Coffee Boy

Chapter 2

"Cole. We need to talk." I sit across from him.
"Did we really need to come to Starbucks to discuss this?" Cole looks disgusted.
"Oh I'm sorry, didn't realize I was hurting your rep." I lean back in my seat, arms crossed.
"Beverly that's not what I meant," Cole said. "Anyway, what is it?"
"Are you just going to pretend this isn't happening?" My voice rises. "Because it very well is Cole!"
"Beverly I told you I didn't want to be involved." Cole rolls his eyes.
"You're the one who got me into this! You truly believe you're not going to be involved?" I can feel people staring.
"People are staring," Cole says. His tone is low, yet angry.
"I can't believe you!" I shout, and storm out of Starbucks.
Cole calls after me, but I ignore him, I ignore everything.
I walk home, leaving my car at Starbucks. I need time to think. No, don't think, just go.
I walk in auto pilot mode, fast and automatic. There's no thinking, I know where to go and how I want to get there.
I turn to cross a street, without looking. I suddenly hear a honk and screech of tires stopping. I jump and see that a car nearly hit me.
The driver gets out of the car, and there stands Grayson.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I say.
"You're fine right?" Grayson has a look of panic on his face.
"I'm totally fine, are you?" I ask. Grayson blows off the question.
"You shouldn't stress, it's bad for the baby."
"Huh?" I say. Grayson looks down at my stomach. "Oh, right."
"Hey let me drive you home." Grayson pulls open the passenger door.
"Well that's going against everything I've learned since I  was a kid, but I guess." I smile, as Grayson giggles.
I get into his truck, taking in the smell of deodorant and grass.
"This is such stranger danger," I say. I look over at Grayson and he looks serious.
"Well I'd love to get to know you." Grayson smiles a little. I look forward, and hide my flushing cheeks.
The whole way to my house consisted of us getting to know each other and me giving directions.

"I want to see you soon, Beverly," Grayson says. I smile. "Tomorrow I'm going to pick you up at seven. We'll go to dinner and coffee, and I will get you home by your curfew."
"O-Okay." I turn away grinning.
"I like your smile." And with that, Grayson drives off.
I go inside, all smiley and stuff. Mom is sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.
"Hey honey! How are you?" She gets up and hugs me. "And how's my soon to be grand baby?" When I told Mom about the baby, she was so supportive. I'm guessing because she had me at a younger age too, twenty three.
"Hey Mom." I sit at the table, and sigh happily.
"Looks like someone's over Cole," Mom says.
"Oh Mom he's so sweet!" I say happily.
"What's his name, hon?" Mom is such a teenager sometimes.
"Grayson."
"Well I'm glad you seem to be moving on," Mom says.
"He's new, and was so nice to me when Cole dumped me." Thinking about it made me happy. Happy, happy, happy. Very happy.
"Baby, I'm so happy for you." Mom kisses me on the cheek before going upstairs.
What's great about Mary Margaret Jones is that she is so understanding. She knew it was an accident, she knew it was not intended. She knows I'm a good child.
At eight I finally snap out of my daze and go take a shower. I sit in there, burning in the boiling water. My tense shoulders relax, and I can take a deep breath.
This is all happening so fast. The baby, Cole, Grayson, my date tomorrow. But I couldn't be happier. Except for the Cole and baby part. But Grayson is the happy part.

"We have to go shopping." Jenna says. I took to our nightly calls to tell her about my date.
"Alright, lets go to the mall tomorrow."
"Is one okay? I have a doctors appointment." Jenna sighs through the phone.
"Ick. One is good, see you then." I hang up and lean back on my pillow.

"This one is so cute!" I say, holding the pink sparkly top up to me.
"Girl, we don't want to look like a pregnant stripper now do we?" Jenna laughs.
"Haha." I roll my eyes, and hang the shirt back up.
"How about this?" Jenna hands me a navy blue Maxi dress, with tan crocheted detailing in the front.
"So cute!" I hold it up to myself and smile. "This is the one."
"Oh! You can borrow my new wedges that are too big on me!" Jenna says.
"Why would I want shoes that are too big?" I ask, because Jenna and I are the same size.
"Your feet are so swollen." Jenna points out. I look down and she's right. They're huge.
"Maybe I should just wear my white flats." I imagine myself falling in the heels.
"Yikes. Probably a good idea." Jenna and I laugh.