healing perfection l.h.

Chapter 1

Sophie's POV

~

"Calum," I groaned. He was laying, sleeping, next to me. And no, nothing went on last night. My best friend just can't handle sleeping on the couch. Welcome to my life.

"Morning Soph," Calum mumbled. I couldn't help but glance at his shirtless chest. I would never think of Calum in that way, but I do understand why girls go crazy over him.

"What time is it Cal?" I asked, pushing my dirty blonde locks out of my face and picking at a thread on my t-shirt.

"Uh, nine."

"WHAT?" I screamed. "Calum I'm late to work!" I work at Starbucks five days a week. But after today, I sure hope I still work there.

"Bye Sophia!" Cal called as I rushed out the door of the house, pulling my pink blazer off the hanger and slipping on my gray buttoned Uggs.

"Don't call me that!" I yelled and slipped into my beloved pick up truck. I was upset I couldn't pick up coffee on the way. Oh wait- I work at Starbucks!

I called my dad, who had left for work, and told him I loved him and all that. Then I blasted the radio. She Looks So Perfect started playing.

"...And I know now, that I'm so down! Her lip stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed..." I sang my favorite song soulfully. One problem. Who the hell is this song by!!

I decided to call Ashton and ask.

"Ash!" I said cheerfully as my friend's gruff voice greeted me on the phone.

"Hey Sophie!"

Ashton and I used to date, but it's all history now. Him, Calum, and I are all pretty tight.

"Who sings She Looks So Perfect?" I asked.

"I can tell you who plays the drums. Hell I wish the lucky stars every night I knew who sang it," Ash muttered. Or something like that, he seemed so distant.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Never mind Soph, I got to go." And with that, the line went dead. That was weird!

I arrived at Starbucks and sprinted in the double doors.

"MARLEE!" I screamed, calling to my co-worker.

"SOPH!" she yelled back. Customers stared, but this is Marlee and I's relationship. Suck it up.

I admired my gorgeous friend smiling at me as she worked the front desk. Marlee Rae Hopkins is a whole hearted beach girl. Her long, wavy locks cascaded flawlessly all the way to her butt. It's hard to describe Marlee's hair, because she is technically a brunette but her hair is so sun-kissed from visiting her hometown, San Diego, that it gives her perfect strands of blonde waves throughout her head.

All Starbucks workers are required to wear a uniform - but Marlee is somehow an exception. She wore a loose crop too that said "mocha" with a cute pic of a Starbucks logo and mocha frappe. Our boss, Augusto, allows her to wear her own outfits to work but they have to be Starbucks related.

"Where's Aug?" I whispered to her as I strapped my green Starbucks apron on.

"He's been in the back for a while. Won't even know you're late," Marlee said, winking her winged hazel eye.

"Thanks Mar!" I said, and blew her a kiss.

Three hours later it had been a successful day and work so far. Marlee had been passing me orders like crazy, and I had been making coffee on full throttle.

"Sophie can you work the register for a little before lunch break?" Reagan, another fellow worker asked me. Reagan was a shy but adorable sixteen year old, curly haired ginger. I loved her, but she was a year younger so I never was as close with her as Marlee.

"Sure thing Reag!" I replied. Time to work the register. Turn up!

"Yeah Reagan let's make some drinks!" Mar exclaimed, high-fiving Reagan. I'm a loner imma loner.

The bell on the door rang and a young customer walked in wearing a dark jacket, jeans, Vans and a beanie, head held low.

He approached me and looked up. He was probably about my age and has blonde hair that was sloppy but sophisticated at the same time.

His blue eyes were the most dazzling thing about him. They were nothing too special, but something about then made me want to know more.

"Can I have a venti salted caramel latte please?" he asked shyly and quietly, making eye contact for a split second and then looking down.

"Sure thing!" I said, and told Reagan the order.

"That will be three dollars and forty five cents," I told the boy and handed him his drink. Our fingers touched, and he flinched while I shivered.

"S-sorry," he grumbled, slapped the money down on the counter and left.

I kept thinking about him throughout the whole day. I didn't even know him, but I just wanted to give him a hug. He seemed so lonely and hurt. I'm a good people-reader, and I wanted another chapter of this blue eyed boy.