It All Started at Starbucks

Chapter 2:

"So cold," I shiver as I walked into Starbucks.

Even though I didn't show it, I was in the worst of moods today. Guess why...no... seriously, guess. Yeah, it was that two-timing jerk and the botox queen. Today, apparently they thought it would be humorous to annoy the heck out of me with their mushy-gushy lovey-dovey stuff. Every time I saw one of the them, the other was right there trailing along; flirting, giggling, making-out... I wanted to cry; we use to do that. All day I've been forced to relive our entire relationship as the memories flowed back into my mind. It was torcher. TORCHER! the shattered remains of my frozen heart had been swept away; leaving behind the hallow shell of Claire Fenderman, the dorky/teen aged/ginger-faced girl who was lift by her lover so he could go with another girl. (Awesome plot for a movie right?). But you know what, I wasn't about to let that affect my work performance. This was a place of business, and I wanted to keep it that way. Even if the image of myself falcon kicking them both half way across the flipping school flashed in my mind, I was going to take a deep breath and keep it professional.Professional..right... I could totally do that...

"Hey Claire," Gail cheers. She was behind the counter brewing some coffee. "You want some?" I plaster a fake smile on my face and nod silently. "You okay?" She asks as she pours me a cup of black coffee and handed it to me.

"Nothings wrong," I laugh as I take a gulp, like an idiot. The bitter taste rolls across my tongue as the scorching temperature of the coffee makes my tastse buds scream. "Hot!" I cry as I hold my tongue out and begin to fan it.

"There is something wrong isn't there, tell me." Gail's demands with a harden expression.

"Nothing, I'm--just having some ex-boyfriend issues. Not biggie." As I lie a little part of me dies, and falls into a deep abyss of no return,where babies don't stop crying, and Justin Bieber's "Baby, baby, baby oh Never. Ever. Stops. Playing. (Shivers)

"Want to talk it about it over a tall cool frappe?" Gail offers.

"No," I decline "I've had enough of coffee for one day."

"I'll add extra cream," she persists as she walks over to the frappe machine anyway.

"No thanks,"

"Fine, I'll just get one for myself," Gail says greedily

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Gail sits in the seat across from me and puts on a very serious face. "Okay I'm ready. Tell Auntie Gail what happened." She teases sucking down her chocolate frappe.

"Him and his new girlfriend," I whine.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, How long have you been apart?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe, two weeks?"  I guess as I lay back in my seat.

"You need to move on." She advises as she took another slurp of her coffee.

"I'm trying," I whine, holding my head back. "...but whatever I do he's right there and I can't stop forgetting about him.:

Gail arches one of her nicely manicured eyebrows and leans her elbow on the table. "He doesn't seem like a very good guy if he left you for another girl." She states the obvious.

"I know, but-- he's--" I stutter, not able to find the words to express how crazy I still was for him. It wasn't as easy as waking up the day after being dumped, like a  piece of bad meat, and saying 'I'm over him'. Well--That is what I did...but I didn't actually mean it; I still wanted him back. I was like the puppy who is constantly beaten away by their once kind owner; I always found myself coming back no matter what. I just wanted to be able to kiss those soft, warm, delicious lips again as he embraced me lovingly. I wanted to go with him to the movies and sneak in illegal popcorn to avoid paying those ridiculous prices for snacks. I wanted to share a coffee cake with him, forgetting that he hated coffee, and be scolded by him. I wanted to smell the scent of pine wood that always radiated off of his warm skin. I just...wanted him.