It All Started at Starbucks

Prologue:

My boyfriend broke up with me. To be perfectly honest I couldn't care less--nope I don't care at all. Even if he left me for Kira Jordan, the school's cheer leading captain, and more over my arch nemesis. After a small little incident with a box of apple juice in the third grade she's been pretty much determined to ruin my life. Hence this is the reason she took it upon herself to steal my boyfriend.

When I found out about their little "relationship" I wasn't the nicest or the most humble broken-hearted teenaged girl; and I may or may have not thrown everything that he'd even owned me into a blazing inferno or I might have drawn a sharpie mustache on every one of her homecoming queen photos. But it's whatever. I'm totally over it, I don't even care anymore. It's not like I constantly think about how he took my fragile heart and crushed it with a sledge hammer of false hope and betrayal...As I said before, I'm totally over it. Completely.

Anyway, since I have plenty of free time, due to the lack of random texts sent to me by the the man-that-shall-not-be-named I decided to get a part-time job at Starbucks. I mean why not Starbucks; It smells nice, the pay is sweet, I can sneak a few sips once or twice a day (Why pay for a 4 dollar small hot chocolate), and the best reason of all is...he hates coffee. Everything about coffee makes him sick to his stomach; the smell; the taste, the look; when I say everything; I mean everything. That means that school is the only time I have to be within a 5 kilometer radius of that brown-haired, wolf-tooth, sly-smiling, gray-eyed son-of-a-hamburger. Actually, no, I take that back. His mother is actually a very nice woman; but her son is still a jerk.

Anyway like I said I'm totally over him. Totally.