Only One Cup of Coffee

Chapter 10

*special chapter*

the part in Chapter 8 where Harper decides to take Caroun to Starbucks as a treat for working hard.

Harper wrapped his hand around my wrist and dragged me to the sidewalk outside school, laughing lightly as I struggled to no avail.

"You're seriously injuring my arm Harps! I'll call the cops on you!" I shouted playfully, throwing my head back and pulling my arm.

Like seriously, he had arms of steel. There was no way that I could wiggle out of that grip.

"Come on let's go to Starbucks." He chided, softly whistling under his breath.

We walked down the slow moving streets and gazed at the little park behind our school where there were loads of preschoolers chilling.

"That most definitely looks fun. Reminds me of when I was their age. All fun and games everyday, all day..." He said quietly.

"Yup. Those were the good ol' days. Everything was good in the hood."

"Okay so it's right up that street right?" He asked me.

"You're telling me you dragged me to go to Starbucks and you don't know where it is? Shameful Harper." I said amusedly.

"Mmhm." He replied as we pushed the door open and the AC smacked us right in the face.

"What would you like Caroun?" He asked me.

"Umm... A java chip frappe. You can get in Starbucks right? I haven't been here in so long man!"

"Umm... I think so. Let me go buy the things." He was about to walk off before I grabbed his hand.

"Nope! I scowled furiously. "I will pay for the food." I told him.

"Don't be silly I-"

"I said I would pay didn't I? That means I will. Don't try to stop me Demenché."

At the end of our little argument, we ended up splitting the bill, much to his dismay.

I sat down with my frothy frappe in hand, a sandwich in the other.

"So, how's the date going so fa-" he began but stopped immediately.

My pale cheeks immediately flushed to pink.

"This is a date, huh Harper?" I asked, trying to act cool, but failing miserably as my voice cracked at the end of my sentence.

His eyes widened by a fraction. "No- yes- I mean-"

"I don't mind... I think." I told him.

That was when he finally lifted his gaze from his feet and looked at me with a small smile.

"Well, then. I'm glad, lol." He said, slightly nervous.

I grinned and him and pressed a dollop of whipped cream on his nose from my frappe.

"Oh how very cliché." He said.

"Yup. I would've wasted your whipped cream but unfortunately there's only one cup of coffee on this table. You've got a sandwich." (Got dat reference?)

Muahahahahaha so this chapter is short... And I haven't updated for a while but it's not like it matters even if I take ten months to come out with the next chapter. Nobody's actually bothered.
That's okay though. I'll still try for as long as I can.
This is a cute scene from chapter 8 that you originally couldn't experience but... Now you can!