I topped my dead boyfriend

))Chapter 1((

It was 12:00 pm on a cold Wednesday afternoon. Kennedy pulled her oversized jumper over her head before stepping outside and throwing her bag over her shoulder and stepping out of her little cottage looking house that she lived in with her father and brother. She sighed as she began walking to the local coffee shop. She walked with her hands in her pockets, picking at her fingers as usual with her music playing softly through her earphones. She was currently listening to 'When love goes wrong' by Marilyn Monroe. One of her personal favourite songs.

"What size would you like that sir?" Steven asked an elderly man over the counter of the Starbucks he worked in. the old man muttered to his granddaughter who responded with a quiet, "grande" before returning to her social media, with her hand on her hip. "Grande," repeated the man. Steven started to write down the order while listening to the pair's conversation. "you don't need to repeat yourself, grandpa, you're such a mouldy, old, sad sandwich of a human." Steven looked up at the man with pity and saw that he was trying to hold back from crying. "and a name?" he asked reluctantly "Vanessa." He looked back down and wrote the rest of the order. "Vanessa, order for Vanessa." Steven called cockily. the grandpa limped back over with a smile and took the drink from Steven. "have a great day sir." what the grandpa didn't know is that written on the side of the cup was a nice big, "respect your grandpa you mouldy, old, sad bitch of a human." Steven walked away giddily and greeted his next customer, a girl with wavy blonde hair.

Kennedy took out her earphones before looking up at the boy with a smile. "Hello," She greeted before looking up at the menu. She thought for a moment before looked back at the boy. "C-could I please order a... small Mocha?" She asked with a shy smile, still fidgeting with her hands as she looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings carefully. The boy looked familiar but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. Was he an actor? No. Maybe school? That had to be it. Unless he was a time traveller for the 1950's but she highly doubted that a time traveller would be working at a Starbucks in Ohio. Kennedy took her money out of her pocket and fiddled with it instead of her fingers.

Steven started to write down the girls order and realized he didn't have her name. He knew she was a shy girl and stuttered a little, he got like that too sometimes. So rather than making things awkward for her and asking her name, he decided to do it the easy way. 'i didn't tell him my name,' Kennedy thought to her self, or so she thought, 'He probably thinks I'm an idiot.' her thoughts were racing at a million miles per hour. Steven finished the order with her name and sent it off to the barista. When the mocha was finished Steven looked at Kennedy and gestured with his finger for her to come over. He knew because of his cogitokinesis that she was about to ask him how he knew her name, and just like clockwork. "t- thanks, um... how did you know my name?" "school," lied Steven. Kennedy walked away with a shy wave in Steven's direction. he waved back and returned to work.

Kennedy sat down at a booth in the corner of the small shop. Her thoughts where confirmed, she knew him from school. The thing that surprised her the most was that he actually noticed her enough to remember her name. She took a sip of her coffee before taking the book out of her bag and beginning to read quietly. A few more customers walked in and out but one customer caught her eye. A girl that she saw walk out right before her. She squinted her eyes at the girl who walked up to the barista and demanded to see the manager. The manager came out and had a pretty heated discussion that ended with the boy being fired. Kennedy watched, she felt kind of sorry for the boy. In her opinion she deserved it but that wasn't the point, she was a customer and 'the customer is always right.'

Steven stormed away from his manager, the nerve of that Hanus cow. he walked away flipping the bird at anyone who looked at him. he threw his Starbucks apron on the ground and fell to the ground in pain. when he was mad, which happened a lot, Steven wasn't able to control his mind reading, so the thoughts of the public invaded his mind, sending stabbing pains through his head. 'he deserved it' thought the lady in the back of the shop, 'poor little girl, he shouldn't have said that' thought a man waiting in line. They didn't know the full story, but they would soon. one by one Steven disrupted everyone's train of thought and implanted what really happened into their minds. almost instantly the stream of thoughts received from the store shifted in Steven favour, but there was one girl whose thoughts he couldn't disrupt. Steven could manipulate what people think unless their will was particularly powerful, and this girl's was one of the strongest he'd encountered. curious to find out more, he sat at the girl's booth. " I bet you think I deserved it," he asked maniacally, his eyes bulging out of his head. "you shouldn't have called her that." "you'd know why I called her that if I could get inside your head!" Steven said angrily, under his breath. "What?" gasped Kennedy.