The Bad Boy, The Bet & Me

Chapter 27: Ava's story & A Step Too Quick

Like always, all good things must come to an end. The next morning after the wedding which was sincerely amazing, just like the food, we make our way to the airport with Beck and Ava dropping us off to say their goodbyes.

"Here, here's my number, call me whenever you want." Taking out a piece of paper from my back pocket which turns out to be a receipt of the time when I went to the corner shop to get some Sprite for those 'just cause' days. I grab a pen from a empty blue seat in 8 rows. Scribbling down my number, I hand it over to Ava with a goodbye hug,  and give the same to Beck.

"Thanks so much guys." I tell them both.

Beck nods appreciatively, and wishes me good luck. He makes his way over to Zac and talk about whatever they talk about.

"So you think Beck's the one?" I ask Ava wheeling my suitcase and sitting down on another empty seat. She sits besides me, and I lower my suitcase handle into the slot.

"I hope so. He gets me you know." Ava sighs. She brings her hands up to make some expressions but drops them back down laughing when she can't really express herself. "It's like, my ex, he and I would always ever be in the honeymoon stage. No fighting, no arguments whatsoever. Day after day we just lost the spark. We both decided it would be better to see other people, of course it wasn't easy to let go a relationship like that." She shakes her head, stopping to speak. I see her playing with her fingers before a small smile creeps onto her lips. "Then I met Beck. You must know how he's like this mechanic?" I nod knowingly, and she continues the story grinning from time time. "Well, I was driving down a road and it wasn't raining, it was just fucking cold. Anyways, my car, well me and mum share the car. So sometimes she takes it out when she needs to get groceries or pick my little brother Ben up, or just ya know. The basic. So I driving down the road getting back home from my mate Zoe's place on Wednesday 21 November when my car broke down. The stupid idiot like I am, I didn't seem to see that petrol was low from when my Mum went to pick my aunty Jordan from Kent. So there I am, in my blue jeans with rips on the front, my black sweatshirt in my muddy white Converses. I didn't know what to do because my phone was dead because Zoe was doing prank calls and searching everything  on Chris Evans." She tells me with a look. I laugh and nudge her on the shoulder.

"Chris Evans is amaaazingly hot though. His abs..." Sighing looking up to the ceiling.

"I want him." Ava deeply sighs.

We seen to stay looking up at the ceiling, when I lay against the chair.

"Where was I?" She asks finally out of her trance.

"Chris Evans." I reply flatly.

"No before that hunk of a dream boat chocolate sauce." She laughs resting her head back aswell.

"Ohhhh yeahhh, Zoe. So yes, there I was sitting outside of a coffee shop staring at my caramel machiato, contemplating life when Beck entered the store. He passed me giving me a small smile and walked straight inside the cosy coffee shop. He looked hot, I'm not going to deny it, but I just thought it would be one of those meeting where you don't actually make conversation. After awhile, he walked outside with some cups of coffee, ready to take-away, when he saw me looking at my coffee as if it stabbed me, drowned me, and tied to a train-track awaiting for a train to zoom by.''

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''Wow, I wonder what that coffee has done to you.'' A voice speaks laughing quietly towards the end. I look up and see a man. His brown hair is rugged and looks damp as if he's just come out the shower. He's definitely going to get a cold in this weather now. He looks at me and then at the coffee with his shining green eyes which almost seem fake looking since their that green.