Fucking George Orwell.
Causing last minute book reports since I can remember. But hey, my mom gave me money to go out and buy coffee whenever I had one of these assignments.
And there I was in a line at the closest Starbucks using that money for a crappy cup of some coffee who's name I can't pronounce.
"Name please," the barista with a nose ring and the face of someone who wanted to die asked me.
"Um, Caleb." Caleb wasn't even my real name, it was middle name. For some apparent reason my parents decided that naming their son Know was a good idea. Let me tell you something, it wasn't. One of my aunts started calling me Caleb instead as a baby, and I guess it just stuck. Except for my parents. They still choose to call me by that hideous name Knox.
I walked around to the counter where they give you your drinks and sat down on the nearest stool.
I looked around the shop seeing if anybody else was here in the same last minute essay situation. The only other person there was this one girl in my grade who I had never talked to before. Now I know what you're probably thinking right now: it's the perfect set up in a coffee shop late at night, a place where two people that have never talked before will get to know each other and end up falling in love. Well, if you were thinking that you were wrong.
I'm most likely not going to fall in love with this girl seeing as I don't like girls. I like guys.
But not a single person on this planet knows this except for me, and I'd like to keep it that way.
The girl noticed I was still staring at her and we made a few seconds of awkward eye contact until I quickly turned away and started staring at the ground until the barista called my name. I picked up the drink while smiling a little bit at the person feeling sympathy towards them having to work this late at night at a crappy coffee store. But then again I had to work late at night on some crappy book report.
I rushed out the door remembering I didn't have much time left to complete the assignment, trying not to spill the drink all over me.
But of course my attempt to not spill the coffee failed because I ran right into somebody trying to get to my car in the parking lot. And I spilled that coffee all over that person. Way to go me.
I looked up at them and automatically recognized them. It was this guy who was a grade below me, a junior that I had in one of my math classes.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I yelled.
"It's okay," he said surprisingly calmly. "Could you just um give me a ride home, I don't really have a car. And I don't particularly want to walk home like this."
"Sure. I feel so bad for doing this. Ohmygod."
"It's okay... Wait what's your name again I know I have a class with you but we never really talk. I'm Noah by the way," he said smiling a bit at the end.
"I'm Caleb, and I feel so bad to be rushing you right now but can we get in the car. I kinda have something to do at home," I told him. He nodded and I led him to my car.
Once everything was settled and we started driving I started sneaking little glances at him to see his features in detail.
He had a few freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. His hair was a honey colored blonde, and he could definitely use a haircut seeing as it went just below his shoulders. I couldn't really tell in the dark lighting of the car what color his eyes were but he had ridiculously long eyelashes and little crinkles at the corners of his eyes whenever he smiled. I noticed the way he would tap his bitten looking fingernails on the side of the car to the rhythm of a song that must be playing in his head.
He was completely utterly beautiful.
