she was popular. he was new. he was her way out.
✧ second place in the Chaos Awards! ✧
Kendra Ross is popular. Everyone knows that, and she makes sure of it. She's your stereotypical popular girl; lip gloss, crushes, drama, heels, crop tops, and fa...
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The bell chimes as we walk into the coffee shop.
The guy at the cash register looks up to greet us as we walk over to him.
I try to avert my eyes from my first glance because-dang- he's cute.
Curly blonde hair tumbling on his face and bright green eyes. I look away.
"Hi!" He says enthusiastically, and I have no choice but to look at him because he's looking directly at me. "I'm Carter! What can I get for you?" I look up at the choices, grateful that I don't have to look at him anymore.
"Uh...can I get a latte please?" I ask, fidgeting with my phone. He winks. I try not to blush.
"Sure thing."
He looks up at Archer. "And for you?"
"Cappuccino" he says flatly. I turn around to look at him. He's glaring at the guy.
Carter only nods. "Got it. That'll be $9.45, please." Archer hands him money and he puts it in the register. "Thank you. Can I get a name?"
At the same exact time, we both say our names.
I grin sheepishly.
Carter laughs. "A ship name, I see. Karcher it is." I roll my eyes.
Archer pulls me against his side, wrapping an arm around my waist. "I'm fine with that." My face heats up. I raise an eyebrow.
As we find a table, I turn to raise an eyebrow at him again. "Jealous much?"
"Very much, thank you. He was straight up flirting with you!" I smack his arm.
"No he wasn't! He was 'straight up' being a normal person!" I protest, sitting down.
"Sure about that? Look at this." He says, tossing the receipt at me. I pick it up and look at it. Call me :) is written at the bottom, along with a phone number.
"Seriously?" I mumble as I put my face in my hands, trying to cover up my flaming cheeks. That's as cliché as it gets.
"What a moron. We're obviously together." I look up at him and he just shrugs.
"I'm glad you think that." Is all he says.
"Well actually, maybe he wanted you to call him." I say, poking him. He chuckles.
"Sure, he was flirting with me. I don't blame him, I'm beautiful." I roll my eyes.
"Uh-huh. Whatever you say." __________
I twirl my spoon in my coffee, adding about five spoons of sugar. Archer wrinkles his nose.
