Old School Love | m.c.

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Lauren's Point of View:

Pacing around the busy coffee shop, I groaned in frustration as the other workers weren't doing anything. The shop was busy as hell today, and it seemed like I was the only person who was actually working. I cursed mentally at Michael, who still hadn't turned in his application. Yeah, he filled it out, but now his ass was too lazy to bring it up here and turn it in.

Just as I finished making a caramel frappé, I apologized to the customer who had to wait nearly five minutes. One of the girls working, Susan, looked up from her phone and at me.

"Do you need help?" she questioned, not looking interested at all.

From working with Susan for the past few weeks, I learned that she absolutely hates this job and college. Her parents wanted her to leave, since all she ever did was drink and smoke pot. So, they shipped the pink haired priss to college. She was definitely one to talk about her life, even if it was to people she barely knew. So basically, me.

I would rather not know her life story, but when she was explaining it I could never find a time to tell her to just shut up.

"Help would be great." I nodded, walking up to the next customer.

"How may I help you?" I asked politely.

The stranger who appeared to have no hair, (he was wearing a large snapback that covered most of his head) looked up at me.

"You may help me by giving me a kiss," the smug voice of Michael Clifford spoke.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, rolling my eyes playuflly.

Removing the hat, Michael soothed out his hair before pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. "Here's my application."

I sighed of relief. "Finally!"

"Laura," Susan spoke, getting my name wrong once again. "What does the guy with period blood colored hair want?"

Michael was obviously taken aback by her statement, as he raised his eyebrow. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing, but it was hard.

"My hair doesn't look like period blood," he mumbled, only so I could hear.

I shrugged, pulling my hand away from my mouth. "I mean, it is red."

"Lauren!" he groaned, frowning.

"Hello? Laura? What does this kid want?" Susan asked again, sounding quite impatient.

I turned to her. "Nothing, he was just turning in an application." I explained.

"Wow, I really don't care. I'll take who's next!" she called, walking over to the other register.

Turning back so I was facing Michael, I smiled. "Thanks for the application, I'll make sure the manager gets it."

He nodded. "Thanks babe. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," I bit my lip. "I love you."

Michael smiled cheekily at me. "And I love you,"

He kissed me quickly on the lips before leaving the shop.

Taking the next few orders, I sighed of relief as the business in the coffee shop had started to die down.

"Sooo," Susan spoke, somewhat grinning. "Is he your boyfriend?"

Taken aback by her question, I blushed. "I, uh.. No."

"Really? He kissed you, and you said the three words." she pointed out. Shit, I didn't even know she was listening. Susan definitely had a good ear.