The Coffee Shop Incident

The Beginning

This is a story about how the badboy met the jock over a spilt coffee, never met before but this one coffee could change their lifes forever.

Prince is just starting to close up the coffee shop after a long day of it being open. Grabbing his free coffee off the counter, turning the lights off and locking the doors, he starts his walk home. As he's walking, the sun setting in the distance, he stops abruptly as he feels someone bashing into his torso, making him spill his hot coffee all over his brand new white shirt.

"Shit!" Prince yells while looking down at his shirt in an angry manner.

"Oh crap!" Elijah almost shrieks as he looks up to see an angry glare on the other boy's face.

"Oh my god i'm actually so sorry I was in a rush and you just came round the corner so quickly and I didn't even see you and-" Elijah barely gets out before Prince starts interrupting him.

"Just shut up already you're pissing me off so much right now." he says glaring at the other boy. "You just got coffee on my shirt that I brought yesterday and you keep going on and on about how you're sorry when you could just leave me alone!" Prince shouts.

"No seriously!" the boy says while waving his hands about to try and prove his point "I didn't see you and i'd feel too bad to just leave you here with hot coffee on your shirt!" Elijah explains quickly, almost too quickly.

Prince was almost shaking in anger trying to stop himself from punching the stupid boy square in the face. Unfortunately however, the boy kept on rambling on and on making Prince angrier. So angry actually, he punched the smaller boy right in the face causing him to scurry off in the opposite direction.

"That's what he gets the bastard, thinking he can get away with staining my new shirt." Prince whispers to himself as he carries on walking home.

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As prince wakes up he remembers the incident that happened yesterday and gets in a bad mood the second he gets out of bed.

'Great, just great." he thinks. "That stupid prick has probably ruined my mood for the rest of the week. At least i'll probably never have to see his ugly face ever again.'

When he arrives downstairs, he sees his mom sitting at the breakfast table.

"Prince! My baby, you look so old and handsome." she exclaims as she gets up from her chair. "It still feels like yesterday when you were this little and still running around in your diaper." she states while marking a height with her hands.

"Why do you still dress so...so gothic you know your dad would've turn this nose up at the way you dress if he was still here!" his mom says.

Prince gets angry at this and says,

"Mom I love you so so much but you know dad loved me and would love me for whoever I become no matter what, he was such a kind man that wouldn't judge a fly." he says angrily. "You know that!"

"Alright, I guess you're right sorry for offending you but I just wish you had more colour in your wardrobe." his mom explains while sorting his jacket out. "Don't you think that would look nice?" his mom tells him.

"Yeah I guess mom but I'm going to have to leave right now if I don't want to be late." Prince explains as he kisses his mom on the cheek and leaves through the front door.

He walks to school everyday as he can't drive and neither can his mom. Also, he only lives 10 minutes away from his school so he doesn't see the point.

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The day goes by quickly, right up until he gets to English class. Halfway through the class the teacher asks Prince to stay behind after class to have a quick chat. He agrees and waits until the class is over to walk to the teacher's desk and throw his legs onto it.

"Prince! Get your legs off my desk and pay attention." his teacher asserts.

"Ugh fine." Prince moans while rolling his eyes and taking his legs off the desk.

"Me and your other teachers were talking and we think for you to succeed in high school and graduate you will need a tutor or you will-" the teacher coughs awkwardly and avert a his eyes to the floor. "-get nowhere in life."

"No. No chance in hell anyone is tutoring me!"

"Well sorry Prince but we think it's in your best interest to have a tutor for the next few months."

"If I agree can I go home?"

"Yes, sure Prince."

"Fine, who will it be then?"

"This lovely boy called Elijah Miller." the teacher says while smiling. "One of the smartest boys in school but also a football player."

"Fine tell him to meet me in the library tomorrow at 4 if you talk to him." Prince announces as he walks out of the classroom.