My last class ended at three, so I decided to go out. I hopped into my old station wagon and went into the city. I drove up to my favorite café. It was tiny, quiet, and quaint. A perfect place to be alone. To enjoy a cup of coffee and a freshly baked Danish. To get away from the troubles of life. My family went on vacation in this area after we moved. That's when I fell in love with this place and when I figured out that this was where I was going to college.

My stepmother, along with a mind controlled Bobbi and Timothy, tried to make my life miserable while my father did nothing. But I, being Dahlia Max, was able to make it the best time. I was so glad when I went off to college. My brother and sister were going into sixth grade and I hated to leave them with Kathleen, but they were her kids and only my half-siblings.

I shook my head to stop zoning and get out of my head. I was parked on the side of a street and just sitting in the car. I grabbed my computer and shoved open the door. I walked inside and ordered a black coffee with a Danish, I always ordered that. I waited inside until my order was complete then I went to the outdoor part and sat down.

I opened my computer and worked on another design. I faintly heard the clank of a metal chair as someone sat near me, but I didn't see them. I didn't care to look up. I tapped the screen and sketched something else. I got the weird feeling that someone was staring at me. I looked up and Marcus was at the other side of the table. I wanted to bang my head against the table.

'Why is he always around?' He smiled at me.

"You okay? You didn't seem to be doing so good in class." He asked.

"You're at my table," I replied.

"Mhhhm. Yep, because no one else is here. And I couldn't find anywhere else to sit." No one else was there. I was tempted to hop over the gate and wait for a car to hit me.

"Why do you keep following me?" I was so tired of being around him. It drained me, hurt me to be around him, which fueled my anger.

"Why won't you answer my question?,"

"I asked first."

"I don't keep following you. We just share some classes."

"Mhm, yeah and we just happen to run into one another at every given moment." I said sarcastically.

"Exactly! You get it!"

"No," I said monotonously.

"Yeah. It just a coincidence that we have so many classes together and that we happen to favor this place over the horrible coffee everywhere else."

'Help me, help me, help me.' I repeated in my head.

"So really, Spitfire, why don't you like me? I mean, it can't be my looks. Or my intelligence. Or even my charisma, because let's face it those are all my best features."

"Your personality sucks." I said as he was finishing his sentence. "And I have a boyfriend. You pursuing me is getting annoying and is childish." He raised an eyebrow.

"Your voice sounds familiar, Spitfire. Have we met before? Did I do something to you and that's why you don't like me?" My stomach did a flip into my chest. I kept reminding myself not to show any expression. 'Gods, how could he recognize my voice? It'd so long.' I thought. My emotional side replied, 'How could he not?' I hated myself. Always fighting against myself and my stupid emotional side.

"No," I said a little quieter than before. "We've never met." He shrugged his shoulders and continued to try to converse with me for the next ten minutes.  I finished my coffee and Danish and walked away while he was in the middle of a sentence.