Most Beautiful

Chapter 3: starbs

More and more I think about it... beck is going to be a jerk when I next see him... in about an hour?

His little snottiness the " I'm too cool for you" look.

Ugh it's annoying though attractive.

••Starbucks*

I checked my iphone to see it was 10 minutes past the time he said he would be here.

Suddenly he sat down and I jumped.

"Hey" I started this soon to be awkward convo.

"Hi"

"How are you?"

"Just cheeky" he sarcastically smiled.

I mouthed "ok" and looked down at the round table.

"So beck.. I was thinking we could think of some way to get better at modelling since neither of us-"

He cut me off.

"Listen Paris... you don't know me and what I am going though. You don't know my life and if I've modelled before or not" he stared at me with his big eyes.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out.

"This has been fun" I got up and turned. But I was stopped.

"No Paris... sorry that's my mind talking. I'm going through stuff with my dad and siblings right now and.. it's just hard."

"What kind of stuff? if I may ask"

"Long story Paris" he rolled his eyes.

"I got time."

"Let's go order and I'll explain." He gave me the slightest smirk.

"What would you like?" the waitress asked.

"I'll have a skinny salted caramel mocha"

"And for you?" she looked at beck.

"Peppermint tea"

"$7.95"

"It's on me" beck told me with his straight face.

••

We sat back down after paying

"Really?"

" What?" he asked me.

"A peppermint tea?" I looked him with a smile.

"Yes... men can drink peppermint teas "

"Ok then" I laughed.

He shook his head and continued to drink.

"Oh that story now" I interrupted.

"Sure" he smirked. "I'll do a short version."

"Ok"

••

"So in the end my dad is always away. He's on drugs cause my mom died and my sister sneaking out without my dad knowing."

"I know what you mean... I almost never see my mom and I'm living alone."

"Twinnies huh?" he laughed.

"Totally"

My phone dinged suddenly.

"Crap... I gotta go. I have a workout with my trainer."

"Don't throw up that drink it was four freaking dollars Paris!" He smiled.

"I won't"

"Paris... thanks for letting me talk it out it feels good to have someone that is in the "same"situation as me"