Soda Pop

Chapter 4- The Meeting

I sit in the brew on 3rd Street. I already bought my coffee, even though he told me he would buy.

The clock strikes 5, and a boy my age walks in. This can't possibly be Brett. The first thing I notice are his starch white converse. Which, by the way, completely compliment his dark blue plaid shirt and jeans. All of his clothing is nicely ironed, and he looks sharp. He not only has style, but his face is just as attractive. He has shaggy dark brown hair that curls slightly around his ears. He looks around, his gorgeous lucid blue eyes passing over me before finally resting on me. He gives me a lopsided goofy smile.

I give him a flirty smile and wave. There's no way this is Brett. He's too... attractive. But while I have his attention, maybe I can get him to buy me a blueberry muffin. I quickly look at my reflection in the spoon I used to stir my coffee. Lipstick looks good, outfit looks good. I then proceed to look up, and see him standing right in front of me. I jump a little, standing up and nearly falling over in my new designer shoes I got earlier that summer. They went fabulously well with the super cute Armoni romper I bought on my vacation in Moracco.

"Hi, I'm Casey," I extend my hand, and he shakes it.

"Wow, you have a nice grip. I'm Brett, in case you didn't know," He smiles, and my heart flutters a little bit. So this is Brett. I expected him to be... nerdier?

"Uh, thanks. You too," I stutter. Brett is really cute. And I don't mean, his hair sits just the right way cute. I mean cute cute.

Did I seriously just admit that? I have a boyfriend. Bad Casey. I scold myself.

"Yep, that's me. What school did you say you went to?" He says, sitting down.

"Crumberlin. How about you?"

"I am a freshman at Penn State. I see you already bought coffee without me."

I shrug apologetically. But in the back of my mind I can't help thinking: ooh, a college boy.

Stop it Casey! You have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who loves and cares about you. Think about other things. Like... His college!

Pennsylvania State is a really good college. It isn't too far from here, either. Only a half hour or so drive...

"Casey?"

"Hmm? Yeah sorry." I snap back to reality.

"Are you okay?" Brett asks me, his baby blue blue eyes blanketed with concern.

"Yeah, sorry. I just have a lot to think about," I take a long drink of my coffee, looking out the window at the people walking by.

"It's fine, I understand. You are only a couple of days into the semester, and you have grades to think about. College is at the back of your mind. I totally understand." He smiles and nods.

"So, you are asking $1000 a month?" I ask, steering back on track.

"Yeah, seems like a fair price for what you are asking me to do."

"Sounds reasonable to me," I smile.

"I think it is most definitely a reasonable price. I mean, you go to a school for rich, smart kids who are all cheating their way through high school on their parents moo-lah. I'm sure the average ACT for most kids at your school averages out at a 17."

Harsh.

"Fine. You have got yourself a deal," I say, leaning back in my chair, crossing my arms.

"So, when do we start?"

"How about tomorrow. Here. 5 o'clock?" He says, taking a mini calendar out if his bag.

No way. He actually carries around a calendar? Why is that weirdly hot to me? Stop it Casey!Feeling a little left out, I punch it into my phone calandar.

"Alright. I must go. I have a language arts paper due in exactly 9 days," Brett says, shaking my hand.

"But that's not for another week and a half. I thought we could go over my curriculum for senior year." I say, following him to the door.

"Sorry, I need three days to write the paper, two days to edit, two days to rewrite it, two days to type it, one day to proofread the final draft, and then print. But I'm cut on time because I agreed to play in a video game tournament to benefit kids with Leukemia," He apologizes, shrugging his shoulders.

"Why can't you just stay for one half hour more?" I whine, following him out the door.

"Sorry, Casey, but duty calls." And with that, he gives me a salute and walks off towards his car.

This kid seriously needs help. Or maybe I'm the one who needs help right now.

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Attached picture is the cute little coffee house they are at. Not my pic, but it does exist in real life.

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