The Coffee Guy BoyxBoy ( #Wattys2016)

Chapter 2

Mike's POV

I woke up even earlier than yesterday. I started sleeping less cuz of the nightmares I have. I got out of the bed and turned my night light off. I'm scared of the dark, very manly huh?
I made up my bed and opened the wardrobe and picked up a pair of black skinny jeans, my OM&M t-shirt and one of my hoodies. I always wear hoodies, they make me feel safe and fully covered witch I needed cuz of the reasons I don't want ot mention.

I looked in the mirror - my hair wasn't very good today but who cares? With or without straight hair my life wouldn't change. When I go to school they'll make fun of me again. I took my book from my cupboard and put it in my rucksack together with my school books.
I opened my rooms door. It was quiet, that wasn't good at all so i just went quickly in the bathroom, thanks God it was just right next to my room. I washed my hands, face and brushed my teeth. I used the toilet and went in the corridor. I wa sin the middle of my way to the door when I heard very very loud voices.
" I took enough !! I told you to do that, I told it's importand but nooooo! Do you think you are something better than me, huh? Do you really ? I'm gonna call my lawyers right now and tell them everything you have done to me ! - the voice of my stepmum broke the silence. She was tiny little woman with high voice witch wasn't very enjoyable to listen to, screaming especially. She wasn't married to my father, no. But they were together sice a long time. Long long time. They quarrel a lot so I can't wait to go to school. I looked at them fighting and in the end she shut the door very loudly.
My dad was angry, I could see it in his eyes and his face was red. He turned around without noticing me and started walking to the living room. When he went close to me he pushed down my open rucksack and the books fell on the ground. I didn't say a thing to him. He was a big strong man and I was scared of him most of the time.
I remeber when I was a kid - he brought me ice cream and took me to Disney Land with my mum. Then he had with who to fight too. My mom. I knew she didn't understand me when I talked to her about things I like, she has always told me to behave more normally. What that even means?! Anyway, now she's not in the country. She escaped with her rich boyfriend in Italy. He is not a good man, she knows it too but after the divorce she didn't have money to rent an apartment and he showed up. He was controlling her. He wasn't a good man as I said. After the divorce something in my dad broke, I could feel it. I don't know really but I think it's better that I stayed with him. At least I had my own room not like my mom's small apartament.
So I picked my books of the ground and opened the door. I put on my shoes as fast as I could and I opened the last door I had to to go outside. It was very early in the morning so it was cold. I don't use the bus because my house was close. Not too close tho.

My first destination was the coffe near school as always. I went right next to it and I stopped. I took out my cigarettes from my pocked and lighted up one. My dad didn't know I smoke and didn't want to tell him. That's just plus one reason why I'm not the son he expected. He wanted me to be lawyer or dentist or a doctor but I didn't liked these jobs at all. I want to work something artistic like, I don't know a singer maybe ? Or painter I love drawing and my art class course. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. Then I entered the coffee, it was empty and quiet and that's why I come here so early everyday. I ordered a coffee and the girl looked at me annoyed. She's probly tired of seeing my shitty face everyday. I took my coffee and sat on one if the tables in the back. I opened my book and began reading.

Time passed very quickly. The students started coming one by one but it wasn't full at all. The anniying thing was the bell above the door. My story now sounded like that :
" Anna deeng started run- deeng- ing to the deeng deeng deeng forest. "
One more person entered the coffee. I don't look who come and who go a lot cuz my book was interesting enough to not doing anything else. I noticed someone standing right next to my table. My heart started beating fast and I looked at him for a second, he looked a bit older than me and his skin was more tanned than mine.
" Hey " - he said as he was smiling. I didn't reply. I recognized him from the art class and I had no idea why he is talking to me. Did the students that bullied me send him to joke with me?
He asked me what I was reading and I closed my book and said " Nothing " with my trembling voice. He asked for a seat and sat right opposite me.
" You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? - He asked. I couldn't look right in his deep brown eyes.
" We go to the same art class "
I didn't want what to say or if I should say something at all. He was just looking at me. For the reason I don't know it fell better to have someone standing on the table with me. With him I felt safe.