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This chapter is in Jack's perspective.
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I love coffee. Everyone knows that – like, everyone. But, ever since Mark lost his job at the Coffee House (which I now blamed on Felix, seeing as he was the one who ratted us out), I've never bothered to go back.
It'd come to the point when I no longer depended on coffee to start my day. It wasn't difficult, like quitting smoking or drinking; really, it was simple. The taste was different, extremely bitter and nothing more than a reminder of how much I missed seeing Mark in his adorable apron. It was hard to swallow, like a pill, one the same size as the portion of my heart dedicated to Mark, a portion far too large to space in between two lips (no matter how hard I tried to force it through his) – it was medicine, medicine I no longer needed to keep me going.
It was only this morning, however, that my father decided to commentate on it, recognizing that I was now taking on the third day without coffee. He sighed disgracefully when I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of Doritos for when I was destined to get bored amidst one of Mrs. Jefferson's lectures – I rolled my eyes (away from his view, of course) before asking, "What's that for?"
"What?" he questioned, as if he hadn't just brushed me off.
"The sigh," I explained.
He looked around, most likely shooting my mother the look of "What's he talkin' about?" I didn't care enough to turn and notice this, for I knew she'd do nothing more than give her usual shrug as a response.
"It's just," he sighed again, a little quieter this time around. "... You're not drinkin' coffee anymore."
I shrugged, shutting the cupboard door to face him. "Guess not."
"But why?" he pressed on. "You're always looking for your next sugar fix, but now you're skippin' out on caffeine?"
"Guess so."
He shook his head, taking another sip of his coffee before turning the page of the newspaper, one that discussed a tag-team of teenagers who'd pulled off an insane prank, one impressive enough to catch the cops' attention – I was baffled at the thought of the police stopping sipping from their beer bottles and actually getting up to do something.
Assuming my father had nothing else to say to me, I fastened my backpack strap about my shoulder, taking a step towards the archway that lead into the living room (which lead into my exit into the real world outside of the log cabin). My father took no sweet time in waiting to stop me, his voice booming, although it would've seemed ordinary to any other one of our family members.
"You're acting really weird lately, Sean," he commented.
"Weird?" I slightly stuttered.
He gave me an expression, one that was the furthest it could get from reassuring.
"I don't know," he mumbled in his morning voice. "You're just... different. More feminine, I guess."
My eyes met with his for but a brief moment, but I forced mine from his to glare at my mother's, her eyes just as confused as mine were. I looked back to my father, his stare now expressionless, before fastening my backpack straps again, although they were far from falling free of my shoulders.
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