minty || tronnor au

1 || connor

the thing about starbucks, i find, is that it may have had the best coffee, but everyone else thought the exact same thing. 

there were at least twenty other people in line, and i'm pretty sure that i've been waiting an eternity for my drink. honestly, all i wanted was one day where things went right. where i wasn't running late, where my coffee was made the way i liked it, where the sun wasn't too bright, where no one at school tried to tease me. i have a list of ways that my day can go wrong, and i'm pretty sure that today (even though it was only 7:00am) is going to check off all of them. 

"one grande peppermint mocha," i muttered sulkily, stepping up to the cash register. i dug through my pocket, finding a wad of crumpled up bills.

"that'll be $4.65," the cashier said, eyes on the clock. she met my eyes as i handed her the money, and i saw something twinkle in her gaze. i smiled at her, suddenly less moody. she punched in the numbers. then, "one more dollar, please."

i sighed and put my hand in my pocket to grab another dollar, but the only thing i found was the bottom of my pocket. i felt my face turn red. "um."

she smiled at me and brushed her ponytail behind her shoulder. her eyes never left mine, and her gaze was striking. i could feel myself melt under the warmth of her honey brown eyes. "don't have it?"

"i - "

she looked down, and said, "no problem."

i grinned. "thanks. i'm connor. connor franta."

"bethany mota," she said, glowing. 

"hurry up!" someone behind me said loudly.

bethany rolled her eyes. "one peppermint mocha, coming up, connor."

i took a step back, tearing my eyes away and looking down at my phone. a few minutes later, i heard someone call my name. "peppermint mocha for connor franta!"

i look up, just in time to see another brown haired boy walking away from the counter with a white cup with my name scribbled across it in neat cursive, a phone number decorating the bottom.

fuck.

"hey!" i yelled, putting my phone back into my pocket. "hey, come back!" i shove through a line of people, letting the heat of life roll away from my shoulders. the boy keeps walking, barely even turning around. the wind hits me like an ice cold wall as i pushed open the door, chasing after the guy. my eyes began to water as i sped up. "hey!" 

the boy turned, and i could see a smile run across his lips. "hey, there, pretty boy."

i glared at him. "that's my drink."

he looked at the cup, blue eyes glittering. the cold bit at my lips and something inside of me burned when he bit his own lip. he mimed taking a sip from the cup. 

"oh fuck you," i muttered. "just give it back, okay? no harm, no foul."

he looked at a drink, then back at me. the wind blew his hair back, combing through loose curls. "mhm. go on a date with me?"

my eyes widened. "i - what? i'm not - i - "

he rolled his eyes, putting one hand into a jacket pocket. "just one date, dude." something glimmered in his eyes. "and, you'll get your coffee back."

i set my jaw, fire in my eyes when we looked at each other. a car whizzed by next to us, leaves spraying across the sidewalk. the boy dangled my drink between two fingers, the 

"fine," i managed to grumble. "i'll go on a date with you."