Sexy Doesnt Make Innocence

Chapter I

🌸🌸Jewel's POV🌸🌸

Jewel's POV

"Love was not cheap or easy. But then if it had been, their story would not have been worth telling."

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The smell of freshly brewed espresso filled the air as I tied my apron around my tiny waist. I heard the familiar sounds of hot flavored drinks pouring into clear plastic cups.

I looked around to see the small vintage coffee shop I had worked in for years. The place was small but cozy. The windows were a tinted, blocking the bright sun from getting into your eyes.

The far end of the shop had deep brown walnut booths. A gray bench, red cushions surrounding a side of a perimeter of all the tables.

I grab my cloth and walk over to a random table, attentively wiping them one by one. The janitors here have definitely slacked off; seeing that there is still sticky remnants of yesterday's customers. I did my daily ritual.

Spray. Wipe. Dry. Move on.

Spray. Wipe. Dry. Move on.

It was a basic routine. A basic routine for the basic person.

It was misty outside making the inside of the shop seem dimly lit and gloomy. The repetitive design that was around each booth really made this coffee shop seem like all those generic shops that you would find in a movie. All the booths have the same dark walnut table with the red seats.

Outside there were a few people walking around the busy city of Manhattan. From inside you could hear the roaring of cars and the honks of aggressive drivers. Normally around this time, not many people come in. As most people are still sleeping. I was awake yet I'm still groggy. I take a sip of my bitter coffee as an attempt to wake up.

I glance up at the tiny red clock in the corner of the small building. It's only 4:27 AM. As an effort to make my time productive, I sit down behind the counter and start counting the money. I sip on my hot coffee, careful not to burn my sensitive tongue.

One of my co-workers come in. Obviously still tired too. I nod as a form of greeting and continue to count the money, not waiting for a reply.

I hear the familiar sound of the door jingling, indicating that a customer has arrived. It was a little rusty so it would scratch against the floor creating an unmistakable sound that would alert anyone inside.

As time passes by more and more customers would come in. Today was busier than usual.

I swiftly finish all my shifts and glance over at the red clock. Shit, I'm I'm going to be late.

"Mary, I am leaving," I yell over my shoulders to my favorite co-worker. In one swift move, I untie the white apron from my waist and yank the rubber band off my hair. I grab my worn-out backpack and walk over to the door where Mary is waiting for me.

"Okay, bye honey." She pecks my cheek in a motherly manner and hands me a hot cup of coffee knowing that I was not a morning person.

"Does it have soy milk?" I ask her swinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Always."

I gave her a genuine smile and ran out the door, worried that I was gonna receive a detention for being late. My school made a contract with me. As long as my record is clean and I have overly perfect grades, I can attend the private school without having to worry about the budget.

The bell tower rang out. I cursed under my breath. I started running as fast as my short legs would let me. My feet were sore from running from table to table at the cafe. My dark hair was flapping in the wind, causing me to look like I walked out of the Walking Dead. My coffee threatening to spill onto the pavement.

My uniform was simple. A black skirt with a white collared button up and a pair of thigh-high socks along with black Mary Janes. It wasn't too much at sight but it was a privilege. My mother would have been proud of me for getting into an elite private school. My brother had done everything in his power to get me into a good school. He dropped out of high to help pay for the family. Without him, I would probably be living in the streets.

My mother got a little crazy when my father left. She was taken away from me and my brother. They told me she would be safe. They told me they would keep her safe. Now, I understand that she is in a psychiatric hospital. It was hard to really understand at first, but now that time had passed, it had become just another part of my life.

Another part of my depressing lif- OOMPH

My coffee flies out of hand, raining all over my clean uniform. " The fuck?! Watch where the fuck you're going, man!" I stand up brushing the invisible dust from my now wet skirt.

I look up to see a boy about my age, his recently clean white v shirt covered in coffee stains, laughing at me. LAUGHING .

That's when I snapped. "The hell? !? You think this is funny?!" I yelled at him.

This bastard. He comes out of nowhere, ruins my expensive uniform and just Laughs?!?I can't go to school like this, but I can't even miss a day.

I realize he has designer clothing on. His coffee-colored hair ruffled and floppy. His dimples showing through his pearly white laugh. His face was defined and structured. His figure was tall and muscular. He was the kind of boy that every girl swooned over. The kind of boy that I stayed away from. The kind of . . . Boy. He is a BOY.

I started to tense up. My knees buckled. I curl back slowly. I can't even talk. Where was all of my courage a minute ago? It's not cold but I start shaking. Everything is going blurry. Gravity is so strong. I snap out of my terror as I feel his warm hands on my shoulder.

"Are you ok-" I push him off me. A flash of hurt struck through his face, but he hid it quickly with confusion.

"I-I gotta go." I shudder away. I start to run. I don't know where but as long as it's away from here then it's okay. The cold wind was hitting my face as I ran. Tears streaming down my face.

All my life I had been running. Literally.

But this time it felt like a treadmill. It felt as if I was getting nowhere. Running in the same place.

Throughout it all, this was different from any other encounter of boys. Of course, I had run and felt terror with other boys. But this boy, he felt safe. Something about him was welcoming. Pulling me in.

It might be his innocent looks or his cheeky smile. I haven't even known him for an entire two minutes.

But I was instantly scared of him.

Scared of someone breaking the walls that I took years to build.

Scared that if someone does break it, I have to go through all the misery in my life, again, to be able to rebuild it.

Scared to fall.

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A/N- Waffles & Pancakes

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