"Oh hey." I said trying to avoid eye contact.
"Why are you avoiding me." Dylan asked me.
"I seriously just met you yesterday and I only saw you that one time where you were perverted." I told him gingerly.
"Baby do you really think that's the real me?" He pouted sticking out his bottom lip.
"Yeah I do." I looked behind me where King was no where to be seen.
"So you don't have a boyfriend right?" I sent him a glare.
"Thats none of your business." I spat back at him.
"Woah. Baby girl calm down I just want to talk." He sent me a smile which make me get a chill.
"Please leave." He put his hands up.
"Nah I couldn't leave without a proper goodbye."
"Goodbye." I pushed.
"Not that kind this kind." He began putting his lips towards me and I got up.
"Leave me alone." Dylan was then covered in coffee.
I quickly turned around and saw King with an empty cup in his hand. "Oops." I ran to him and he brought me into a hug. "Don't be scared."
"I'm not I'm thankful." He sent me a smile which I sent back my face heating up.
"You guys are dicks!" Dylan ran out of the Starbucks but then Kings boss came out from the back.
"What the hell is all this from? You trip once now this!" He screamed at king so I let go of him and backed away.
"He was sexually harassing her. I didn't do it for no reason. I'll pay for the mess but he shouldn't try to force people to kiss them if they don't want to." His boss contemplated.
"This is your last strike, do you understand?" He asked him sternly.
"Yes I understand sir." King smiled politely trying to be nice.
"You should leave for the rest of the night so be on time tomorrow." His boss went back to the backroom while king went to gather his stuff.
"Oh crap!" I picked up kings jacket and it was soaked with coffee.
"Is that my jacket?" King asked me.
"I'm so sorry; I'll get you a new one. This is all my fault." I felt a tear fall down my face but I couldn't pin point why.
"Why are you crying?" He chuckled grabbing the wet cloth. "I can clean it."
"B-but you said it was your favorite jacket." He shrugged.
"Doesn't mean anything it's still just a jacket." He wiped my face and brought me into a hug that I didn't respond to. "Don't be upset."
"I just feel bad." He guided me out of Starbucks. "Do you want to stay over?"
"If you'd like me to." He held me closer and squeezed my shoulder.
"Please." I began blushing and shivered lightly.
"Come here." He held me closer warming me up in the process.
"Thank you." He just sent me a smile and we walked up the many stairs to my apartment.
I opened the door and he fell onto the futon. "You can have the bed if you want since you're a guest and all." He smiled but shook his head no.
"I'll take the couch." I began arguing with him.
YOU ARE READING
The Clumsy Boy At Starbucks
Teen Fiction"Here's your coffee." His hand reached out while he began walking towards me. "Oh thank you." I didn't notice him trip until I was covered in the burning substance. "Ow!" I screamed from the pain of being burned. "I'm so sorry are you okay?" He aske...
