Chapter 8

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Cody POV


When I pulled up to the coffee shop, Jared was already sitting on the bench in front of the small herb garden that Geneva, the shop owner, had sitting off to the side of the shop.

"Hey" I said, snapping him out of his thoughts and into the real world.

"Hey" Jared replied, his hood covering up most of his face.

"Want to go in?" I asked, trying not to think about why is face would be covered up.

As we walked into the coffee shop we were welcomed by the smell of coffee and the sound of rock&roll. On the opposite wall of us was the wall of fame, everyone who walks into this place gets their picture taken at least once and it is put on the wall. I think I have my picture on this wall, like, fifteen different times.

We made our way to the back of the shop where there is a couple of couches one purple and the other black. Jared walked over and sat on the black one while I sat on the other.

Breaking the silence, I said, "What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee, black, with a little bit of sugar in it please." He said automatically. 

"Okay,  I'll be back." I replied, before walking to where the owner almost always is.

I might be new in town but not here. I used to come here a lot when I was younger and needed a break from my family, the worst part is they never wondered where I went, they just didn't care. I would grab a couple of dollars get on a bus and come here.

"Hi Cody, the usual I'm guessing" said Geneva Frost.

"Hi, G, yes  and can you add a black with sugar." I said back.

"Sure, coming right up." She said before heading to the back to get my order. As I waited I looked around the shop. This place has changed in so many ways but it was still the place I love.

When Geneva walked back over to where I stood she asked, "You want your picture taken today?"

"No not today I have someone waiting for me, and their coffee." I said.

"Before you go I need your song request, like always." she said smiling.

"You know which song I want." I replied as I walked off in the direction Jared was.


Jared POV


Why did I agree to come here? Why did Antigone even put his number in my phone? Snapping me out of my thoughts, Cody set my coffee on the table in front of me. The music playing suddenly faded and someone was now talking on the loud speaker.

"Everyone, we have a request for a song, If you don't like it, to bad, A Place in My Head by Linkin Park." Then that song started playing.

"Every time I come here I request her to  play this song. Never hurts to listen to it to many times a day." Cody said.

"Nope." I said back. For some strange reason, that I didn't know, I was nervous to be with him right now. My mind hasn't been right since he got here.

Did I really just meet him this morning.

"So what do you want to talk about?" He asked

"Don't know." I replied, then something popped into my head. "Why did you move here alone?" I could tell my question surprised him.

"My parents didn't like who I was, so they gave me some money and kicked me out of their place and here I am." He looked a little heart broken.

"Who you were? What does that mean?"

"They thought that people who are gay are wrong and they hated it. When they found out I was gay, they hated me more than anything."

"Sorry I brought it up." I said looking down at my hands.

"Its fine, and will you please take off your hood its very rude to have it on around company." Sarcasm was laced through his words, but I took it off anyway. I heard him gasp as I lifted my hood. It was pretty bad, there was a scar next to my left eye which was surrounded by black and blue. My hair was matted together in the front where my moms boyfriend hit me over the head with a bottle of vodka.

"I know it's bad but is it that bad?" I asked while he studied my face with a

shocked expression.

"Yeah its bad" was all he said.

Shyly I pulled my hood back up, as I did he walked over and sat next to me on the couch. When he sat down he pulled my hood back down, and that was it. Why was I expecting more?

"Did your mom do this?" he asked quietly.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Why?"

"I don't know" I looked back down at my hands to avoid his eyes. 

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