The Boy They Call Mika

1- The Freak

Suddenly I woke up. I look at my phone and saw that is was only seven in the morning. I groaned and tried to fall back asleep.

No luck.. I got up and rubbed my tired eyes. I sighed and walked to my closet and got my favorite pair of white skinny jeans and one of my favorite shirt. I brushed my hair and straightened it, then put on my makeup for the day. I smiled at the mirror.

Okay stop, this doesn't make me any prettier..

I grabbed my black converse then walked out of my small apartment. I had no idea where I was heading, so I decided to go to the café and have a coffee.

Finally I got there, a weird curly hair boy greeted me behind the cash register. I put on a fake smile.

Oh my.. this guy is weird..

I gave him my order, he smiled and grabbed a cup and asked for my name.

"Megan." I said tiredly. He nodded his head and wrote my name on the cup and showed it to me.

"Like this?" Curly Boy asked. It was spelled M-E-G-H-A-N.

I gave him a weird look. "No. There's no H. But it's fine."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" He quickly scribbled the name he wrote, and underneath it he wrote it the correct way I told him.

He just added a H. He didn't have to make a big deal out of it.. What a freak.

The Freak showed me the cup again with a grin on his face. I nodded my head in response with a small smile.

Then he made my coffee. About time..

I paid him and thanked him. Then I walked to tables where the straws and napkins and that are at.

Great no napkins. How nice.

I rolled my eyes and turned around quickly, then BAM! Someone's elbow hit me in the shoulder, making me spill my coffee on my pants.

My white favORITE PANTS.

"You idiot!!" I yelled looking down at my pants.

"I-I'm so so sorry!" A man replied.

I looked up. Oh look who it is! It's the Freak! In his hands were a ton of napkins.

He started wiping my pants for me.

"I can do it my self!!" I yelled snatching the napkins out of his hand. I rolled my eyes and cleaned up my pants.

Great.. I was left with a big brown stain on my pants.

"I'm Mika." Curly Boy blurted out to me.

So now this guy is trying to be friends with me?! What a freak!

I looked at his name tag. It clearly didn't say Mika at all. It read "Michael"

"Your name tag says Michael." I pointed out. The Freak doesn't even know his own name!

He rolled his eyes. "My boss forced me to use my birth name."

"So why are you called Mika?" I asked him.

"It's a long story. I'll have to tell you some other time." Mika replied while a customer stared yelling at him.

I nodded my head as he ran behind the counter and took the guys order. I threw away my leftover coffee and left the café.

First chapter! Hope you guys like it. Byeee Xx