The Bad Boy • Jonah Marais

Chapter Eight

Jonah smirks, "Wow right to the point, no small talk first?" I knew he was just trying to annoy me and it was working. He goes over to a booth and sits down waiting for me to sit with him. I go over and sit waiting for him to answer my question. "I really like this place, been going here since I was a kid with my parents." He smiles looking around. "Place really hasn't changed."

"Are you messing with me right now?" I asked him. "Look, just tell me why I'm here so I can be on my way."

Jonah takes a deep breath. "You'll soon figure it out." He smirked and then picked up a menu over his face. "Do you want anything? It's all on me today."

I did have something I wanted but I wasn't gonna make him pay. Yes he is an asshole, but I have morals. "No I'm fine." I said to him.

Jonah shakes his head and gets up and walks over to the counter to order whatever. I sit back and look at my phone, nothing. Man my life was boring.

Couple minutes later, Jonah comes back with two drinks in his hand. "One mochaccino with almond milk, chocolate drizzle, and a shot of raspberry." He places the drink next to me and sits down. "And one cappuccino with almond milk, chocolate and caramel drizzle, with a shot of raspberry for me." He sips his drink happily.

I sat up and sipped my coffee, it was already stirred and made just how I liked it. "How did you know?"

Jonah smirked, "I've done my research."

"Uhh creepy." I sipped my coffee like tea.

He chuckled, "No it's not like that." He shook his head and for a moment, I let myself sink into this moment. It felt carefree and it was like Jonah and I were on a real date. "We've crossed paths here quite a bit. I remember you'd come in here with your parents like all the time and so would I." He smiled and looked at the booth on the other side of us. "You used to sit at that booth over there and have a good time. Then middle school came around, you, Tate, and Johnson would hang out at that same booth." He says. A smile grew on my face, it seemed like Jonah was a silent admirer, just that quiet guy in the coffee shop you wanna talk to but don't because you don't know what's going on in they're mind. "Then the summer before ninth grade, you were concocting your perfect drink and ended up with this." He motions to my cappuccino.

I take another sip, "Stalker much?"

Jonah chuckled again and shook his head, "No."

"Then why do you know so much about me?" I cocked my head to the side mocking him. He turns to me and debates on letting himself tell me. "Come on, I won't tell anyone."

His jaw tightens, "This was kind of my safe place, away from it all. The owner was like a mom to me, I just always ended up here." He shrugged.

I nodded, "I see." For some reason, I didn't feel awkward at all. I felt completely comfortable talking to Jonah just drinking our coffee together. Even more comfortable than Kenny.