Chapter 1
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I shrug on a thick hoodie as I step out into the cold November air, still clad in pyjamas.
It takes a minute to walk up my street, which is good because any more exposure to the cold weather would have left me with severe hypothermia.
A year ago or so, the council decided to grant planning permission for a new Starbucks to open on the end of my road, and trust me when I say, it was the best decision they ever made.
The little bell on the door rings when I step in, and I savour the warmth of the shop and the refreshing aroma of coffee which slowly fills my nose.
Since it's still only about eight in the morning, there's hardly anybody in here, and most of them are dressed exactly like me: the classy combination of pyjama bottoms, a thick hoodie and fluffy ugg boots.
There's only one person in front of me; a fairly tall, blonde male with a deep, gruff voice. He orders a plain coffee with no cream; he must be so bored in his life.
I hasten to order a double cinnamon, gingerbread hot chocolate with vanilla cream and ginger sprinkles. It's late November, so the Christmas range of drinks has been released. It's literally been the highlight of my year.
"What's your name, miss?" The barista asks. He's pretty cute.
"Cara." I reply, cracking a smile. My actual name is Scarlett, but it's such a weird and awkward name and it doesn't suit me at all. So I just stuck with Cara.
"Okay, that's five dollars exactly," he smiles. I reach into my bag to get my purse, and when I look up a hand is already extended, a five dollar bill between the index finger and the thumb.
I look up (my height isn't exactly a large number) and my eyes meet those of Michael Clifford, my neighbour.
"Oh. It's you." I roll my eyes. Him and I are not on the best terms, nor have we ever been.
"Wow. Scarlett, as excited as ever!" He says sarcastically. "You look like the ecstasy is killing you. Honestly, stop with the huge overexcited thing."
"Shut up." I reply in a monotonous tone.
"Anyway, I came over to ask you if you would like to sit with us?" He asks, and as I wonder what he means by 'us' he points to a table with none other than Ashton Irwin sitting at it.
"No." I blink.
"Excuse me?" Michael retaliates.
"I said no," I reply, not sure whether this amusing or just annoying.
"Well since you don't want to sit with us, I guess I can just sit back down with Ashton and tell him one of the many cringey anecdotes I remember about you? Oh, and maybe I could add in the fact you've liked him for about... Three and a half years or so? How does that sound, Scarlett?"
It sounds exactly like something Michael might do, especially since he knows how much I liked Ashton.
"You're a dickhead." Is my only answer.
"Remember that one year, when we were seven and you peed your pants whilst crying because you dropped your ice cream?"
My hot chocolate is placed on the counter, ready for me to take. I pick it up, cradling it in my hands, when I notice a phone number scrawled down the side.
I look up at the serving area and a cute blonde haired boy with a small stud in his lip is working. He looks up and shoots me a lopsided grin. I wink at him, before spinning back round to face Michael, who practically drags me over to his table.
Ashton greets me politely, pulling me in for a quick hug.
"Hey, Scarlett!" He smiles. His voice is so freaking sexy.
"Uh, hi Ashton," I say, pushing my hair out of my bright red face as I sit down.
"You're good friends with Mikey here, right?" Asks Ashton, and I snort into my drink.
"Friends? I don't think so," I laugh.
"Oh!" He looks surprised. "I just thought, judging from the way he described you, that you'd be a bit more than just enemies."
"And how did he 'describe' me?" I say, my eyebrows knitted together.
"Beaut-"
He earns a slap from Michael.
"Oh, I guess I just misinterpreted those words. Of course, they were so hateful," he says, sarcastically.
"Shut up." Mumbles Michael, looking distastefully at Ashton. I shrug, taking another swig of my drink.
"You have a cream moustache, baby," smirks Michael. I roll my eyes and reach for a napkin, but he beats me to it and wipes my upper lip. I'm expecting some kind of scratch or shove, but it never comes.
"You know, I'm 17. I am completely capable of wiping my own face." I remark when he's done.
He raises his eyebrows. "Do you not remember that time when we were thirteen? At dinner?"
I slap his arm to get him to stop, and though he winces slightly, he carries on. "You got raspberry ice cream all over your face and you were crying because you couldn't wipe it off!" He laughs, and Ashton giggles a bit too. He kept his promise about embarrassing me in front of my crush.
I look down at my watch; not that I have anywhere to be, but I'm honestly too uncomfortable with Michael here.
"Fuck! I have work in thirty three minutes! Sorry guys, I've got to go!" I mentally praise my own acting skills before grabbing my drink and taking off down the street.
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