Faking Love - Y.C -

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Molly's POV

I was on my laptop, texting my best friend, Ariel, on facebook:

Ariel: You have a date to the Valentine's day dance yet?

I sighed.

Me: I was going to go with JC, but you know...

Ariel: right, sorry about that.

I sighed one more time. JC is my boyfriend. Well... WAS my boyfriend. Until he left to Texas because he got into a very good school. So we couldn't date anymore. We were both planning to go to the Valentine's day dance together, which is 2 months from now. After he left, I felt empty. We have been together for 3 years. Best 3 years of my life. I still have photos of me and him. I still miss him. He was my everything and when he left I had nothing left. I felt sad and useless. The only person that was there for me was Ariel. And I love her for that.

As I was washing away in my thoughts, I heard something crash on the floor downstairs, followed by a scream.

"MOLLY!"

I heard my brother's voice. I quickly closed my laptop and ran downstairs, concerned on what was happening.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen. There I found my brother, Joel, holding on to my mom, who was sobbing and screaming.

"MY WINE! I NEED MY WINE!" She screamed.

I saw pieces of broken glass everywhere, with red liquid.

"She is going out of control again," Joel said, still holding on to my mom.

My mom is a alcoholic. All she drinks is wine and beer. There is not one day she doesn't get drunk. Let's just say she has problems.

"Get the broom, Joel!" I said, walking over the broken glass, and to my mom

Joel let go of my mom and went to get the broom.

"I need- I need my WINE!" My mom called.

"Mom, calm down," I said, still holding on to her arm.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" she shouted and pulled her arm away, "I need my-my cigarettes," she walked over to the counter, where sat her cigarettes.

"Mom no!" I said, and pulled her arm. Once I did that, she slapped me -BAM- with her other arm.

"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU ASS!" she screamed.

I put my hand to the spot she hit me. My cheek.

"Mol, are you okay?" Joel said, walking over to me, putting his hand on my cheek.

I nodded. My mom took the pack of cigarettes and left and went to who knows where.

"MOM!" Joel called out.

"Leave her alone," I said, "let her go, she doesn't care about our asses anyway." I rubbed my cheek.

"Here let me fix tha-"

"No! Just let it go. Leave me alone," I said. I grabbed my jacket and went out the door.

"MOL! Where are you going?" Joel called out.

"Somewhere! Don't come looking for me." I said, while putting my jacket on and left.

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2 hours later...

I was pissed off of what happened earlier at the house. All my mom cares about is getting high and drunk. She doesn't give a damn about me and Joel.

Joel is 16 years old. He has Brown eyes and black, slicked back hair. He always has this one piece of hair sticking in front of his face.

And me? Well I'm 15. And I look like Joel. Brown eyes, black hair with brownish highlights. Currently I was wearing a white crop-top with a black jacket on top and my black pants with my converse. (picture on top). I had my make up on: eyeliner, and mascara.

I walked into the door of Starbucks. I was so pissed off, I needed to take a walk and be alone. But I saw Starbucks and needed a need for a coffee.

I walked in. Only a few people were in here. Tables of two lines up in rows. Straight ahead was the counter. I asked for the iced coffee. The employeer asked for my name and wrote it in a cup.

"That would be $7.08" she said, holding out her hand.

I got out what I had in my pocket: $5

Are you kidding me?

"Hmmm... Would $5 work?" I smiled.

"No ma'am it's $7.0-"

"I heard you the first time," i sighed, "I don't have $7.08"

"Well I'm afraid you can't get your order," she recalled.

I was walking for two hours, and all I wanted was an iced coffee.

"$5 is not too far away from $7.08. Can you just-"

"No, I said $7.08. If you don't have $7.08, you can't get your order," she replied, "next!"

Are you f*cking kidding me?

"I was walking for two hours and I'm tired. All I want is a f*uckin iced-"

"Here," a voice said behind me and pulled out a 10 dollar bill on the counter, "I'll pay for her."

"Umm... Okay..." The employeer said and grabbed the money.

I turned around to see who has given the money. It was a boy, who looked close to my age. Black, wavy hair with brown eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a brown leather jacket and black pants and black converse.

He smiled at me. He has perfect rows of teeth.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Cause why not?" He replied.

"Here is your iced coffee," the lady handed me my coffee and change back.

"Here," I gave the money to the guy and started walking away.

"Aye, wait!" He pulled on my arm, which caused me to turn around.

"What?" I asked.

"I didn't catch your name," he smiled.

I held up my iced coffee. I turned it around to the part where the lady wrote my name.

"Molly..." He said.

"Yeah..."

"Hope to see you again," he smirked.

"Whatever," I started walking again. Until I felt a hand wrap around my waist, which caused me to turn around again. But this time closer to his body. His lips inches from mine.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I said, pulling away from him.

"What do you say when I buy you a drink?" He asked, looking at my iced coffee in my hands. I looked into his eyes.

I leaned forward, closer to him. I put my head closer to his, "thank you," I said, sipping my cup. I rolled my eyes and left.

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