- Café Latte -

- 1 - 'Every day I crave him'

This boy is like none I've ever known. He has this aura about him that leaves me dumbfounded and utterly perplexed. He has some kind of power over me and I wish I knew the reason behind it.

But I don't. And this is the story of the boy who stole my heart, and the boy who can only be described as café creation. This is the story of the boy who broke me and fixed me and used me and forgot me, but loved me so tenderly I sometimes think it might've even been worth it.

This boy... There's no way to describe him - other than he has the skin of a milky latte, the hair of a sweet winter mocha, the eyes of an americano and the heart of both harsh season spices and light delicate sweeteners. The only way to sum up this boy is to say he is my addiction.

This is the story of Noah King... And my stupid self who fell for him.

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Today was the only day of the week that actually gave me the motivation to shuffle out of my warm igloo of cosiness (my bed) and go to school. Wednesdays are the days I have 2 hours of music... With Noah. On Wednesdays I wake up early so I can ensure my makeup is evenly applied and my hair is intricate, but effortless looking. I like to feel confident around him - even if he doesn't even provide me the slightest glance. Now, I know you probably think I'm obsessed, and honestly you're right, but there's just something about him that leaves me craving his presence. Granted I get to see him every day when I hide from the outside world in the security of the music practice rooms every break and lunch, but there's just something about being in the limited GCSE music class of only 8 students that makes me feel like he may actually notice my existence.

I've never been the type to obsess and fantasise over boys because, in all honesty, they're just as human as the rest of us. But I finally understand where every other 15 year old girl is coming from, because every day I crave him. Every time I see him in the corridor, I have physically hold myself down as to not stare at him the entire way. I'll admit there were one or two occasions where I had absent-mindedly followed him around the entire school, and ended up in the completely wrong classroom. Which isn't the most enjoyable experience when there are 30-ish confused faces staring bluntly at you, and you wouldn't be surprised if they were even embarrassed for you as you awkwardly make eye contact with the judgemental teacher.

Every single day I fall into the same routine: Meet with Brooklyn (my best friend) at 8am in the cafeteria for coffee, go to form class at 8:30, attend first period at 9:00, struggle through second period at 10:00 (although it's no struggle on Wednesdays), rush to the music practice room at 11:00 just to receive my essential daily dosage of Noah King, saunter my way to third period at 11:15, escape to Lunch at 12:15, devour my food as quickly as possible in the attempt to make it to music before all the practice rooms are seized by overly-enthusiastic year 7's, usually make it to music at around 12:40, savour every second of the 20 minutes I spend in the same room as the dark horse himself (20 minutes is 1200 seconds so that's a decent amount of seconds to savour), reluctantly make my way to fourth period at 1:00, most likely fall asleep through period five at 2:00, and at 3:00 we are set free.

Each day is difficult for it's own reasons, but just that boost of adrenaline and serotonin that I get after music is enough to make the rest of the day liveable.

I would be lying to say that I haven't thought about this boy every night before I slept for about 6 months now - and I can't tell anyone about this because it would just sound creepy (I wonder why...). I wish I could confide in Brooklyn about my ongoing intense crush, but unfortunately she has had her own experiences with Noah King that would make her less that appropriate to talk about this situation with.

As much as Brook's experience with Noah was unpleasant to say the least, and really damaged her self esteem, I can't stay away from him. I know he hurt her and used her and threw her away, but there's something disturbingly sexy about his arrogance. And the worst part is, I'm jealous of Brook. I'm jealous of the way she so easily slipped into his cornered off life and took a front row seat. I'm even jealous of her pain. And that's because I know deep down, that when she looks back at her relationship with Noah - the passion and tenderness he showered her with every moment he spent in her presence makes all the agony worthwhile. The look in his deep caramel eyes, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world, was more than one could ever describe in mere words. The look of pure devotion in his eyes proved his true love for her. It was a gaze that was impossible to fake - proof that his love for her was more genuine than those 3 scripted words that could spout from anyone's mouth in false deception. He truly cared about her.

Until his interest and affection turned elsewhere.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ^-^ xxx

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