Future Mistakes

The Fifteenth Day

CHAPTER ONE:

I always knew the move from (blank) was going change my life. For better or worse is the question. I've been here for two weeks already and I've only seen three places so far. My home, obviously, my job at (London place), and (café/book shop).  I have no idea what possessed the owner to name the shop that but (café/book girl) says everyone just calls it (café). I haven't been anywhere else since I moved to London and I don't plan on changing my routine anytime soon. I need to stay focused on work now that I'm on my own. Work, books, and coffee is all I need right now, all I can handle if I'm being honest.  I honestly don't understand how I got (café/book girl) to be my friend. I forgot her name four times already. Maybe she took pity and befriended me since I've been coming to (café nickname) every morning, at 7am, since I got here. Since when did I become so boring? Once (café girl) memorized my name and order, she wouldn't leave me alone until I had an actual conversation with her. She's kind of pushy but I like it. Who knows what I'll do if I'm left alone too long. On the fifth day since the big move I figured I might as well talk to her, it wouldn't hurt having at least one friend here. Two weeks, exactly fourteen days and no one has graced me with their idiotic presence, except Nylah of course. Fourteen nice, calm and peaceful days. But of course nothing in my life could ever go the way I want it to.

 On the fifteenth day everything changed. I did my normal routine when I got up. I turned my alarm off, 6:00am, and radio on, then walk into the bathroom. I over did it in the shower this morning singing Beyonce Get Me Bodied. Can you blame me? By the time I'm out the shower it's 6:27am. Freakum Dress is on, I guess is a B-Day type of day. I figure I've got time to dance around. Next thing I know its 6:45, I'm half way through Deja-vu and half dressed. I rush getting dressed. Good thing I picked out something to wear last night. I threw on my green shirt and black skirt. I quickly did my hair, put some mascara and red lipstick on. After slipping my earrings and heels on I grabbed my bag and car keys and was off at 7am to (café).

(Café) is only four blocks away so the drive wasn't that long. There wasn't many people are in today so I could straight up to(café girl) at the register. "The same I'm guessing"  she says with an eyebrow raised. "Really (café girl), you're slipping if you have to ask." I teased. "Yeah, yeah I'll have Jamiee right on that. How did you get your hair so straight?" Typical Nylah, she's so obsessed with my hair. "It's called a flat iron." She basically asked for an eye role with that question. "Why the hell is my hair so curly?" Ugh, here we go again. "I don't know. Genetics."  I seriously don't understand her fascination with my hair. "I can't help that we hair different hair types and I refuse to have this argument again so I'll be in my usual booth." I start walking towards my favorite booth, in the corner window.

I sit down and pop in my headphones. Hamilton's, Cabinet Battle #1 blares out on the highest volume setting. I pull out my copy of The Fault in our Stars from my bag and start to reread it. It's my ninth time reading it, yet it still manages to bring tears to my eyes. I was so caught up in my book that I didn't notice someone standing beside me. It was like I was in my own little world. It was just me, Augustus and Hazel, sitting on Hazel's swing set. Soon my world came crashing down as I was tugged back into reality by my headphones being ripped from my ears. Who was the culprit you ask? None other than (café girl) Del Via herself. "Yes Nylah? How can I help you?"  I took no effort to hide my irritation. She knows I hate it when she does that. "Oh I just thought you'd like to introduce me to your friend." She said with a smirk. Since when the hell does (café girl) smirk? And what fucking friend? It was then that I notice my drink and my apparent visitor. Damn. There's was no other word I could use. One look. One look and I was hooked. I couldn't bring myself to look away. It felt like a millennium had passed as I drowned in those dark and calming eyes. One look and I was second guessing my no guys rule. One look had me reconsidering how I spent my whole life. One look and I hated it. What I've been avoiding for so long finally caught up to me, but I wouldn't let it catch me that easily. No way was I going down without a fight. Fourteen perfect days, but perfects over rated. I need to snap out of it.

