Out of my Limit

Lucifer Ramones- Also known as the schools bad boy who always seems to get in trouble.
Sophia Ester- A girl who enjoys the little things in life and keeps to herself.
Fate brings the two together.

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8. chapter 7

Lucifer

The day couldn't move any slower. For some reason, I really wanted to get out of the school. That was weird considering I never wanted to be home with my father. God I hate him. I come home every day to see him drunk, having to clean up his vomit if he upchucks his latest taste of vodka, and putting up with the small room I have in the basement, which was right next to his workshop so I was always worried he'd come downstairs in the middle of the night and murder me with one of the power tools. It wouldn't be surprising anyway.

When the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the day, I pushed the slutty girl off my lap and ran outside to my motorcycle. Well, the motorcycle was my uncles, but he got into an accident. The accident wasn't on the motorcycle of course because then I wouldn't be using it. By accident I mean he got into a gang fight on the wrong side of Chicago. I felt really bad for him, of course, but I had to wonder what he was doing down there. He was probably selling illegal drugs to younger kids, but I wouldn't know. He did that down here and I even got a taste of coke once, or a snort I guess you could say, but it was about 12ish so I thought I could swallow it. I was wrong and my dad hit me again. That same year, I found out my mother was killed in a car accident. I just have the best luck with my family; murder, death, overdosage, suicide, etc.

I mounted my motorcycle and drove off to Corner street, which wasn't too far from school, but I didn't want to walk or leave my bike at the school. Besides, I loved the feeling of the wind in my face as I drove down the street. I could drive away, far away from my dad, but I never did. There was always something pulling me back. I don't know what it was, but I always came back to that house. Maybe it was the thought that it's what my mother would have done. I used to look up to her. She had a great job with great pay, but she had a shitty husband. She could have dumped his sorry ass at anytime and got a divorce, yet she stayed with him. I don't know why she did, but she did and I admired her until the very end.

The coffee shop came into view and I pulled into the back lot to park. I've done this a million times before, normally with my grandma and not on a motorcycle though. She and I would walk in and the fresh smell of coffee would waft into our noses. It was a great feeling. The sad thing about my grandma was she was a heroin addict and she died from an overdosage. Figures.

I hopped off my bike and kicked the stand out so it stood upright. Walking inside, I noticed a help wanted sign on the door.

Maybe I'd get a job here, that way I could bring back good memories and not have to see my dad so much.

I walked inside and waved at Marty, the coffee shop owner. I've known him since I was about five and he treated me better than my own father did. I may not have been abused until I was seven, but I was neglected by him. I don't know what hurt more, the physical abuse or the mental.

"Hey, Marty." I smiled, taking a seat at the small bar directly in front of him. I could see the coffee brewer in the back from where I was sitting and I watched Marty's wife, Lindsey, start up the coffee maker.

"Hello, Lucifer, how are ya buddy?" He asked a glint in his eye, as usual, he was wearing an apron that had coffee stains on it and his old purple tee shirt. I remember when I was younger I used to make fun of him and call him a girl for wearing that purple color. He said all the cool boys were wearing it like Justin Bieber, but I told Marty Justin was a girl and a guys body.

"I've been pretty good." I replied. "I'm actually waiting on a friend, she's here to help me study."

Marty raised an eyebrow at me.

"Is it Sissy, Alexis, Christina, Cadence, or Candace?" He asked. I rolled my eyes at him and swiveled around in my chair.

"Her names Sophia, and I'm not bringing her here to hook up or make out with, I want her to help me with my studies."

"Does she wear really short shorts and crop tops?"

Again, I rolled my eyes and swiveled back around in my chair.

"No, actually, she wears jeans everyday and a tee shirt, possibly a hoodie as well."

"Even in this hot weather?"

"Yes'sir."

"Well, you've really turned a corner, haven't ya?"

"Oh please, Marty, I'm not in love with this girl. In fact, you and I both know very well I've never been in love with anyone."

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about that. I'm sure you'll find a girl to settle down with and break your bad habits." He muttered before coming out from around the bar and grabbing plates off the tables near by. The shop should be closed by now, but Marty keeps it open for me. I also have a key if I ever need to stay the night in a booth. He even said the guest room was always open for me, but I didn't want to take advantage of him like that. I'd end up living with him, but he can't afford any kids, let alone one that may be a burden on them.

The bell above the door rang gently letting us know someone was coming in.

It was Sophia. Her hair was down and no longer in the messy bun she was wearing in first period and her curls bounced around her neck as she walked.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to walk down here because I can't drive yet."

Marty turned around and almost dropped the plates he was holding onto the floor.

"Why didn't you drive her over, Lucifer?" Marty asked, sliding into the bar and putting the plates in the sink.

"Because I'm stupid and I didn't want her to get hurt on the motorcycle."

"That didn't matter with all those other-"

"That'll do, Marty."

Sophia stood there awkwardly and shifted her weight between each foot.

"Would you kids like some coffee?" Marty asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, please." She said, calming down a little bit.

"Alright, I'll also have Lindsey make some cookies and--- Lindsey!" He ran into the back door of the kitchen where the oven is. "He brought a girl that wears full clothing for once! Can you believe it? Our little boy is growing up!"

Sophia raised an eyebrow at me and I just laughed it off.

"Sorry about him, he's just excited."

"Is he your father?" She asked while she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

I paused for a second before muttering 'I wish.' I led her to the booth I normally sat at by the window. Light from the suns rays were creeping in through the window and it felt warm against my cheeks.

"So, I was wondering if you could help me with my biology homework first. I don't get this birth certificate thingy where you find out what's wrong with the child."

"Do you mean Karyotyping or pedigrees?" She asked.

"The one with the broken thingy."

"Karyotyping?"

"Sure."

"Okay, let's start with that."

That's what we did for about three hours.

I soon got really, really bored of sitting around and doing work so I sat up in my seat.

"Hey, have you ever been on a motorcycle before?" I asked.

"I can't say I have." She replied, sitting up straighter as well. "Why do you ask?"

I got out of my seat and brushed my work off the table.

"What are you doing?" She asked. "You worked really hard on that!"

"You've never done anything fun, have you?"

"I have done fun things!" She protested.

"Like what?"

"Like--"

"Like watching paint dry."

"Don't knock it 'till you try it." She smiled softly at me.

"Wow, you really live life on the edge." I joked before grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the booth. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Fine."

"Fine." I smiled and led her out to my bike.

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