Wynter Nox is just trying to get through high school without too much drama. With his best friends River, Tamir and Corrie, the quartet do their best to get through whatever it is senior year will throw at them-- clubs tryouts, the SAT, and the foot...
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Chapter Eight | Strawberry Milk Tea
The school day flew by and before I knew it I was riding down Fresno Avenue on my board. The wind tussling through my hair and underneath my shirt, sending the slight chills I enjoyed so much throughout my body. Soft melodies filled my ear as the sound of Alina Baraz came through my headphones.
Rolling down the sidewalk, I spotted a faceless figure leaning against one of the many buildings that lined this street. It was until a few seconds later that I realized it was the boy from the other day, Micah is his name I think.
Once he realized it was me, he pushed himself off the building he was leaning on and stepped in the path of my skating. I forcefully came to stop, trying not to have a repeat of what happened the other day.
He sent me a toothy smile. "Ah, so we meet again. In the same spot at the exact same time." He said and I playfully rolled my eyes. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were waiting for me."
"Now why would I do that?" He chuckled and that's when I took note of the dimple in his left cheek.
I shrugged my shoulders, reaching down to pick up my board. "I don't know. You tell me." I said.
His eyes wondered off into the distance for a bit as he put on a face of thinking. Returning his eyes to me he said, "It wasn't because I was going to ask you to come get coffee with me again, if that's what you're thinking." He sarcastically smiled.
I nod. "Oh, okay then. Guess I'll get going-"
Micah stopped me, extending his sleeved out in front of me. "Okay maybe," He looked at with an eye smile. "But only if you want to, of course."
I thought about it for me. I don't have any homework or assignments due tomorrow, and Declan is still keeping the baby so why not. "Fine," I said. "As long as you're paying for it."
"Fine," Micah repeated. "I know a place a block from here. Pink Lodge Coffee. They've got the best caramel frap on this side of town." It sounded like some hipster-esque place where they'd only sell espressos and french press, but I had to give in and I was kind of thirsty.
