I Said I Wouldn't Fall But...

Starbucks

I woke up to the sound of my annoying little sister yelling in my face 'BREAKFAST IS READY!!!'. I ignored her and rolled to the opposite side of my bed, but to my disliking my plan to sleep in backfired and I ended up rolling off the bed. I groaned as I hit the wooden floor and my little sister laughed at me.

I got up from the floor and put my blanket on my bed.

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Times up" I growled, giving my sister a head start, before I could kill her.

I chased her into the kitchen, where she hid behind my mom.

"Mommy Nikki's tryna kill me" the brat that they call my sister told my mom.

"NICOLETTE HUNTER LEAVE YOUR LITTLE SISTER ALONE" my mother said sternly.

"Well tell her to leave me alone." I growled at my oblivious mother.

"Well, I told her to wake you up. So she was doing as she was told." She said defending her 'innocent' little girl."Something you should start doing." She muttered towards the end.

"Whatever" I grumbled in annoyance as I rolled my eyes and walked away.

I went upstairs to my bedroom and picked out a pair of high-waisted jeans and a plain white t-shirt to change into. I went across the hall, to the bathroom and took a quick shower. I brushed my teeth and hair. Then changed into the clothes I had picked out for today. I put my hair up in a pony-tail and went back to my room.

I got my black side bag and put my wallet in it with my computer, eos, notebook, pen and glasses. I put my house key in my pocket and go downstairs. I'm heading for the front door but stooped when my mom called my name.

"Yeah" I yelled back, so she could hear me.

"Where are you going?" She asked me as she walked up to me.

"Out" I replied.

"But you didn't eat breakfast" she said stating the obvious.

"Not hungry." I said leaving the house and heading to Starbucks, my sanctuary.

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YESSS! I FINALLY GOT MY STARBUCKS!!!

I'm walking out of Starbucks looking at my phone.

"Shit" I grumbled as I bumped into someone and spilt my iced coffee all over them.

I looked up and saw the face of a handsome guy. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt with a flannel over it, buttoned up halfway and a pair of jeans.

"I'm sooo sorry" I said frantically running inside and getting some napkins and throwing my coffee cup in the trash. I ran back out the door and started dabbing him like crazy trying to get him dry. Since he wasn't actually getting dry I dragged him to the restroom but right as we were going to go in he stopped.

After a while of him being frozen I was finally able to drag him into the bathroom.

As soon as we got in the restroom I locked the door behind me, put my bag by the door and began to unbutton his flannel.

"Arms up" I said after I took his flannel off. He listened to me out of, what I'd like to think of as, fear. I took off his t-shirt then took off mine and gave it to him.

"Why?" He asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"I spilled my coffee on you which has gotta be cold and can get you sick and I'm not that cruel of a person." I replied.