was those two hot boys. And they were laughing at me.

This doesn't feel good. For some reason, my eyes started glossing over and I found myself running to the ladies' room. Why, I don't know. I looked into the mirror and took in my puffy eyes and dirty, sticky hair that matched my sweater. I was a mess.

I never really paid attention to a boy's reaction towards me. I never cared. All I focused on was schoolwork and scholarships. That's how I got into University. Sure, my parents were rich, but I believed in earning your rewards, not getting them handed to you on a silver platter. I just thought that boys were a distraction. That, however, didn't stop me from appreciating the male species. During high school, I'd see girls happy with their boyfriends. Seemingly complete with a spark in their eyes. But then some girls just looked distraught the next day. I guess I'm afraid of heartbreak. Some part deep inside of me always wanted a boy's attention. But not this kind.

Right as I was washing my face, a knock sounded from the door. Who knocks to enter the ladies' room. "Hey, are you okay?" Ooh, that voice.