I was in the coffee shop waiting for my best friend Jamie.
Me: yo, where the hell are you?!
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Jamie: I'm already here. Where the hell are YOU?
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Me: I hope you're not on Tinsel Street...
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Jamie: I'm on Wesley street. Like you texted me.
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Me: Yeah, LAST WEEK
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Jamie: Well, I already got my coffee and shit so..meet you back at school (:
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I shut off my phone, grabbed your coffee and keys and was headed out the door. I was getting my headphones when a guy practically ran me over.
"Watch where the fuck you're going, Speedy Gonzales."
Then I felt something warm on my stomach.
He turned around with wide eyes.
"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me."
I was beyond pissed.
"Uh..um..I'm sorry."
He was sexy as hell, gotta admit.
The way his plaid shirt caressed his every muscle.
The hazel streak on the front of his hair.
That didn't stop the anger from building up in me.
I rushed out of the coffee shop and got into my car.
I've been having a bad week.
My grades were horrible.
My grandma died.
My other best friend slept with your ex.
And this pushed me over edge.
I was about to start the car when I heard a knock on the window.
It was the sexy guy who spilled coffee on my shirt.
I ignored him and got my keys, restarting the ignition.
"Hey, I know you see me. I'm not John Cena."
I started busting out laughing cause it was so cheesy.
"What do you want coffee spiller?" I asked trying to sound annoyed.
He started laughing and motioned for me to roll down the window.
I rolled it down and heard his voice more clear.
"I'm sorry. I was in a rush. My name's Ethan."
He said outstretching his hand into my window.
"In a rush for what. I know I'm nosy, but I deserve an explanation."
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
"My car broke down yesterday. My wife and I divorced and now I have custody over my daughter, so I have to be at the daycare before 3 o'clock to pick her up and-"
I interrupted him.
"Get in."
"What?"
"Get in the damn car Ethan."
He walked over to the passenger side and got in.
"So where do you work?"
"Marriott Hotel. The manager."
I drove down the street to the hotel.
"I'll pick you up at 2:30 to pick up your daughter."
"You're kidding...Oh my god. Thank you..." He trailed off.
"Alois"
"Alois...I like that and got it. Thanks again."
I realized you started getting the feels for him already.
I was so lost in my thoughts, I forgot about my messed up shirt.
Anger flooded me again.
Someone honked at me from behind.
I rolled down your window flicking my middle finger.
"Fuck off!"
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