New Year's Death Wish

Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome

The interaction with Kace left me minorly stunned, seriously annoyed. I couldn't help but wonder if that whole interaction was a ploy to get me thinking about Nate again. Well, I can't deny that I still think about him, but not good things.

I must have been staring a hole in my journal because with a flash of color Georgia, the woman who owns the coffeeshop, hauled around the counter to yank it out of my hands. "Now you better not be thinking about this boy again, missy. Unless it was Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome that came in earlier."

She inspected the contents of my journal, meaning not one, but two people other than myself have the knowledge of what goes on in my brain. That's not okay with me. One is enough. One is too many.

Still I was tense as she pursed her lips and raised an one of her perfectly drawn, black eyebrows. "Creative. This I can be okay with. Only if you follow through."

My shoulders were still tense as she tapped on the page. Once she held the book out for me to take, I quickly wrapped up the leather tassel that held it together and shoved it in my backpack. No one else was going to rip it from my hands. At least not today.

"Well as you called him, Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome, or I prefer, Mr. Needs-To-Learn-Basic-Manners, is Nate's best friend. I think it's impossible for me to have googly eyes for anyone that reminds me of that doofus." I leaned back in my seat and rolled my eyes.

Georgia took my coffee mug and started wagging it around her face. "Hey now, honey. You can't blame someone for who they have the misfortune of being friends with. You never know their story until they tell it. As someone who spends most of her time observing people, you should know that by now."

The words stung, or maybe it was the way they made me bite my lip so hard that my lip stung. I simply didn't want to admit she was probably right. Either way, I don't even see anyone in his friend group more than maybe once a month by chance.

"Yeah, yeah. I should be less judgmental of people." I knew that's all she was trying to say. Not even just for Nate or Kace, but she doesn't remember how this feels.

"You listen to those words, missy," she said.

I just nodded. I knew I would listen to her words. I just didn't think they necessarily applied in this situation.

Before I could give it more thought, my phone buzzed on the table loudly, making a few people around me turn their heads. It was Callie. Oh boy.

Callie is the one other person who has every really ventured through my brain via my journal. However, I actually allowed her to. Sort of. She bugged me non-stop about what I wrote in my journal so I wrote a fluff page and let her read it.

Callie: I need a wing-woman tonight.

Uh, I was not mentally qualified to do this.

Me: Why me?

Out of everyone she knew, I was probably the least qualified to be a wing-woman. I mean, I wasn't a socially awkward person, but I also wasn't the most amazing conservationist either. Callie had plenty of better people to help her impress some poor guy who was going to get smothered whether she had a wing-woman or not.

Callie: I'm trying to get a special guy's attention. I think you're the one for the job.

Me: That didn't answer my question... 

I didn't have the motivation to deal with more guys after the encounter with Mr. Tall-Dark-And-Handsome, but Callie doesn't often leave much room for options.

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I'm really excited to see where this story goes! :)) Hope you enjoyed!

Also, I'm sorry for any bad grammar or anything, this has only been edited for content so far.