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Chapter 1

His eyes were green. No. They were blue. Darn, no, they were both, blue and green. AQUA. The color of his eyes was aqua. Not green or blue but both, just like my favorite color. They were beautiful eyes. I had yet to see that color of eyes on any human being.

"I need to get going." Said the most amazing voice I've heard. I was probably already in love with this dude. Amazing eyes, voice that made sex to your ears as he spoke. He was so perfect. Looking up at his face I could not deny it. He was beautiful. His eyes the best feature, combined with his voice, they sure made a killer weapon of sexiness. He was smiling now, which was probably melting my insides, yet I did not really registered what he meant. And for some strange reason my left arm was getting tired.

And right then and there I realized what was happening, why he was still here. I was still holding his coffee cup.

"I'm sorry." I said smiling nervously and releasing the cup from my grasp. I was probably all red on the face already.

"No problem," he smiled again. God his smiles could stop traffic that was for sure. And he had dimples. The most adorable dimples I've ever seen.

Could he be more perfect?

I stared at his back as he left the shop, and once he was out the door I released a sigh. I had definitely just fallen in love.

"Wow, someone met today's love of her life," and that was my dad ruining the moment.

"Yeah, and now you just ruined my vision of our perfect future life together." He laughed and hugged me, then gave me a kiss on the head.

Dad was forty five years old, but he looked like forty because he had good genes. His Aubrey hair color just had a couple of grays and it made him look sexy to the eyes of those single people who came into the shop, and I mean people, as in plural, all genders, all ages. He was six feet tall, and was well fit, and of course he owned one of the coolest coffee shops for teens in town. His hair color and honey colored eyes where the only traits I had inherited from him. Everything else, according to him was mom.

Well that's what he always said, but there was no actual way for me to know it because mom died when I was five so I did not have very many memories of her, or how she looked like. And although we have pictures of her surrounding the house walls, it is not the same; it's like looking at a stranger.

"You should get going honey; you are going to be late if you don't leave now. And maybe if you rush you might be able to spot the love of your life on your way to school." He was laughing but I knew he was right, the coffee shop was less than a mile from the school and I always had to walk, is not like I didn't have a car, but it was easier to just walk from the shop.

"Yeah, I will get going. But not because I wanna catch a glimpse of the love of my life," I said laughing and leaving the front counter to pick up my book bag, some vanilla chai tea, and money for lunch. "See ya," I said to my dad kissing his cheek and leaving the always morning crowded coffee shop.

"How was the CK coffee this morning Elle?" asked my dear friend Farah. She always calls me Elle. Well most of my friends call me that way. It's short for Chantelle, weird name that I have no idea how my parents came up with.

CK coffee is the name of the café my father owns. The C and K refer to mine and my brother's names. C for Chantelle obviously, and K for Kenneth my older brother. I'm not sure what type of drugs my parents were on when they decided to name us like that, but it probably was some strong shit.

"Well, busy as always, overly cheering people at five in the morning wanting a bust of caffeine is the worst people, you know?"

"I still don't understand why you work in the mornings if you hate them so much." We got to her locker and she exchanged her after lunch books—the ones she usually took home— for her morning books.