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19 º Just Co-workers º 19 - Joe Sugg

Y/n = Your/Name

Type: Cute

Warnings: Swearing

Features: Joe Sugg, Casper Lee, Alfie Deres

Set: Starbucks

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I sigh as i hand the lady her Mocha. This job isn't the best, but $8 an hour is doing for now. I live by myself in a cozy little apartment, around the south of Miami. I am a server in Starbucks, a simple, basic job. Of course, you have some nice co-workers, but there are also the creepy ones. Nathan Kernal, the creepiest male to all of the females. It was weird, because he worked well, but sometimes he would have a spike of energy, and absolutely harass the hell out of us. The girls on the same shift as him, would do all that they could to stay away.

Today, was my shift with him, and i already wasn't having a good time. "Hello, welcome to starbucks, what would you like today?" I ask, still glancing down at the cash register screen. Glancing up, i see a blonde haired man, looking up at the menu above my head. 2 more men, both brunette, stand behind him too. "I would love your number, but can i just have a Honeycomb cappuccino, and 2 Choco and Vanilla Latte's please." He says, smiling. I raise my eyebrow smirking, but tap in his order.

"And who is the Honeycomb addressed to?" I ask, resting my forearms on the counter. "Joe." He answers sharply, grinning at me, showing his pearly white teeth. I nod, and ask him the last question. "And the Latte's?" He replies, "Casper, and Alfie." I type it into the screen, and then nod approvingly. "You can go take a seat, as i get them ready, and i'll call you guys over." I smile, and then turn around, to head into the back-room.

While making the Honeycomb cappuccino, I catch a glimpse of Nathan in the corner of my eye, and stiffen. I feel his deadly aura radiate from him, as i try to hurry my actions, and place a cap onto the drink. As i write the names, i hear the machine turn on again, and look over to see Nathan making a drink. Confused, i frown and quickly look back at what i was doing. He never took anyone's order, so how and why could he possibly be making a drink for someone? He turns to me, sipping the drink.

"So, Y/n, will you be the same stubborn chick as them all, or will you co-operate with me today?" He speaks. I frown and stick the label onto the cup, trying to ignore him. He slams his drink down onto the counter, startling me. Growling he walks closer, and I start to cower into the corner. "Fucking answer me bitch!" He bellows. I whimper loudly and put my hands over my ears. I'm sure the sound echoed throughout the whole store. He traps me in a corner, leaning closer to my face. 'Lord help me.'

Joe's p.o.v

I hear a shout, followed by an ear-piercing screech. My eye dilate as I stand up, my chair sliding away. I rush to the counter, opening the door, and going inside. When I enter the backroom, I see the girl, pinned into the corner of the room, by a tall man. "Please N-Nathan. I'm sorry." Sure squeaks out. I growl and run to them. Pulling the mans collar, i fling him across the room. I'm raging so much i can hear my heartbeat in my ears, and the veins popping out on my neck. 

I run at him again, throwing a punch, which most likely breaks his jaw, and damages my knuckle. He whimpers, and tries to punch back. But grab his hand mid-swing, and then swing my other fist at him, causing him to cough up blood. I punch his nose, then his eye, then his stomach. He groans and falls to the floor, worn out and bloody. 

Y/n's p.o.v

Joe held him up, and by then I've gathered enough courage to finish it. I raise my hand, and bringing it right down to the side of his face, leaving a hard red mark. "Don't ever touch me, or any of us girls, ever again!" I scream, tears still streaming down my face. Logan drops him to the floor, and smiles sadly at me, as I see his eyes soften.

"I'm sorry about your cappuccino ..." I whisper, and look down. I hear him chuckle. "It's fine. I'm just glad you're alright." He says. I look back up at him, seeing he was running his hand through his hair, and huffing out a breath.

He walks over to me, and wraps his arms around me. This is what I needed. Comfort. The comfort that no one else gave me, but him.