Be Mine

Chapter-1

I was walking through the streets, looking for my boyfriend when I heard a giggle that sounded suspiciously like my best friend's. But wasn't Paris supposed to be at our apartment watching a movie? Well, she might've changed her mind.

I walked into the alley when I saw my best friend and my boyfriend wrapped up in each other's arms, sucking each other's faces off. I almost tripped and yelped which brought their attention to me. Paris gasped, tears immediately filling up her beautiful, crystal blue eyes. Theo's grey one's widened in panic when he saw me. He immediately put Paris down, getting his hands out of her pretty blonde hair.

Pretty people. They were both pretty people. They belonged together but the sting of their betrayal hurt like a bitch. The worst part of it was that however sad they looked, there wasn't an ounce of guilt on their faces. They just stood there, fearful of what I'd do.

What would I do? Hit them? Obviously not. Scream? I wasn't that stupid. Run? Yes. I would run. Run and never look back at their faces ever again. So, I looked at them tears streaming down my face and backed away before turning and running away to the first place I could think of. The University Cafeteria.

I ran till my feet ached. I wasn't an exercise person. In fact, the only physical activity I ever did was climb the stairs at college and at the dorm to get to my room. I ran till their voices faded away. I ran not seeing where I was going, my eyes filling up with tears as soon as the previous ones dropped.

I ran into the cafeteria only to stumble and fall over my own feet. Oops, clumsy me. I saw a figure in front of me, bent over to look at me I guess.

I looked at him through my tear filled eyes. Sharp eyes, a straight nose and a prominent jawline made up his face. He was lean but I could see hints of his abs through his thin tee. His brows were furrowed in worry as he helped me up.

"I-I'm so sorry." I apologised my voice cracking a bit. I couldn't look him the eye. He was beautiful and I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage, telling me to forget about my heartbreak and talk to the handsome stranger in front of me.

"It's alright. Do you need anything else?" He asked in a soft, angelic voice. Gods, even his voice was beautiful.

"I'm Kaden Olivers. I live in the Uni dorms. If you need anything, I can take you back there." He said, never letting go of my hand. I finally mustered the courage to look him the eye. He had beautiful green eyes. Like the colour of freshly mown grass with kindness and affection pouring out from them.

"I-I'm fine. B-but thank you so much for caring." I said, letting go of his hand and dusting my jeans off. "Hi. I'm Alisa Payton." I said smiling through the tears, my body finally responding to my brain.

He smiled at me and my heart nearly died from the beauty of it. He was beautiful and in that moment I believed in love at first sight.

"Coffee?" He asked, not asking me if anything was wrong. And I was grateful for that. I didn't need anybody pitying me or getting in my business and try advise me. I knew what I was doing, thank you.

"Sure." I said, smiling and blinking away my tears. His hand reached towards my face and wiped them off.

"Those tears are not meant to be wasted, princess." He said softly, emotions whirling around in his eyes. I blushed at his slight gesture and sat down at the nearest table with him following suit.

"What would you like to have, Alisa?" He asked as he flipped through the menu. I could see some debate going on in his mind before his eyes twinkled as he decided on what to order.

"So?" He asked again, breaking me out of my dream like observational state.

"A vanilla latte with whipped cream, thanks." I replied, my voice slightly husky due to my crying episode earlier. Was it wrong to not be hurt anymore? Was it okay to be calmed by this boy's presence? I literally just saw my boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend. What the fuck was wrong with me?

He yelled out our order at the cashier who seemed to know him pretty well. A minute of silence later, our order arrived. His espresso con panna and my latte. Such different tastes.

We didn't talk about anything else. He probably sensed that I just needed someone to care and not just fire questions at me. I could see he was curious but he just smiled and stirred his shot before drinking it slowly, sip by sip. Once, we finished drinking the coffee, he paid. Well, I'm not a completely manner less person. I objected, of course, wanting to split the bill but he paid for it nonetheless.

I watched him leave, still sitting at our table. He walked right out that door, taking my peace and comfort with him. I stared at our cups, now empty and cold. I felt myself tear up again, my mind now replaying the horrifying scene. I sat there for God knows how long before it finally fell dark and I went back to my dorms to crash in my bed to at least get a good sleep.

It was a blessing that my roommate was away because I knew she would ask so many questions. I switched the lights off, threw my dead phone across the room and slipped under the comforters just wanting a good, peaceful sleep.

A/N: I've got a good amount of chapters coming up to keep anyone (if they are reading this, which I don't really think anyone is) busy.