I was finally able to break eye contact with Mr. Suit and tie. I mean honestly if he wasn't screaming a million dollars, it was definitely a billion. "Sorry (café girl), suit and tie here decided to invade my booth. So he's no friend of mine." I said finally with a pointed look in his direction. "Well then I'll just leave you two to talk then. Be nice." Why she felt the need to patronize me in front of him beats me. "I'm always nice," I murmur. Suit and tie is finally off mute and says with a mocking raised eyebrow " Suit and tie?" Damnit, even his voice if sexy. "Let's not beat around the bush. You know you're rich, I know you're rich. No need to act as if you don't." I say and start drinking my coffee.  "And how would you know I'm rich?" he challenged.  "Your persona screams money. Now can I ask why you've chosen to sit in my booth when there empty ones all around?" "Well I wanted to talk and get to know you." Is that really the best he could do? Get to know me. He could have at least said a cheesy line. "Smooth but you've hit a dead end so should stop you're ahead." He has this cute, confused look on his face. He's probably use to girls throwing themselves at him."I'm not comprehending. A dead end? Is that an American term?" "A dead end as in you'll talk and flirt with me. And I'll pretend and go along with it to be nice. When all I really want to do is listen to my music, while drinking my coffee and read my book. Then you'll make up some excuses to leave and ask for my number. I'll give you a fake number and we'll never see each other again. I guess it's kind of my term." He looks down for a moment. "That's a shame; I would like to see you again." "The world's an imperfect place."  He stares at me for a second, "What's your name?" "(last name)" He narrows his eyes before saying "(last name), I'm guessing that's not your first name." Really, did he not get the picture? "Smart guess, it's not." I retort. "Mind telling me your first name?" Boy, this guy doesn't stop huh.

Well I wouldn't be me if I didn't make things difficult. "Actually I do. A first name identifies who you are. Only people I trust know my first name. And just like trust, my name needs to be earned." I smiled, satisfied with my answer. He smirks, "I look forward to earning it and your trust. I'm not going to bullshit you any longer, there's a reason I sat here." I sip my coffee before saying "Straight forward, I like it. What's the reason suit and tie?" "You can call me (his name), I think I can trust you with my name. To put it as simple as it is. I want you." There it goes. The moment a guy opens his mouth and ruins everything. Well that makes things better for me. "Did you really think you were accomplishing something by saying that? You can want all you want, but you can't have." I couldn't figure out which annoyed me more, the fact that he said that, or the fact that when he said it, it made me want him. "It was nice talking to you but could you please leave now." I started reading after I dismissed him. I can't believe he thought he could go all primal on me and that it would work. I peeked up from my book to see him starting at me intensely. He never took his eyes off me as he said "You look sexy when you're upset."  What the actual fuck. Oh hell no. He started talking again before I could yell at him. Almost sounding strained when he said "I want you, and I have no doubt that we'd get a long great. If it takes me a while, so be it. I'm a patient man, so I can wait. I just want you to know that I'll get what I want."

I must be dreaming. There's no other explanation. "Really! Now I think you've took it too far.  Your wasting your time, I'm not interested." It was a lie, and I think we both knew it. It was almost as if I could see the tension surrounding us when he spoke. "Not interested? So you have a boyfriend then?" I checked the time on my phone before saying "That's a personal question and personal questions are asked by people who know that person on a personal level." Great now I'm late. I started gathering my things in my bag and I stood up from the booth. Facing him I say, "And were not on that level." Ending the conversation, I pass him walking towards the door. I made it two steps before hearing him say   

"Sorry if overstepped (insert new name later) but the whole reason I'm here is to know you on a personal level.' He smiled that frustrating, I know I gotcha, half smile all guys have. The one that just so happens to be sexy and so fucking annoying. I kind of stops me for a second. Damn, now I'm standing in the middle of this dumbass café. Looking like a dumbass just staring at him because his smile fucked up my consideration. I buy some time, smile, and keep walking.wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to me. "See you around (guys name)" I passed (insert café girl name here) at the counter and give her a pointed, wtf just happened, look as I walked out. I got into my car pretty quickly and checked my phone. 8:45am. Great, I'm late. I started my car and sped all the way to work.

THIS IS ONE OF MY DREAMS WRITTEN DOWN. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.