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the to-go cup

Fall. My favorite season.

Fall in Boston is absolutely gorgeous. The soft shades of green transform to fiery yellows, reds, and browns. Stylish apparel that matches the changing colors of trees, like hats, scarfs, and heavier jackets to withstand the cool temperatures. Crisp breezes that lift long hair. Couples sharing hot apple cider, kissing under an autumn-infested willow.

So, you can probably feel my disappointment when Skye practically tackled me in need of an explanation as to what just happened in the coffee shop.

"Ow! What the f-"

"Okay, what the hell was that? I haven't seen you like that since... ever"

I rubbed the back of my head, irritated. "You haven't seen me like what?"

"Oh, I don't know, like a complete bitch?" Skye stood excitedly, fists clenched, chest heaving. "I mean, you could cut the sexual tension in there with a knife, too! God that was-" She shivered and bit her lip. "Intense"

"Well, Jesus don't misinterpret that. It was nothing" I shrugged, continuing towards my first class.

"I- you just.. b-but-" Skye stammered incoherently, trying to make sense of my confusing statement. "He was totally eye-fucking you" She jogged to keep up with me "You were such a tease! He called you 'love'! You almost kissed!"

"Thanks for the play by play, dude, but seriously, it was nothing" I lied, again swallowing nervously.

The truth is, I was actually looking forward to tonight. Hey, maybe I'll get laid. The only thing that irks me though, is the fact that Ace was such an asshole. An arrogant, asshole. Although, I do respect his forwardness. It isn't easy to express your want for someone... no matter how vulgar.

"I don't understand. Are you going to see him tonight?"

"Well, yeah. It's an easy lay. I haven't gotten any since-" Heart palpitating, lungs constricting, throat closing. Classic signs of a panic attack.

"Oh no, babe. Not again." Skye muttered sadly, patting my shoulders. "Is it Ale-"

"Don't... say... his... name" I managed between difficult breaths. Sharp, painful stabs punctured my inflamed lungs. Inhaling slowly, I counted five things I could see, four I could touch, three things I could hear, two objects I could smell, and one I could taste. A method to aid in overwhelming anxiety. "I'm sorry, sometimes it comes out of nowhere-"

"Never apologize for that, I understand. Don't ever apologize" Skye wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I returned the warm embrace. My eyes burned, tears brimming the lids.

"I hate that he still has the power to hurt me, Skye. It won't stop" I whispered thoughtfully. She nodded and pulled away, staring me straight on.

"Get yourself together, get to class, and think about the hot, hot sex you'll have with Ace Mitchell, tonight" She winked, spun on her heel, and walked in the direction of our dorm room.

"Shit" I murmured, using my index finger to wipe my tears away. "I need vodka"

Unready, I stepped on the perfect path leading towards my Journalism class. I always had a knack for writing, even when I was a child. My diary was my best friend. Every day after school I wrote pen to paper, all possible details. From what the shitty cafeteria food tasted like, to my first crush... first kiss. But, when a certain ex-boyfriend tore through each page and burnt the precious moments of my young life, I lost my passion for writing.

Needless to say, he's the reason for my obsessive drinking, and writer's block.

"Thank you" I nodded, smiling at the woman who held my classroom door open. Though small, the room captures a certain ambiance that relaxed my nerves. The aroma of freshly printed paper, the soft click of laptop keyboards. Home.

I sat near the only window, placing my coat on the back of a chair. The room consisted of one, long table with seats strategically placed around it. Lack of decor made the room very bland. Much like the coffee I had this morning.

As always, I was the first person to arrive. Fun.

Fingers played an invisible piano on the echoing table as boredom swept over me. Lord, is anyone planning on actually attending class today?

By some grace of God, someone walked in. But, not someone I was, let's say, relieved to see. Funny, I guess God does have a sense of humor... an awful one at that.

"You, again? Are you stalking me?" Ace winked, flashing a million-dollar smile. He placed a coffee cup on the table, waiting for me to respond.

"Could say the same to you" I shrugged. "I was here first"

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, running a tongue over pearly whites. "Were you?" Ace gestured towards the open laptop at the end of the table. I frowned, shocked. He was literally just at the coffee shop, how in the world did he make it here so fast?

"I got a to-go cup, love." He spoke lowly, scanning my eyes and reading my thoughts. "After our... interaction I left"

He dragged his finger over the surface of the table, edging closer. My pulse raced frantically when he began stepping around the perimeter of the furniture, silently stalking towards my seated body. Tantalizing, unnerving strides. Ace continued to trail his middle finger across the table, even when he stood directly behind me. Thighs pressed against my back, he pulled the finger up my arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to lean into his chest, which bent low so his head leveled with mine. "Can I ask you something?" Ace muttered, his warm breath fanning across the shell of my ear. This is driving me wild. I inhaled sharply, feeling his finger approach my breasts. Gently, he made small circles around my nipples, causing them to harden to peaks. Ace stopped, and again, trailed the digit higher... until it grazed my lips.

"Have you been fucked against a wall?"

I clenched my thighs together, easing the throbbing that had suddenly arrived with Ace's invasive question. All sane thoughts became clouded with need. A primal, instinctual need to fuck Ace Mitchell. I shook my head hesitantly.

"Do you want to be?" He asked, voice husky and raw.

By this point, my panties were completely creamed. Soaking with desire. I know, it was terrible to want this, and I barely knew the guy... but come on!

"I-" He inserted his finger into my mouth, lightly pressing against my tongue.

"Do you ever use this sweet tongue to pleasure someone else?"

A faint moan erupted from my throat, making him chuckle. Damn him.

"Such a needy girl" Ace tsked, planting a sloppy kiss against my jawline. I tilted my head to give him better access... but he paused.

"Not, now, love. Tonight. Let's finish what we started, hm?" He dragged the finger against my bottom lip, revealing perfect teeth. Watching him return to his seat, I finally took a deep, refreshing breath.

I'm so fucked... literally.