Faith

Three cups of coffee

"I'm sorry but it's over" he said. He left the door ajar and leaves as he breaks my heart into pieces.

"Aaron please." I whispered. Tears coming out eventually

*end of flashback*

We walked to a nearby coffee shop. Being around Tyler was weird? He kept walking, but he was behind and kept me at the front. I could feel his eyes burning through my back and my instincts told me to look back at him. Dammit.

"If you find this uncomfortable, I'm totally checking you out."

After he saw my face a smirk grew in his. He could tell I was red as wine. I gulped and looked ahead. No looking back at all.

After a while he came next to me, opened the door to the coffee shop. We sat in a corner, a few people were there. Some stared; the others slept. I looked around for a while trying to avoid his dreamy eyes. A few minutes later the waiter came around. It was girl. Lord was she exposed. She looked at Tyler as if she knew him. He probably had a reputation in this part of the town. Barely noticing my existence, asked Tyler what he wanted. His remark was chivalrous.

"Hiya there, what can I get ya?" The waitress flirted. One hand on the table the other on her waist. I can tell she can be a great pole dancer. I'm not kidding. Trust me.

"A coffee for me and the beautiful brunette" Tyler looked at me when he declared the order. How foolish was I that I kept drooling seeing his heart shaped face of his. Wait, what?

The waitress swung her head to look at me. Pure disgust I tell you. Ha bitch, he's mine get over it. Boy was I on fire today. "You sure Ty Ty?" She asked looking back at him. What was he? A dead dog she once had? Sheesh.

"Yes babe, why don't you show that mister your tricks? I bet he'd like that plastic underneath your dress." He winks at her and she walks away anger rising to the ultimate level. I laughed so hard my stomach ached.

TYLER'S POV.

The way she laughed. It was music to my ears. It was the first time I actually made a girl laugh rather than making them flow their crocodile tears. I watched her every move. I knew she'd blush to death when I told her I checked her ass. She's so easy to know. Yet she is hard to open. I kept my elbows on the table and gave my full devoted attention to her.

"Tell me about yourself Faith." I stated calmly. She looked at me for a while and her smile decreased.

"What do you wanna know?" She asked. Debating on what she should say or not. She is a mystery.

"Anything."

She smiled. "My names Faith. I moved from upper east side NY. I study in New Orleans university. And that's pretty much it."

"Really?" I asked. Wondering was she saying half the truth or just enough to make it believable?

"Yes really." She said rather skeptically. Faith looked around, left and right. Trying her hardest to not look into my eyes. The cheap waitress came back with our coffee. Faith looked relieved by the sight of it. I mumbled a thank you and took sip from the mug. It was warm and creamy, perfect during this time of the month.
"Are you single?" I blurted out. She looked at me. By the time I was done taking another sip, one of eyeballs came popping out of her face.
"No."
"Why not?" I watched how her hands were clustered to the coffee mug. As if her life was on that mug.
"Cause I have a wonderful guy in my life." The biggest lie I've ever heard.

FAITH'S P.O.V

Why on earth did I say no? Was it my instinct? Bullshit! My pride took the best of me. But why would Ty ask me that? Oh that nickname. The waitress made sure it's stuck on my head right now. God.
"What's the name of the guy?" Ty asked. He had a different shade of brown in his eyes now.
"Why do you ask?" I questioned him with the same tone he used.
"Because I wish to know who gets to make love to you everyday." A smirk formed in his lips.
WHAT JUST HAPPENED? I swear I've turned red as a tomato by now.
I was surprised. Rather shocked I must say. Words couldn't develop. I was helpless.
"Instead of lying, why don't you just say the truth?" Yup. I'm caught red handed.
Instead of answering his question, I said "How did you get into a fight?"
Tyler didn't answer. His mug was empty by now. So was mine.
"Alright then, If you won't tell me so will I. Lets talk about something else"
Strangely he managed to decrease the tension between us. Tyler asked first:
"Favourite colour?"
"Blue"
"Music genre?"
"Pop"
Coldplay or green day?"
"Coldplay"
"Jeans or dresses?"
"Jeans"
"Me or fake boyfriend?"
"You."
Tyler's smile widened. He kept going on and on. We were on our third cup of coffee.