Solitude

Chapter One: Illegal places

Starbucks.

What a dirty word.

I absolutely despise the word Starbucks. It really should be a dead word. Banned from existence. Inappropriate. Illegal. But no. It's fucking worshipped. Everything about Starbucks is horrendous. The overpriced items, long ass lines, and drinks filled to the brim with sugar. I swear, all the 'baristas' put in your drink is full fat milk, sugar, caffeine, and water. Your peppermint flavoring? Sugar. Your caramel swirl? Sugar. Your twice whipped, frothy, light latte? Caffeine, milk, and water. With a star appearance of... you guessed it. Sugar. 

Starbucks is the place of places to lose your money in style. Hey, you can spend a good twenty bucks on a pastry and a  medium frappuccino. Oh I'm sorry, a Venti frappucino. And I'm not even sure if I got that right. 

So. Evangeline. What exactly are doing in this hell hole of a place if you hate it so much, I hear you ask me. Well as they say, what comes around, goes around. I owed my friend (?) (I guess you could call her that) Carla a favor. I was supposed to wait in the long ass line and then buy a drink (with Carla's money, because I sure as hell wasn't going to use mine) from the cashier named 'Josh' and ask him what his type was. Now being a junior in high school I should have had lots of experience doing this. Or at least some. But, I don't believe in boyfriends. Relationships are just too... complicated.

So I had absolutely zero experience.

Now naturally, waiting (especially for overpriced sugar in a cup) is not something I'm fond of. So, I go to the front of the line and see a cheerleader from my school. Kind of what I expected, probably just using her daddy's money to buy something. So I go up to her and say, " Sup Blondie, I'm takin' cuts." And I take her place at the counter where the guy is waving for the next person.

I don't even need to turn around to know she's pissed but I still do, and she flips me off. I smile sweetly and say, "At least I didn't have to wait an hour.", throw a smirk at her, and turn back around. I order the priciest item on the menu, payback for Carla, and take my place at the register. The guy tells me my total and I pull out the twenty Carla had given me before.

Now, okay. I'm frickin' worried. I am. But it's not like he'll even remember who I am. And if Carla and Josh get married one day, we can laugh together at why they're married. Me. Of all the people in the world, me. I would be the one who gave them the push to being together. Plus, he looks like a nice enough guy and he's not even looking over at the cheerleader ordering her drink.

So I hand over the twenty and as Josh is reaching behind him to receive Carla's freshly made cup of sugar, I take a deep breath in my mind. I reach out my hand to grab the drink and at the time both of our hands are on the cup, I look him dead in the eye and say as casually as I can, "So, what's your type?"

Josh keeps his hand on the cup and gives me a one word answer, "You."

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Sorry this is so short! This is like less than ten paragraphs, but it felt good. The title is something I need to think about... Why do you think Evangeline hates Starbucks so much besides the three reasons she already mentioned? .