It was getting easier and easier to be around the boy from the café which willow had yet to learn the name of.
He was there every day in the same seat, with his coffee. And willow would be lying if she said that she didn't look forward to seeing the green-eyed boy every morning.
"Hey will." The boy said as she walked into the nearly empty café.
"That's not my name." she muttered.
"Ok."
"You're annoying." She stated.
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"What are you in fourth grade?" she
asked.
He just chuckled and shook his head.
Willow had to admit, he was very attractive. With his sharp features, piercing green eyes.
And smooth yet messy, dark, hair. He was wearing a black cable knit sweater today and willow decided she
wanted him to wear sweaters every day.
"So, I don't actually know your name..."
she trailed off.
"Why should I tell you?" he asked as he closed his book.
"Uh because I told you mine? and I let you stay at my table." She reasoned
"First of all, it's not your table. And second you didn't want me to leave." He said with a smirk.
"It is my table. And how do you know that?"
"You like me." He said with a smile.
"No, I don't"
"Yeah, you do." He argued.
"Are you going to tell me your name or not?"
"Mmm not yet."
"you're really not going to tell me?"
"Nope. Sorry Will."
He wasn't sorry.
***
When Willow got home, she tried to be as quiet as possible. As she snuck to her room, she heard her mom was already home. Oh, great she thought. She prayed her mom was in a good mood. Which was a very rare occurrence. Ever since her dad died willows mom has not been the same caring, loving mother she used to be. If she talks to willow its to yell at her. So willow tries to avoid her at all cost.
Luck apparently was not on her side today because a couple seconds later she heard her mother screaming at her from the living room.
She found her mom sitting at the dining table looking angry and tired. She had bags under her blue eyes and her pale skin looked dull. Her mom was a nurse and usually worked nights so she was always tired.
"Yes?"
"Where the hell were you?"
"Uh school?" she said genuinely confused.
"Lose the attitude willow" her mom demanded
"I don't have an attitude, you know I was at school."
"Shut your mouth. You need to learn some respect." her mom practically yelled.
That was another thing that had changed. Her mom now had the worst temper.
"I do respect you. You're the one who doesn't have any respect." She spoke. willow never lets her mom treat her like nothing just because she was sad.
Willow was sad too.
"you just want to yell at me." she stated with a frown.
"Go to your fucking room." Her mom seethed.
"You can't keep taking your emotions out on me." Willow said crossing her arms and willing the urge to cry away.
It killed her to see her mom like this.
Her dad's death had killed her mom too.
Willow threw her self onto her bed as a chocked sob escaped her lips.
She stayed there in the same position, crying all night.
***
Willow woke up at about 5 and decided to leave to the café early.
She threw on some black pants and a brown sweater with a white colar and rushed out the door.
The café opened at 5:30 and It took about 10 minutes to walk there.
It was already 5:15. Willow prayed the café wouldn't be crowded but it was a Saturday so she wasn't to hopeful.
"Hey" café boy said once he saw willow walk through the doors.
Willow turned her head to see him sitting at a table near the door.
"Why are we sitting over here?" She asked confused.
The boy only pointed over to their table clearly annoyed.
Willow turned to look at her favorite table which was now occupied with a couple students who were obviously there studying.
Willow stared down at the table not wanting to sit down.
"Why don't we just leave?" Cafe boy suggested.
"And go where?" She questioned a little hesitant.
"I know somewhere." He said. Already grabbing his backpack and standing up.
"And I'm just supposed to trust you?" Willow said but following him out of the Café.
"Yup," he said, popping the 'P'.
Willow rolled her eyes but continued walking with the boy.
"At least tell me where we're going."
'What if he's taking me somewhere private so he can Murder me?!'
The thought suddenly popped in willows head, causing her to come to a halt.
"I'm not gonna murder you will," he said, not bothering to turn around as he kept walking
'How did he do that?'
He finally stopped walking and turned around.
"I promise."
And that was good enough for Willow.
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