coffee days

001

[devon's p.o.v]

❝jacob,❞ i walked over to our usual seat-which happened to be very close to the kitchen, because let's face it-we love food. "you already ordered?" i ask, plopping down onto the plump cushion that adorned the upholstered bar stool. he looked up from his phone and nodded.

"sorry, dude. you took too long." he said and i rolled my eyes at his lame excuse.

"five minutes! i was five minutes late!" i exclaimed, unwrapping the silverware from a floral napkin.

"whatever. you look exceedingly straight, by the way." he remarked flamboyantly. i resisted making a terrible comeback and instead decided to stab his fancy croissant with my fork. i laughed when he didn't realize because he was on his phone. he instinctively looked up and frowned. "devooon," he whined, plucking the fork from his croissant and tossing it at me.

"chill," i said, catching it. "who're you talking to?" i asked, but then immediately assumed it was his hearty boyfriend-

"chad." he answered, staring intently at his phone.

"would you stop looking at your phone and have a conversation with me?" i asked, folding my arms and leaning back against the comfy stool. he looked up and held up his index finger. i scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"seriously?" i said, raising my eyebrow. i can hear a typing sound coming from his phone. "if i'm exceedingly straight, then you're exceedingly gay," i attempted to obtain his attention, but that did nothing. then he turned his phone off and put it in his pocket.

"touché, parker." he said. the waiter came over and smiled awkwardly. me and jacob gave eachother a she definitely thinks we're on a date look-which we seemed to use often.

"what would you like?" she asked, still trying to achieve that awful smile. we both could tell she was uncomfortable.

"i'd like a-" was all i could say before jacob cut me off, "he wants a croissant," he said, smiling a mischievous smile. he knew i loathed croissants-or any french foods for that matter. the waiter scribbled in her small notepad and headed off before i could correct him.

"screw you, dipshit."

"now we're even."

"not quite."

"how so?"

"i got here late. one. i impaled your food. two. i called you gay, but i don't know if you consider that a bad thing. three."

"i do not consider it a bad thing. therefore; you have two points and i have two as well."

"wait, what did you do?"

"i kept texting chad and i threw a fork at you."

"violent, much?"

"devon, you skewered my poor croissant. fucking murderer."

"it's still edible, nonetheless. and don't call me a murderer."

"you know i like my food perfect. i'm, like, ocd about that kind of stuff."

"oh god, jacob. please refrain from saying you have ocd. it's not true and it's offensive."

"guess what?"

"dude, don't change the topic on me."

"it got awkward. i'm doing you a favor."

"fine. what?"

"i might propose to chad."

"wait, seriously? aren't you a bottom?"

"oh, shut up. and how would you know i'm a bottom?"

"it's just an assumption."

"well, do you want to know the details or what?" i was cut off from replying when the same waitress placed a plate with a warm croissant on it on the table in front of me. "thanks, ma'am," jacob winked at her. her cheeks turn scarlet and she rushes away.

"what the hell was that?" i asked, pushing the plate to jacob.

"i'm gay as hell, devon. you know i'm not actually flirting with a woman. do you want to know the details now?" he took a bite of his food.

"actually, i have to go..." i said, noticing it was later than i thought it was. jacob raised an eyebrow.

"are you joking? you haven't even eaten anything!" he watched me as i took out my phone to confirm the time.

"that's your fault. text me later," i said, getting up.

"sorry, please stay. chad's still in oklahoma," he begged.

"dude, chad's a dick. i hate to break it to you, but it's the truth. now i have to go," i said. it was true, actually. i saw his instagram. it was just a bunch of pictures of him and this chick with huge boobs. the sad part was that jacob doesn't even realize it. he was too caught up in his love affair. i'll admit it-chad was an absolute hunk. but, he wasn't my type. i didn't even think he liked jacob. i didn't hear jacob say anything when i walked out the door, which made me feel bad. i hoped i didn't tell him too abruptly. that's when my phone buzzed in my pocket and i stopped to check who it's from.

from: jacob lederman

you're an asshole.