Not So Bad Of A Three Months

Chapter 4

We rode out into the street and swerved through cars, he thanked me.

"Hey, I know I kind of invited myself, but thanks for giving me a chance."

"No problem," I managed to calm myself down, "but just keep in mind we have a time limit- three hours. If I don't get home in three hours, I'll lose. And Brittney's probably counting every second."

"Oh. So where do you want to go first?" Leo asked.

"Why don't we stop at a Starbucks to get something first?" I said pointing to a Starbucks and balancing the bike with one hand.

"Can we go somewhere else, I don't have any money to pay." He said.

"I'll buy it. For both of us. Just because you were the only one who cared when I crashed into a lamppost." I smiled.

"You really don't have to pay for a human feature that seems to appeal you." He smiled.

"What? That just sounds weird. I think that the more fitting definition would be displaying kindness or concern for others."

"Yeah, I guess that's more like it then." We stopped in front of a Starbucks and locked our bikes on the nearest bike rack.

As we entered inside the cafe, a blast of warm air hit us. "Wow, your face is really red." I said to Leo.

"It get's red easily, but so is yours. It's because of us being outside so long." We walked up to the counter.

"Good morning, what would you like today?" A girl with purple hair asked us.

"Did you dye your hair that color because you like it?" I asked.

She looked surprised. "Actually, my friend dared me to dye my hair purple for a month. I'm going to get it off when this month ends. Now, what would you like to order?"

"Oh, cool. I'd like some hot chocolate please."

"I'd like a coffee. You don't drink coffee?" Leo asked.

"I hate it." I said. The girl handed me my hot chocolate and Leo his coffee, "Thanks."

We sat in a corner in a little booth facing each other. I felt something rubbing against my leg. It was a piece of paper.

"What is it?" Leo asked.

"Just something scratching my leg. A piece of paper." I said, pulling it out of the seat. I unfurled it and read, "I knew you would come." I showed it to Leo.

"What the heck? It's probably someone else's." We just threw it in the trash.

"Yeah." We finished drinking our drinks and walked out the door saying bye to the purple-haired girl.

Ignoring that note was my first mistake. Little did I know that the note would affect me so much later on.