Say No

In which she mis-takes coffee

A/n: Guise go read Swallow kayyyys? I WORK HARD ON SWALLOW. (Asopposedtothisonewhichismostlywrittenoncracktime - which for consumer rights purposes I am stating here and now. SEE HOW I LOVE YOU ALL? I honest.) But seriously, thank you all so much for your votes and reads and comments!!! (I am excites because I never thought people would actually read my stuff!!! Trust me, my housemate is fed up with me flailing over my readers in wattpad. I LAVAAAA YOU ALLLLL.) 

Walking into a deluxe coffee shop all dressed in black is to feel like an executive boss lady on the move. Even if that black is just black jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers. 

Wait, I was an executive boss lady on the move. I had 3 projects to catch up on and 4 chapters of studying to do. Not to mention 3  people to hunt down and a consultation to attend.

Ah yes... college life was easy they said. Enjoy it, they said. Lies, I said.

I sniffed miserably at the air. My snot returned to its status quo, neither down my throat nor out of my nostrils. 

Ah what the heck, I am already sick, I cannot possibly get any sicker. 

"I'd like an Iced Mocha please. 4 shots."

The barista stares at me for a while, "You sure about that?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, if you say so..."

While it was being made,  I decided that I was pretty happy with my coffee choice for the day.

Four shots would mean longer survival time, compared to how long I would survive for if I were to go without. 

3 hours of sleep... hmm... let's see...

Nope.

I wouldn't even try.

Just. No.

Coffee's here! I took it from the barista with a smile. She looked rather scared to be honest.

I took my first satisfying sip of 4 shot coffee. It was good. As expected.

It was also powerful. 

I was awake. 

I could see the world clearly for the first time in 4 hours! I could do my assignment, get things done, dance for 2 hours straight, do some jumping jacks... OHMYGOSH THIS SHIT IS LIT

I AM READY FOR CLASS. I CAN CONQUER THE WORLDDDDDDD. OH WAIT NO MORE CLASS TILL FOUR YASS.  YEASSSSSSSSSSSS. 

I left Starbucks skipping and annoying my beloved housemate (who was waiting in the car) all the wayyyy homeeeeeee...

...where I would, hopefully, now fully caffeinated, get some  work done. 

Thankfully, I actually did. It was awesome. It was an epic-ally productive 3 hours of productivity, in which I planned my group assignments, covered 2 chapters of studying, and successfully hunted down the three people online. 

Not so thankfully, I couldn't stop shitting after the first two hours into drinking that poison. 

It was like there was a universal war going on in my intestines. No, it wasn't my stomach. It was my intestines.

It hurt. Like hell. Like giving birth. Like I was apparently intolerant to too much caffeine. 

At this point,  I started to question my life decisions, like choosing 4 shots over the usual 2. 

And coming upon the realization that if I had a guy in my room, I would either already be married to him or he would be my gay best friend. He has to be my gay best friend, or not on my list of potential boyfriends. NO PERSON ON THAT LIST CAN SEE ME LIKE THIS. I CANNOT IMPRESS LIKE THIS. I AM VERY LOSER LIKE THIS. 

I called my housemate to tell her that I would not be able to go to class and to apologize for abandoning her. 

"Ems, I can't stop shitting. I am sorry, I made bad decisions in life. I cannot go to class... you will have to battle Media Ethics alone today..."

"YAAAAAY! I don't need to go to class!"

"Whuuut?"

"We all made a deal. If you choose not to go to class, all of us will skip. You're not going, so that means we get to skippp!"

"I am so glad that I am the standard by which you guys make decisions for your education. Your parents would be so proud of you guys."

"Hehe! I get to sleeeeeeeep!" 

I hung up. Yes, these are my friends. We will all go far in life. 

Eventually. 

And then I made a third run for the bathroom. 

A/N 2: I know you are all wondering about the guy on the cover. (You are not alone in this, I assure you. It is a daily struggle.) But chills, he will definitely appear next chappie. I have plans guise! PLANS FOR WORLD DOMINATIONNNN... and for this story. So await the guy-who-is-not-Stiles in Chapter 3! Coming soon to the Wattpad in your phone! (Maybe next week, if my FYP would just write itself already...) I LAVA YOU ALL! BYEEEEE!