|Naomi|
Three weeks later, and I'm still seeing the same guy, who stopped me while I was leaving work. I mean, who comes to Starbucks that much? Especially a guy. And he always tries to flirt with me. He's extremely cute, but no boys for me. Can't go down a road like that.
Speaking of, here he comes now.
"Hello, welcome to Starbucks, what would you like?" I said with annoyance in my voice.
"You." He replied, as a smirk crept on his face. That was so sexy--wait, no!
Player move.
I thought, as I shook my head.
"Why not?" He asked seriously. I flashed him a did you lose your mind? look, as he started laughing. I got closer to him, but not so much that people could notice something.
"Listen, you will not come in here with all this bullshit, because I will put you out. Try me." I spoke with anger in my voice, but pulled back smiling
"Aye, chill. Just kidding." He laughed, but stopped as he seen my face. He stared at me, as if he was looking for something. My face softened, as I stared right back at him. We held an intense gaze, until I cleared my throat.
"Uhh, sorry. I thought I saw something on your face." I chuckled nervously. "Have you decided on anything that would like?"
He smiled before responding.
"Give me the uhh...shit, two cinnamon rolls."
"What the hell ever happened to manners.", I mumbled under my breath, as I finished typing his order in.
"I heard that."
"And?" I rolled my eyes. Who did he think he was?
"And..that wasn't so nice." He responded.
"You know what? Get these fucking cinnamon rolls and get the hell out!" I whisper-yelled, shoving the bag at him. I swear I hate men.
"You gotta nasty attitude. I ain' do shit, so what's your problem? " He questioned
"You are, now please go." I sighed, "I've had enough."
He started walking, but turned around.
"Just because that one nigga did something, doesn't mean all of us are like that. Have a good day, though."
I just stood there in shock. How would he even guess that? Maybe I should break down my wall just a little bit. Deep inside, I've been wanting to feel a man's love, but ever since that one situation, I shut myself down from any male. Maybe it's time to--
Wait, what the hell am I saying? Fuck men.
I silently laughed, shaking my head, before taking my next customer.
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Teen FictionNaomi Rivers; 18 yr. old. Single mother of the beautiful 3yr. old, Nicole Rivers is what you call Independent. Ever since she has gotten raped by her uncle, she had lost all trust for men. She's not antisocial, but she doesn't talk to much people, e...