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Chapter 15

I've got major writers block for this story right now. Not sure when the next update will be, a week at the most. I do have two new stories I'm working on but I want to write a couple of chapters on the before I publish them. So, enjoy this short, crappy chapter!

After a calling Devon for the umpteenth time today, he still wouldn't answer me. Grayson and I sat in Click's as I got ready for my first day on the job. Grayson's sister was thirteen but since I'm so small, her clothes fit me. He'd grabbed me something to wear then drove me over here.

"I've screwed up royally," I groaned and rested my head on the table.

"He's just mad. I'd would be too if I saw my girlfriend all up on another guy after a fight," He shrugged.

"That makes me feel so much better," I sighed.

"But it wasn't flirty! It was friendly," He reassured.

I tied my new apron around my waist and sighed. Grayson sat in the back to read while I busied myself with cleaning and organizing. Once I was finished, I flipped the closed sign to open.

The day was slow at first, a couple of people here and there. I didn't need training because I already knew how to make all the drinks due to the fact that I've been coming here since I was fourteen. The tinkle of people sped up into a steady stream and I didn't even have time to think about Devon through all the coffee and tea.

I organized the money in the cash register and called the next customer up.

"What can I get you?" I asked politely but didn't look up from my task.

"Black coffee will do," said a familiar voice. It hurt to hear it. I looked up and my eyes met Devon's dark brown gaze.

"C- coming right up," I stammered and started brewing the coffee.

"That's all you have to say?" He glared.

"I'm working Devon," I sighed. "We can talk about this later."

"Talk about what? There isn't anything to talk about," He smiled viciously.

"So you don't want to talk about us, then?" I asked, pouring the steaming coffee into a to-go cup.

"Like I said, there isn't anything to talk about," He replied calmly.

I stared at him, my breath catching. A felt my hand burn and I yelped. I'd poured too much coffee into the cup and it had overflowed.

"Are you alright?" Devon asked, sincerely concerned, as I wiped the hand and put a lid on his drink.

"Why would you care?" I snapped and trusted the drink towards him. He dropped a twenty dollar bill on the counter and turned away, swing the door open and stormed out.

When my shift was finally over, I made two Chai tea lattes and sat down in the back with Grayson. I pushed one towards him and he eyes it suspiciously.

"It's good, just drink it," I snorted. He sipped in carefully and nodded his head.

"Okay it's good. Now tell me about what just happened with Devon. I saw him come in," He pried.

"He ordered a black coffee," I sighed.

"How scandalous," He snorted into his steaming cup.

"He didn't say anything about us to me so I asked him," I huffed. "He just said that 'there is nothing to talk about'." I did over exaggerated quotation marks in the air, which probably looked really odd due to my broken hand.

"Yikes," Grayson said as he took another big gulp of his latte.

"But my sharp toung made his storm out," I frowned.

"What did you say this time?" Grayson's eyes twinkled playfully.

"I burnt my hand and when he asked if I was okay," I sighed, "I asked him why he cared."

"You really need to control that temper of yours," He pointed.

"You've known me for two day," I scoffed. "How would you know anything about my temper?"

"For one," He smirked, "You just gave me an example of it. And second, you pretty much told me your life story, remember? I know more about you than you recall telling me."

"Way to make that sound creepy," I snorted and finished off my tea latte.

Grayson shrugged and stirred his drink, muttering a  quiet, "Much obliged."

We sat in silence for a while when we heard the bell on the door tinkle.

"Hello, welcome to-," I began until say that the guest was non other than Devon.

"Back so soon?" I growled, then yelped as Grayson kicked me under the table.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Devon asked, eyeing Grayson suspiciously.

"Yeah sure," I sighed and followed him outside into the busy street.

"Talk," He commanded.

"I thought you wanted to talk to me," I snorted.

"But I didn't do anything wrong," He snapped.

"Is that what you're going with?" I asked,  genuinely curious.

"I'll address my fault when you address yours," He settled.

"Why?" I inquired.

"Because I'm weak," He frowned. "Now, talk."

"Grayson and I are just friends, I promise. After I yelled at you for no good reason, sorry about that by the way, I ran to the park. He found me and let me talk to him. Then you showed up and took it the wrong way," I sighed.

"Where did you sleep last night?" He asked briskly.

"Devon," I pleaded lightly, "You know I couldn't go home."

I could see the anger boiling up in him and he was at the door if the shop in a flash.

"What are you doing?" I shouted after him, but he was already gone. I ran after him and found him striding menacingly towards Grayson. He was on his feet in a flash, a nervous grin on his face and his hands held up in surrender.

"Devon, stop!" I snapped, but his fists were up.

"Dont touch my girlfriend!" He punched Grayson, who fell back into the chair behind him. I ran to his side, but we waved me off, laughing lightly.

"I'm fine, but look at your boyfriend. That seemed to make him feel better. Now go fix this so I don't get hit again," Grayson urged.

A look passed across Devon's face. I could tell he now understood that Grayson meant no harm. His expression softened and he took a step towards me.

"Apologize to Grayson and we can okay?" I suggested.

"Sorry for hitting you," Devon said quietly.

"Good boy," I smiled and fell into his arms. We stood in each others grasp for a while before a voice broke us apart.

"This is really touch, really it is, but can we hurry it along? I think I'm getting a black eye," Grayson smiled.