Trapped (Book 2 of Seaweed Brain and Ghost Girl)

Starbucks is Life

Emery's P.O.V.

I tied my hair in a high bun, well, as high as my below shoulder length hair can be. I looked in the mirror, I didn't know who this person was. She was...new. I liked it, but I knew the real reality.

I was wearing a black skirt, black tights, a blue shirt, and ankle height brown boots. And I wore a cardigan to top it all off. I checked the time, 6:02 a.m.

I had an hour before I had to leave. I walked to Nico's room, he had been living with me and helping me pay for the apartment. I paid for it too, I worked at a daycare and as a waitress. That reminds me, I should get Nico some for breakfast.

I wrote a note telling him were I would be and how long I should be gone. I signed my name at the bottom and kissed his forehead.

Today Cammy is supposed to move in. We made up and now everything is ok. I forgave her and so she said she would come by later, after my classes.

Anyways, since I can't drive, I walked. It was a bit chilly, but nothing I couldn't handle. I walked in and waited in line, I waved to my barista friends and ordered. I bought a caramel macchiato for me, a white chocolate mocha for Neeks, and two chocolate croissants. I also bought a sandwich for Neeks, he likes them.

I waited and a girl that was new had started squealing when I grabbed my things. I raised a brow and she came up to me.

"Are you Emery Summers?" She asked.

I took a step back, I had my sword in my pocket. Who was she? I lost the scared look and stood straight.

"Yes, well, Emery Summers Jackson. Anyways, why? I don't know you, do I?" I confirmed.

She started squealing again. "You're just like from the books! It really is you!" She yelled and her co-workers shushed her. She contained herself.

"Wait. What book?" I asked. This is weird. My name is the least named in the world, especially the name, Emery Rene Summers Jackson.

The girl squealed again and showed me the book. Forth of the Dark?
Who the Hades would read this?

I turned the book over and it was a best-seller in New York. It was made by a thirteen year old girl named Emily Summers. What? I am seriously named after this person?

I gave the girl her book back, but not after signing it for the girl. I walked back home and opened it. Nico was still in his room when I checked on him. I woke him up and walked back to the kitchen.

I sat down and Nico walked in with messy hair. I laughed as he sat down, grumbling about how he didn't sleep.

"Shut up mister I'm-dark-and-mysterious. I got you Starbees, but you probably didn't see my note." I replied with a chuckle.

I passed him his mocha and sandwich. I even shared my second chocolate croissant with him. Then I checked the time. 6:52 a.m. I groaned as stood up.

"I have to go." I said as I walked to my room to get my bag. I slung my shoulder bag on and walked into the living room. Nico was there at the door waiting for me.

I stood in front of him as he leaned down. He kissed my cheek and I smiled at him. I looked away and kissed him square on the lips. I didn't wait for anything, I walked out. It seemed normal, we always did that but sometimes I would catch myself wanting to stay with him.

I walked to the University, which was down the street. I walked in with my Starbucks, and I put my glasses on. The long lost ones I need to wear. I headed towards my first class, it was empty so I sat in the middle row.