My mom is a prostitute, my dad a sex addict, my brother and I are...?
*Two Months Later*
"Can I please get my Grande passion iced tea? I'm kinda in a hurry." I said bluntly.
The clerk, or whoever was running this dump, was very slow at making my drink. This is just to amusing to him. Yeah, Starbucks Guy was pretty gorgeous but not as gorgeous as...HIM. Do I dare speak his name? you know who I'm talking about.
Starbucks Guy handed me my Grande and smiled at me. "Here you go, sweetheart." My heart skipped a beep because I seriously thought that his teeth sparked when the sunlight hit it. I smirked and paid him the bills. I smirked again and I turned around to see a pack of Preps glaring at me.
"If you got something to say to me, say it right now so I won't laugh later." I put one hand on my hip. Some of them flipped their and the one on the front put her hand on her hip. She had very vibrant red hair. Must be dyed, I thought.
"Well, I am certainly not going to fight a preggo, when she hardly can see her own feet." Redhead smirked. Oh, Bitch, you just didn't.
"I am certainly NOT offended by you fake redhead when I can get laid before you. I can actually see my feet too." I smiled.
"I use protection." She said.
"So, that means you have a dick?" I laughed/smirked. Starbucks Guy laughed out loud behind me. I ignored him and made my way around her. Yeah, I am a bitch. It covered up...I hate saying it...it covered up the depression. I walked out of Starbucks and walked to the bus stop. Yeah, I still had no transportation but, hey, it's a city bus. It's a vehicle that runs on fuel, no matter how much I'm against. Yeah, call me a tree hugger, I don't care.
Leaving my bitchiness at Starbucks, I waited at the city bus stop with a grim plastered on my face. I saw the bus come around then I a car honked at my left. I looked. Starbucks Guy. He rolled down the window and gestured for me to go over to him. I felt my insides say this was a bad idea and it was pity to have some guy want me. I was that desperate. But hey, you can't ignore that the person you love so much left you, pregnant at that, to go to another girl. I needed somebody to WANT me. Whoever. I just wanted that feeling again.
So, I walked over there. I plastered a grin on my face. I kneeled down to eye level and grinned.
"What do you want?" I knew what the answer was. Me.
"Do you need a ride? My assistant took over those bitches and I figured you needed a ride when I saw you walking here." He smiled. Yeah, Starbucks Guy was gorgeous, again I have to say. He had the strangest color of black and brown hair. It's like, he had some natural highlights. I smiled and nodded. I opened the door and got onto his black leather seat. This was a luxury car, I thought. This is how Starbucks Guy rolled. Even though he works at Starbucks, no offense.
I told him where I lived. We talked about normal things. He was going to a senior this year at Golden View Academy. I told him I was going to be a sophomore. He was startled at first and he thought I was a Junior. He didn't question about my pregnancy yet, weird. Maybe he was respecting me and not being nosey like jerk-of-a-guys are.
"So, why are you not asking how I got pregnant at a young age?" I asked bluntly. It didn't really bother me anymore of what people thinking of me, a fifteen year old soon-to-be-mother, anymore.
"Well, it's like a stereotype. You had sex for the first time and then you get knocked up." He closed his mouth and then added, "My mother always told me not to ask how ladies got pregnant. It's either, 'We got married and thought we start a family' or 'Oops, we didn't use a condom, I wasn't on the pill, it was an accident, I was drunk' blah blah blah. No offense."
"It doesn't matter. Yeah, um, the first one you said. Except, I don't know who the guy is." I chuckled unemotionally.
"Now THAT'S like something written in the book." He smiled. He was very amusing, aside his weird comments.
"I guess you could put it that way. It would've been worse if I was drunk." I shrugged and looked out the window. Tension rose and I was glad that Starbucks Guy turned up the music. 'Turnin Me On' by Keri Hilson was playing. My window suddenly rolled down and all around the car the windows were open. I looked back at Starbucks Guy and his smile made me stop breathing.
"What is your name? I just know you as Starbucks Guy." I smiled, one of my rare smiles that was only for HIM. A month ago, I found out I had a special smile for HIM. I thought of him and it made me smile, one I never knew of.