Run into my Arms

Chapter 1...

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"One medium strawberry banana smoothie and a blueberry muffin." I ordered.

"Oh, let me guess, extra strawberries like always, Britt?"

"Thanks, it's almost as if you read my mind." I look across the Starbucks counter and give my friend, Brent, a sarcastic look. "Mind if I hang around and bother you till your shift ends?"

"Sure. Thanks for calling to ask, appreciate it. I can see we don't need couples counseling anymore."

"Shut up, Brent. I don't call you anymore because when I tried to last, your phone was already swimming in a urinal. Who plays with they're phone while they're peeing?" I ask, holding back a laugh. In the process I manage a snort, which sets off Brent's laughter.

"It was important..." He gasps.

"It was temple run and you suck at it" I say.

"Well, not everyone can be temple run geniuses." He pouts and holds his hand to his heart.

"Happy Friday, by the way." I add, holding an imaginary cup up toasting the air. Brent waves me off.

I've known Brent since Pre-school and we've been best friends since. I remember always having him over at my house, eating Oreos from my grandpa's plate or making cookies that we still ate, despite being burnt. When I was 12, I had the flu so bad I was hospitalized. Brent visited me everyday and even managed to get himself sick. In eighth grade, Brent came out saying he was homosexual. Some avoided him, but my promise
to him was through thick and thin we'd be friends till the end.

Brent turns around to make my smoothie, being sure to announce, "One Britt order coming up!" I laugh at this then open my purse for my wallet.

"Okay, Ms. McConnard, here's your special order with a side a fries." I look at my smoothie noticing Brent drew a penis on the lid using his ordering pen.

"Oh, grow up, Brent!" I laugh as Brent hands me a straw.

When Brent finally takes his lunch break he and I sit at one of the tables and talk about what we're planning on doing for Summer vacation from Ashton High School. Twenty  minutes later his boss, Angie, calls him back to work. I watch as she goes back into the workers' lounge behind the kitchen, so I decide to stick around a while longer. When Brent isn't taking orders, he and I just watch the crowd of coffee and mocha-cocoa lovers come in and out.

The coffee shop's door chimes strike each other for the hundredth time. I turn around to see who it is and instantly I'm hooked on him. He is hot. Not just hot, but perfect. I quickly look him up and down as he scans his surroundings. He twirls his car keys around his finger, holding his phone in the other hand. He wore a faded light blue muscle shirt with Aston High's mascot, the Hawk, flexing its wing, and white basketball shorts.  His blond hair was styled messy on top of his perfectly shaped head of his. Not messy as if he woke up without bothering to fix it, but messy that perfectly fell over each layer.

His blue eyes search the Starbucks, looking for something. Whatever it was, really hot bodied self couldn't find it. The shirt he wore showed his muscles easily, as if the were screaming for attention from my eyes and dammit I wasn't going to turn their offer down.

I recognized him from school. He's in my english class, very popular, sometimes to himself. He's never struck me as hot or even good looking until now. Maybe because I always have my nose in a book.

He walks up beside me and leans on the counter, "Hey."

"H-hi."

Brent turns around after handing another customer their drink. He spots me speaking to the boy and walks to the counter I'm standing by.  "Cough! Cough!" Brent starts to slightly nudge me. I nudge back, understanding his signal. The boy looks at Brent. "Need a cough drop, bro?"