Being Me

Chapter 7

As we walked into Starbuck's, the aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the air.

The place wasn't filled with a lot of people, just some school girls blabbering away what they did during the summer vacation to each other, a man who looked like he was in his early twenties working on his laptop and a teenage girl about my age or maybe a year or two younger than was sitting with her headphones, reading To Kill A Mockingbird and taking an occasional sip from her coffee.

My sister and I walk towards the counter to place our orders. It takes some time though because the staff seems to be getting an earful from their manager. The worst part, we could see that happen. So instead we go find ourselves a table for two, which was kinda in the middle of the coffee shop.

When we sat down, I noticed in my line of vision, in front me, sat in the corner a family who I did not seem to notice when we first walked sitting there. A mother, a father, and their son........

Woah.......... Holy smokes!!! Their son was so fucking good looking. I just couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked so......

"Becca."

So good......

"Becca!"

"What?" I snapped at her for breaking my concentration on that beautiful creation of God sitting right in front of me fiddling with his phone in his hands.

"What happened to you? Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm good. Sorry for snapping at you. I guess I just zoned out."

"It's ok. I um, wanted to say let's go place order, yeah?"

"Yep. That would be good." I say as we get up to go to the counter, but not before glancing at that boy one more time. "I'll take an S'mores," I said to the lady behind the counter while my sister ordered for a Java Chip. Then the lady askes for names, so we gave our names and paid for drinks and walked back to the table we were seated at before.

I took out my phone and unlocked it to text Mace, Tim and Shania that we had reached a couple of hours ago and that we were currently at Starbuck's. After I hit send, I quickly locked my phone and pretended like I was doing something on it while simultaneously staring at the boy sitting in front of me.

I noticed that his parents said something to him and he nodded in agreement. Then his parents walked out the door but their bags were still with their son.

So I grabbed the opportunity to get a really good look at him. He had dark brown hair, almost as dark as a bar of chocolate. He was wearing a white fitted V-neck t-shirt and maybe if I were to stand in front of him I would be able to see his abs.

What? A girl can't imagine a boy so fine-looking and drool-worthy with abs? Call me a creep, but I don't really care. It was a 'see it to believe it' situation.

Anyways back to what his clothes. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a pair of red converse. His facial features were carved to perfection. From the distance I was sitting at I really couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but his lips were so full and totally kissable. I mean honestly I wouldn't mind kissing him.

I didn't realize that I was staring at him for a really long time because he seemed to have caught my gaze and he smirked. He SMIRKED at me for heaven's sake and I think I skipped a heartbeat.

I just blinked to get back to reality because I bet I was dreaming. I heard my name being called so I went to get my drink. I walked to the stand to get some tissues and a straw. Since the tissues were over, I walked to the lady behind the counter and told her about it. She said that I would have to wait for a few minutes to re-stock them.

So till then I walked to my table, set my drink down and walked back to the stand. I stood there for a few moments and the lady came back with fresh tissues and put them in the stand. I thanked it and she returned my smile.

I picked up a few tissues for Ivy and myself. When I turned around to walk back to the table, I walked into something like a hard wall. Or maybe I did walk into a wall. And down go all the tissues. I don't even know why I'm worried about them but then I did.

That was until I hear someone mutter, "Shit. Are you all alright? I'm really sorry. Here let me help you." And he extends his hand for me to take. I didn't realize I fell on my butt because I was too busy looking at the person in front of me. I take his hand, and he helps me up to my feet. I can't believe it. It was the same guy I had been staring at the entire time I was here. He was a good three to four inches taller than me. And yes he has abs because that is practically what I walked into.

"Umm..uh..um... It's o-o-ok." I stuttered as I looked down at my hands. Why was I stuttering? I mean it's just another guy not Chace Crawford or someone right.

I didn't feel him lift my chin up with his finger to make me look into his eyes. He had a lip ring on the bottom lip to right. His eyes were a green that I had never seen before. They were beautiful. As I was looking at his eyes, he looked at mine and spoke, "I love your brown eyes. They're beautiful." I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks but I stopped it from spreading to my cheeks fully.

Then me being me spoke, "You love my eyes?" He nodded. "But you know, I think you'll love my number even more." And with that said I saw a little emotion cross his eyes. Lust perhaps. I don't know. He actually handed me a napkin and a sharpie. I was surprised that he agreed to take my phone number. I smiled I took the paper and pen and wrote on it, folded it and handed it to him.

He smirked again and said, "So when can I call you?"

"When you open the paper you can call," I replied with mischief laced in my voice.

I knew he would open the tissue. But guess what? Curiosity killed the cat.

"What the fuck is this?"

"Oh that. That is a boy," I say pointing to the boy I drew, "and that is a cloud near his head."

"Yeah I know. But what does it mean?"

"It means........" I pause and tell my sister that we were leaving and waiting for me outside.

I turn to see this guy is still waiting for my answer. He wants his answer. I'll give him his answer. I say,

"In your dreams."

I walked to the table I was sitting at and picked my drink and before I walked out, I winked at the guy and then strutted out like I owned the place.

I turn and look through the window and find him standing there put in one place with a shocked expression on his face. I knew I accomplished what I had in mind and smirked to myself.

Good job, Becca.

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