The King Of Me

Good Fucking Morning

"That'll be eight dollars and thirty-seven cents." I stated.

"Oh... Okay." The lady customer with glasses responded. She seemed a little scared. Though, I wouldn't blame her. My taste in style isn't excatly in the norm. I tend to have a sort of frightening look, I guess. With the piercings and tattoos, it's kind of hard not to notice them.

The woman gave me her money and sat down at a table far from me, waiting for her frilly ass drink, while trying her hardest to avoid eye contact with me. At times like this, I wish I looked 'normal'. But then again, after she dumped me, I haven't been feeling up to it lately, well, up to anything, really.

I checked my phone for the time. 19:33. Twenty-seven more minutes, and I'm out of this shit hole. I was so relieved to be able to be home in my own apartment and just sleep. I checked my phone again as one of the other baristas called out for that lady's shitty drink. 19:34. Seriously? Time was going by too slow.

I decided to go to the bathroom, hoping to kill some time when a young man with freckles sprinkled across his tanned sunkissed skin walks in and up to the register, presumably thinking about what to order. He had dark silky midnight sky-like hair. His eyes were a beautiful golden brown that glistened under the florescent lights. He wore a blue t-shirt matched with some dark jeans and dark rectangular glasses. He was carrying a laptop bag and some books, looked like college books. College boy, huh? I looked back at his face and noticed he was watching me.

I felt my face get hot. "Uh... Hi, um, w-what can I get you?" I stamnered. Fuck.

He tried covering his chuckle. It didn't work. "Yeah, hi. I would like one medium coffee, please."

"That's it? Just one medium coffee? Any additions?" I questioned.

"Oh, no. I don't like any of that 'frilly' stuff. Just one medium coffee, black . Please and thank you." He emphasised on the word, 'frilly'.

"You go it. That'll be two dollars and forty-five cents." I stated as I opened up the register.

"Okay. Here you go." He said, handing me his money.

"Your coffee will be ready in a bit."

"Oh okay. Hey," he said looking at me, "can I tell you a joke?"

I was a bit surprised, but I also kind of wanted to know. "Sure."

"What did the caramel macchiato say on its twenty-first birthday?"

"Hmm... I have no idea, what?"

"Shots are on me!" He laughed.

I stood there for about a minute before I got it and started laughing until my sides began to hurt. After a while I came down from my laughing high and sighed.

"You have a nice smile... Jean." He said squinting at my name tag.

I was speechless, he just complimented me. I didn't know what to say, so instead I stood there, dumbfounded, nodding. He chuckled.

The other barista called out for a medium black coffee and the young man turned to walk towards the other counter, but froze and looked at me.

"The name's Marco, by the way." He said smiling away as he walked over to get his coffee.

"Oh..uh... Thank y-you..." I mumbled.

Marco walked off and sat at a table near me. He made sure he could maintain eye contact with me if needed be.

I checked my phone. 20:16. Wow, I was supposed to get off sixteen minutes ago. I was so entranced by this boy, this perfect freckled boy, that I forgot I was supposed to be off by now.

"Hey, boss! I'm clocking out now, see ya tomorrow!" I yelled to my boss.

I needed to get home. I was still thinking about Marco by the time I got home. I was still thinking about Marco by the time I hopped in the shower. I was still thinking about Marco by the time I got into bed. Marco was all that I dreamt about that night.

I needed to see him again.

*****

The next day I got to work excited to see him again, but then remembered that he wouldn't come 'till later. I was feeling a bit bummed and decided I would take my first break a little early and eat breakfast.

"Hey, boss, I'm gonna take my first break now, I didn't eat this morning, is that okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine, Jean." My boss said.

I grabbed a muffin and sat in one of the booth tables. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up. It was her. My ex. Mikasa Ackerman.

"Hey, Jean, can I sit?" She asked.

"Uh..sure." I replied.

"So, how've you been."

"Um, good. Good. You?"

"Oh, same old, same old."

"Oh, cool, I guess."

"Look, I was a total bitch when I dumped you and I take it all back, so, wanna get back together?" She questioned, holding my hands.

What?

"What?" I said, dumbfounded. Just then, the shop's bell rang, indicating someone walking in. I looked over and saw the beautiful freckled boy again. Almost immediately he saw me and flashed me that beautiful smile of his. Then he saw Mikasa. Then he saw her holding my hands. I could swear I saw him frown a bit.

"..ean. Jean!" Mikasa called, snapping my attention back to her.

"What?"

"I said, do you want to get back together?"

"What..uh... What?" I said, frantically looking around for something to save me. Nothing. Fuck.

"I mean it's not like you're dating anyone, right now. So, let's do it."

I was fucked. I didn't know what to do. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up. It was Marco this time.

"Hey babe." He said cheerfully. He hugged me, and whispered something in my ear. "Just go with it for a bit."

I was in shock. What is happening?

"So, you said my place tonight, right?"

"I... Uh..yeah. Sure." I said, not really understanding the situation.

"Okay, cool. So, tonight then." He confirmed, and within seconds Marco's lips were on mine, and he was kissing me. I was in so much shock that my eyes were still open. I looked at Marco, who was still kissing me, and saw that he was eyeing Mikasa. Almost like he was claiming his property. His property. Me. I was his property?

After a few more seconds, he departed his lips, smiled at the both of us, and went back to his table to study.

"Oh..." Was all that Mikasa could say.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm just... I'm just gonna go, then."

"Oh, okay, later."

After she left, Marco appeared on the other side of my booth, smiling.

"Sorry, but I saw that you were kind of in a bind."

"Oh, no. Thanks." I thanked him.

"So, my place, right?"

What?

"I'm sorry, what?"

"My place, you agreed, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, bu-"

"Then, here's my number and my address, see you tonight." He said as he walked off, grabbing his stuff and leaving the shop.

What just happened?