Chapter One : Oh Crap.
"Thank you! You have a nice day too!" I said to the Barista before I went out of Starbucks. I felt happy that day in spite of the shitty break up I had with Steven last night. Ugh that was so ugly, I wish there really was a time machine so I could go back in time and kick him in the balls repeatedly. But sadly, no one has ever succeeded in doing that, so I rest my case.
Anyway, I was happily walking outside and sipping my frap, when suddenly, out of freaking nowhere, this guy bumped into me. The huge impact of the collision left me with coffee soaked jeans, and three dollars worth of coffee. I didn't know if I was going to scream or cry, but all I know is, I HAD NO MORE COFFEE. DAMN.
"Sorry! Oh shit! I'm really sorry miss! Uhm, I was kinda in a hurry and didn't notice you." The guy said.
I know I was supposed to get angry, but I didn't really notice that different words were coming out of my mouth.
"It's okay. It's just coffee anyway." I blurted out.
"Oh. I really am sorry! If you want I could buy you new coffee and maybe a new pair of jeans." He was searching for his wallet vigorously. But I think he didn't have it on him at the time. "Oh crap. I left it at my apartment. Mother fucker. Well, here's my card. Call me, and maybe we can settle something to compensate for the shitty thing I've done. By the way, my name's Alex. Alexander William Gaskarth." He said.
"Uh, okay. Thanks? I guess." He smiled at what I said, and hurriedly walked away from me. Like it was some kind of intro to a romantic-comedy movie.
I mindlessly walked slowly and thought of the scene that just happened before me.
I got bumped by a stranger.
My coffee spilled.
My newly washed jeans were soiled.
A guy just gave me his number.
I know I was supposed to get mad. But there's this thing that's keeping me from getting angry. I don't know what it is. But it's freaking me out.
