Coffee Girl

Or Should I Call You Coffee Girl?

"Are you blind, the cereal is right behind you. Next to the toaster!" Finally the daft idiot turned around and noticed the family sized box of frosted flakes "hiding" in plain sight.

Every morning we were always almost late because Mr. Takes-ten-years-to-get-up can never find just what it is that he wants to eat. Then he always followed it up with a-

"Geez Louise, calm down its just cereal." There it was, the completely outdated remark. My life was almost too predictable. Sighing a little, I slid off my chair and grabbed my book bag and the car keys before heading for the door.

"Two minutes Mike or we'll be late." And like every other day, its a whole 10 minutes before we actually get in the car to go to school.

Its not like I'm super eager to go to school or anything, its just... Well I want to get out of this hick town, but my parents won't let me unless I go to some big fancy Top 10 School. I've already got my major picked out, English, and I want to go to Brown but my grades in previous years coupled with my attendance record, I'll be lucky to even get into community college. I may be exaggerating the last point a tiny bit, but I need something stellar if I'm getting into Brown.

Exactly when I enter the building, the five minute warning bell rings, and I mutter a borderline-sarcastic "right on time" to follow.After very haphazardly dropping all my stuff into my locker and bringing out my English binder and class novel, I turn left, cutting through the library and for the first time in a while, something completely unexpected happens in the morning- I crash into a very attractive male carrying a mug full of coffee. Very hot coffee.

Squealing like a pig, I try to stop my shift from transferring the heat to my skin, while the stranger apologizes more times than I've ever heard someone apologize and tries shuffling our different papers into their correct piles.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

"Stop apologizing, it was my fault, I was trying to get to class on time." Before I could finish the sentence, the bell rang signaling that it was time for the National anthem and that I was late. Wonderful day it was today.

"Shit."

"I could just write you a note saying you were with me and you technically weren't going to be late until I was an oaf and dumped coffee all over you. Do you have another shirt to change into? Lucky you didn't wear white because then it would be really obvious, but you're wearing black so its not as obvious but when it dries you'll just smell like coffee, which all together isn't a bad smell. Unless you do have a shirt-" I turned to face him but only caught his profile.

"You ramble a lot, dont you?"

"Yeah, especially when I'm nervous."

" Oh, do you have Mr.Campbell? I heard he gives the longest tests for the algebra and trigonometry units."

"No, I'm not in high school, well I am, but not as a student. I'm a student teacher."

"Which teacher are you shadowing?"

"A Ms. Carbonzo, I think."

"Well I think today just got better, she's my first period teacher so you can tell her that it was you, the clumsy oaf that spilled coffee on her." His face light up.

"Good, 'cause I spent the better part of fifteen minutes looking for her classroom. Hey I never got your name,or should I call you coffee girl."

"No, its okay. My name is Vanessa, yours?"

"Harry, Harry Potter." Smiling a little, before mock crossing my arms I gave him my best tell-me-your-real-name look.

"You don't believe me? "

"Not in the slightest." Before we could say any more, the anthem as well as the announcements had ended and the librarian had come out with a scowl, shooing us away as if we were birds.

Once we got into class and Mr. Harry Potter, who's real name is Jacob Jennings explained to Ms. Carbonzo why we were late she let me in without a scratch. I settled into my seat in the middle next to my friend Elizabeth. Ms. Carbonzo then introduces Jacob as our student teacher, mind you with lot of unnecessary shoulder touching and "flirty" laughter. Talk about obvious.

Once the flirtation stops and she decides to he a teacher again, we have silent reading time which most people use just for talking or texting. See, Ms. Carbonzo used to be an elementary school teacher which I think has made her completely blind to seeing that high school kids will find a way to do the exact opposite of what you say no matter what. She still thinks every child is innocent and good.

" Who's the hottie?"

"Weren't you listening, its our student teacher Jacob Jennings, whose here to help and aid us in anyway he can." The whole while touching her shoulder.

"That was a bit much. Its like she was telepathically trying to get him to take of her clothes and-

" Oh my gosh Elizabeth, I really don't want you to finish that sentence." From above, my brother, Mike, who was totally uninvited to the conversation adds his two cents in.

" And is that because you like Mr.Jennings or because you still haven't come out of the closet and you like Carbonzo?" Then Elizabeth giggles like a two year old, and Mike looks incredibly smug, but that's because they like each other but won't admit it. The idiots.

Anger coursing through my veins as Romeo and Juliet behind me continued to make stupid jokes about Jacob. I turned to the front and caught the eyes of someone who looked like he was being harassed. So I did the most logical thing I could think of and shrugged.

AN: That's the first chapter, and I really will continue with this story, this idea has been circulating around my head for ages. Anyways, comment or vote (if you want).

Love,

nonamefangirl.