"It Just Isn't Fair" ~Barkat Fanfiction~

Chapter 1

~Bonnies POV~

        Oh. My. God. Seeing him up close made me even more nervous. He had these striking yellow eyes with red pupils, nothing like I had seen before. His hair was fluffy and shiny and he had pretty stumpy horns sticking out the top of it. He had butterfly clips in his hair, and some on his horns... They couldn't close over his horns, making a sort of triangular shape sticking out from the horn. It was unique, I'd never seen anyone with a style liked it. I thought it was adorable. His outfit brung it all together, a black lingerie top with black jeans and a black zip up hoodie that had a turtleneck... His expression still read as pissed off, but I couldn't help but put a crooked smile on my face to try and make peace.
        "S-s-sorry about that.... W-what would you like today?" Despite my politeness, he was staring daggers at me.
        "Jesus, spit it the fuck out already," he snapped at me, "give me a black coffee." I almost wanted to cry, which was stupid, but something about him made his opinion of me seem so valuable- I honestly thought he looked cu- I mean... Cool when I saw him, and some strange part of me thought maybe we could be friends or something. I don't even know what I did wrong. I really, really just wanted to impress him still and redeem myself of this unreasonably bad impression he already had of me...
        "Okay, sir- um... That'll be right up...." I went to make his drink... Throwing small glances in his direction to admire him. I loved his unique style and the way his hair clips fell off of his horns and he walked to the end of the counter. Making the drink was quick considering it was just a black coffee, and I returned to the end of the counter excited to see him up close once more. He was leaning against a table, on his phone, and I just stopped to admire everything about him...he way he looked beautiful in the sun of the window.. He looked up, but I was so stunned I didn't realize- oh fuck... I probably look like a creep... He gave me a judgemental face as he approached the counter.
        "Why the fuck are you staring at me you boner flattening pervert," he sneered at me as he snatched his cup from the counter looking displeased.
       What?!? Again?!? He needs to go to anger management ... But I like it "O-oh nothing I just- wanted to wait to tell you to have a nice day..." I frowned.
       "You're a faggot" He laughed and head out of the door. Just like that, the cutest guy I'd ever seen just left. And I didn't even ask his name?? What's wrong with me?! It wasn't require to get names in my Starbucks due to it's small size, but I wished that I would've just asked for it anyway. Although our entire time together was spent with him berating insults at me... I wanted to see him again... There was something charming and gentle under those walls he built up...

         ~Timeskip~

         It was the next day. I got scheduled ridiculously early once again and this time with decently busy business. My stupid co-worker kept making me cover her shifts because she wanted to get plastic surgery to look like Lois Griffin. As much as I wanted to decline, I was slightly interested in seeing Lois Griffin everyday so I obliged.
          There was a line of 3 customers, not too bad. The door opened and I heard footsteps coming in my directions and I sighed knowing I'd have to add another drink to the line up to make all on my own. But then I noticed stubby little horns poking up from the back of the line. All of a sudden, I could feel my heart beating faster and my face heating up and I spilled some of the milk I was pouring. I nervously cleaned it up as customers stared at me, judging me... All I could think about, though, was the troll standing in the line and finishing these other drinks as fast as possible to see him. I turned into sonic the hedgehog, finishing orders in new record speeds just so I could take my time with that black coffee. Finally, he was all that was left in line.
     I chuckled nervously, "did you miss me?"
     The troll looked disgusted,"did I miss listening to your squeaky rusty metal clang together and chip off into my coffee? No. Same thing as yesterday please."
     I huffed, but tried to be cool and take a joke, "I have to wear a net over my ears actually or else it's a health code violation," I expected a response but he just stared blankly, and I realized this might be my moment, "uh could I get a name for that order by the way"
     "You didn't ask for one yesterday asshole do your job right"
     "Well it wasn't a very busy day then so-'
     "Put down karkat."
     I smiled at the name, it was cute, like kitty cat... "That's... Your name?" I looked at him in awe.
     "No it's my dead rabbits name actually" he said very dead pan.
     "Really?"
     "No you fucking idiot why would I put my dead rabbits name in for a Starbucks order. Hurry the fuck up"
     "Oooo-oh yeah makes sense o-ok," I felt myself getting nervous and stumbling over my words... He was just so CUTE...