Keith P.O.V.
I've never been the one to develop deep feelings after only seeing someone once, but he was the exception to everything.
It was during one dreary afternoon after moving to a new town in a very small corner Starbucks. I had just finished ordering my grande cold brew coffee when I noticed him leaning down on a counter trying to get the girl sitting there to give him her number. That wasn't what caught my attention, what caught it was the fact that his arched back was probably one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Not to mention that the angle I was standing gave me an eye full of the curve of his ass. The moment I noticed the barista putting down my drink I booked it out there before the barista had a chance to call out my drink.
I had promised myself that I wouldn't be doing this again. Developing pointless feelings for someone who would rather cut his own dick off before dating a guy. 'New town, new people, new beginnings' I had told myself when I got here a few days ago, I am starting my final year of high school next week in a new school and I would prefer not start with people talking shit about me on day one.
During the week, I have been catching myself thinking about the tall burnet. I hate to admit it but he was so my type. The tall yet boyish type was my thing but they were also always straight. Than again I hadn't really seen his face much when I spotted him. It was more about his body. The way his shoulders were square and wide while his hips were small.
Yet he still had a great ass-. I suddenly felt a shiver go down my body that went straight to my groin.
Nope no more of that! I'm currently sitting nervously in the same Starbucks from before hoping to get a glance of this guy's face this time.
What do I do if he catches me staring? Will he come over to talk to me or will he be disgusted with me?
I had finished my coffee over an hour ago, and I can feel the caffeine kicking in. My right leg shakes uncontrollably while I try to distract myself with my phone. It's about to die.
Gahh! I should leave soon. I knew this was pointless.
As I get ready to leave I hear the open and I familiar voice call out. "Sorry I'm late everyone. Traffic was a bitch."
I whip around quickly to check if it's really him. This time he looks different. His brown hair is combed back and he's wearing a black dress shirt. Which happens to be tucked into probably the tightest skinny jeans I have ever seen and they leave nothing to the imagination.
"Lance! What have I told you about disturbing the customers," an older lady says as she ushers him into the back.
I can feel all the blood rush to my head as I try to collect myself. His name is Lance. He's even more attractive than I thought. What do I do now? I'll look like an idiot if I just stay here with a dead phone and no drink.
I see him come out from the back tailing the lady from before. This time he's wearing the trademark green aprons you see all barista's wear. It blocks my view of his jeans but he can still appreciate a man in uniform.
"Lance, you're on till today." The woman says as she effortlessly makes a Frappuccino.
This is my chance to talk to him! I think to myself as I walk up to the till. All I have to do is not mess this up.
"Good afternoon. What can I get for you?" Lance asks happily with his hand hovering over the screen.
My mind goes complete blank as I stare at his face. His jaw line is sharp and angular, his nose is long but not big and... oh my God his eyes are blue! He looks mostly Hispanic except for the height and eyes. His lips look so soft that I want to smash my face against them just to get a tas-
"Ahem," Lance clears his throat which breaks my concentration. I must look like a deer in headlights right now. "Would you like me to recommend something for you?" He asks with the warm smile still on his face.
"Ahh... sure" I manage to squeak out my reply.
"Okay, then I recommend the Passion Tango iced tea lemonade. It's one of my favorites" he says happily.
"Y-yeah, I'll get that than," I say hesitantly. I've never been one for sweet drinks but I don't want to seem rude.
"Hmm... but you don't seem like a sweets kind of guy so I'll make it half sweet." He says as he taps furiously at the touch screen. "Name?"
"Ahh... it's Keith" I say a little too forcefully.
"Oh, did you know that Keith is a Scottish surname meaning wood?" He says without breaking eye contact with the screen.
"N-No I didn't know that. Why do you know that?" I ask suspiciously. What kind of person knows random fact like that?
"Oh well I have some distant relatives with that last name." Lance says sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.
Oh, okay not as weird as I thought.
He takes the cash I give him and I move to wait at the other counter. I leave the store without saying another word to him.
Lance P.O.V.
"Come on Becky, just give me the number." I whine to the girl sitting with her Frappuccino in hand.
"No Lance. I've told you a dozen times. He's not interested in your un-loyal ass." Becky says while flipping her extensions into my face.
"What makes you think I'm un-loyal?" I ask angrily. I lean down to lower so that my elbows all on the table.
" 'I don't want to start dating a guy who is just going to leave me for some girl,' is what Trevor says whenever your brought-up Lance." She says as she leans back in her seat in disgust.
I stand up straight and look down on her, "You know what that is called Becky. Bi discrimination. Look it up." I snatch the drink from her and throw it into the garbage before she can protest. "Don't litter Becky," I say with a little bit too much bite on her name. "It's bad for the environment."
I turn around and strut out the door. I hate when people just assume the worst from people who identify as bisexual.
I've tried dating apps but all anyone is looking for is hook-ups or a "serious" relationship with someone. "Preferably not with someone with my background," was always their response when I tried to ask them out for coffee. I've even been asked a few times to be part of a threesome. By complete strangers. Who does that?
Maybe I should just hide my sexuality to cause less confusion. It would be so much easier for me at least. But I knew that if I did that it would cause more trouble for the other person later on.
A few days later I come into work late and quickly try to act natural. I didn't just cry in my car for two hours. I didn't just cry in my car for two hours. Ididn'tjustcryinmycarfortwohours. I recite in my head like a mantra as I help a customer. The customer is only a few inches shorter than me but the way he has his shoulders slouched forward makes him look even smaller. He seems really nervous maybe I should help him. I clear my throat to try and stop the tears from welling up again. This makes the boy jump. Whoops got to make him feel more comfortable. I ask him if I can make and drink suggestions and he responds with a very quiet sure. After I name off my favorite drink of all time I try to get a good look at the boy again. His long hair blocks most of his face but I can definitely tell that he is attractive.
After he leaves I see Becky come in and I almost loose my footing. I didn't just cry in my car for two hours. As she walks up to the till I can tell she is feeling awkward.
"Ahh... look Lance. I just wanted to apologize for what I said before. After looking up bi discrimination I realized what I had said must have hurt you. You don't deserve that from someone who doesn't understand." At her words, I feel my tears coming back again but I hold it down.
She stands the nervously before I finally sigh and say, "I accept your apology Becky."
Her body finally relaxes from standing there like a scared dog. "Okay good cause I also want to explain that Trevor got a boyfriend now. He's like some guy he met on the Internet. It's like a cyber story of Romeo and Juliet. Or is it Romeo and Romeo." She asks as she reaches for her wallet. I've already typed in her drink and I take the bill from her hand.
"You do know they both die right." I say as I give her change back. "Anyways when did this happen?" I ask as I prepare her drink.
"Like yesterday. Kay thanks bye," she says as she goes through the door.
Yea whatever I wasn't even that into Trevor anyways. I think angrily.