"Okay, only two more hours and I'm free to go." I muttered to myself. I was working my shift at the little coffee shop around the corner of my university. It was two o' clock in the morning and I was exhausted.
Really though, who's gonna want coffee at two A.M.? Nicole, that's who. She knows I work the night shift because she, well, lives with me, so she'll sometimes come by for a late-night coffee. Night owl. That's probably why she's failing.
"Carson, you are an angel! Thank you for taking these night shifts. Really, you over-work yourself." My boss, Jax, gushed. "It's no problem, I would be home reading if I weren't working the night shift anyway. Nothing exciting." I shrugged.
He half smiled, rolling his eyes. "Have a good one." He said. "Goodnight, Jax." I smiled. He walked out, waving. And then there was one. I decided to get a head start on the cleaning portion of my shift.
I walked over to the tables, scrubbing the coffee stains with the wash rag in my hand. People just don't know how to clean up their own messes. I walked behind the counter, grabbing a mop and a bucket of water. I mopped from the entrance to the counter. As I worked, I heard the jingle of the bell above the door, indicating that someone had entered the coffee shop. I spun around quickly. "Be careful, I just-" the boy from algebra, Brendon, had already slipped and fell down. "Mopped there." I narrowed my eyes. He looked up at me, somewhat amused.
I rolled my eyes, helping him up from the ground. He smiled, "Thanks sweetcheeks." "Yeah, sure." I mumbled. I walked behind the counter sluggishly. I put my hat (of which I have to wear every time I take a customer's order cause, you know, work) back on. "Welcome to Earlybird's, what can I get you?" I asked in a monotonous voice. He chuckled. "Can I get a caramel frappuccino?" He asked. "Sure." I muttered.
I loaded the machine up to make the frappuccino, waiting a couple of minutes. I could feel his curious, amused gaze burning holes into my flustered skin. I handed him the drink once it was ready. "That'll be two dollars and ninety-five cents, please." I said in an uninterested voice.
He smiled, handing me the money. "So, I guess fate has brought us together once again." He smiled, walking over to one of the tables and sitting down. "Nope, it's not fate. Just bad luck." I rolled my eyes.
He giggled, "Come sit." He invited. I scowled, but my feet brought me over to his table anyway. I hesitantly sat down at the table, eying him like he was an alien. He smiled at me. "You know, we sorta got off on the wrong foot-" "Tell me about it." I interrupted him. He gave me a look. "But, I thought, maybe if we got to know each other a litt-" "Sorry, I don't tolerate fuckboys. I'm good." I stood up, walking around the counter to clean up the mess I made. 'Why would you come for coffee at a quarter to three in the morning?' I asked myself.
Just as I was about to clean out the coffee maker, I felt a sticky, sweet-smelling substance pool over my head and slip down my cheeks. My jaw dropped. I turned around slowly to see a grinning Brendon. "What's wrong, sweetcheeks? " He asked with false concern. My eye twitched.
Brendon: two. Carson: one.
I grabbed a nearby bag of sugar and threw it on him.
Carson: two. Brendon: two.
He chuckled, smirking. "Oh, so you wanna play dirty, huh?" He asked. I was about to reply to him, but stopped myself when he grabbed the pump bottle of vanilla cream. My eyes widened, 'He wouldn't...' I thought to myself. He smirked, muttering the words "Oh, but honey I would." He smirked.
I sprinted behind the counter, crawling low to the ground to shield myself from his eyes. I scurried into the supply closet in the back of the shop. I kept my breathing as quiet as I could, but it was difficult because I couldn't keep from snickering. I stopped myself, knowing I was going to get caught. A few minutes had passed by and I was still safe in the closet. Hehe, in the closet.
I'm always a slut for gay things.
I decided it was time to come out of the closet - literally - and face my fears. I slowly crept out of the tiny space as I walked toward the front, and the room was completely quiet. I relaxed a little bit, until I felt yet another sticky substance pooling down my face. I turned, and Brendon was smirking.
"Is this the first time you've had white cream in your hair?" He purred. I was about to slap him just as an idea popped into my head.
I raised an eyebrow as a sultry smirk found it's way to my lips. "Why don't you come over here and find out, big boy?" I giggled 'seductively', as I sneakily grabbed a nearby pot of leftover coffee and held it behind my back.
His eyes widened in surprise, but he grinned as he slowly walked toward me. I curled my finger, beckoning him to come closer. Once he was only a few inches away from my lips, I leaned into his side, my mouth right next to his ear. "is this the first time you've had sweet liquid all over you?" I asked softly. Before he could question me, I poured the cold coffee right over his head.
Carson: three. Brendon: two.
His jaw dropped, and I smirked. "I guess we'll never know." I chuckled.
He smirked back at me. "No, this isn't the first. And, if you stick around, it's definitely not the last." He gave me a very mischievous grin, and I gulped.
Brendon: 112335035. Carson: zero.
I'm screwed.
