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K A D E N

"What can I get you?" Instead of Jenna behind the counter, there was a redhead chewing gum, looking like she'd rather be anywhere than where she was right now.

"Espresso." She looked up long enough from her phone to tell me the price but stopped short and smiled.

"Coming right up." My foot tapped impatiently on the ground as I waited for my drink.

"I'm Isabel. What's your name?"

"Kaden."

"Are you new in town?"

I sighed. "Yes."

"Well, if you ever need anyone to show you around, I'm more than happy to do it." She batted her eyelashes and slid over the styrofoam cup with her number scribbled on a napkin. "Just give me a call."

"Thanks." I said dryly.

"No problem." She batted her eyelashes once again at an unnatural pace.

"I think you have something in your eye." I said.

The smile dropped and she instantly whipped out a mirror to inspect her eyes. I shook my head as I left the diner and returned to my car where I'd left Sam.

He was in the middle of playing candy crush and looked up with a frown. "Where's my drink?"

"I asked you and you didn't reply." I shrugged.

"Thanks for taking my silence into consideration."

"You're welcome." I placed my coffee cup between my legs then decided against having burnt thighs and handed it to Sam.

"Are you even allowed to drive?"

"Not really." I admitted. My other hand was still in a cast. "But no one needs to know."

"If I die it's on you." His words made me flinch.

"Noted."

"And how can you drink this stuff? It's disgusting." I took my eyes off the road for a second to see him make a gagging face.

"Whatever you drink is disgusting." I retaliated.

"I'm deeply offended." He held a hand to his heart. "Seriously though, all it is a black, bitter sludge."

"Are you being racist towards my coffee?"

His eyes widened. "What, no!"

"Then I suggest you stop shaming my choice in beverages so I can get some peace and quiet before school."

"Fine." He grumbled and miraculously stayed quiet during the rest of the ride.

The sombre attitude didn't last though. As soon as we'd rolled into the parking lot he restarted his word vomit. I tuned him out as we walked the short distance to the entrance but I didn't get that far. Someone knocked into me, making me spill the scalding hot coffee down the front of my shirt.