Summary:Kim Crawford's life has been a living hell…a serial killer had killed all her loved ones to make her feel pain. She's turned into an orphan and works/lives at a coffee shop only at age seventeen. Jack is a world famous superstar, he decides to make a visit to the one and only Seaford for a little adventure and suddenly Kim's life turns from bad to horrible. Get ready for action, drama, secrets, and of course love in Coffee Creepo

Chapter 1: Who is it?

Kim Crawford wasn't the one to believe in fairytales; the main reason was because her life sucked. She was an orphan living in a coffee shop, with nobody but her snuggly teddy bear. When she was thirteen she had become all alone because her parents had died. Murdered was the correct term, but she promised herself she wouldn't think of that. Ever. Not once would she have ever unlocked her past, it was too terrible. On that frightful day there was no one for her; no sisters, no brothers, no relatives, no anybody; they were all killed. Not even money was left. She was cold, she was hungry and she was tired the day it had happened…For about a week she had been living all alone on the streets because of… them. She would have died if it weren't for a man named Rudy; when she was in her darkest times he had taken her in and helped her set up her own coffee shop. The both of them used to live on the top floor, which was made as a small apartment, and lead a somewhat joyful life, though sadly Rudy had died five years back due to a heart attack. From then on it had only been her and her favorite teddy, from then on she had been known as the biggest geek in the city, from then on she had been extremely poor and would have to work for hours and hours just to get a decent meal, from then on she was known as the Coffee Creepo, and from then on her life just got worse and worse.

If she had known this day would come she would have committed suicide a long time ago, just to give everybody else joy. But the sad part about life was that, nobody knew what would happen in the future, or what would have happened in the present. All they knew was what happened in the past…And a lot good that did, the wars didn't stop, people didn't quit dying –she should know, people have been dying her whole life – and the world didn't prosper better. A person's past is a dangerous place; it can create indestructible problems and ruin a person's happy life. Though if you could call Kim Crawford's life happy, then the situation that she was in would have been a step up. If only she could have stopped herself from making that one mistake, that one simple mess-up, if she could've only have missed that one stupid day then none of the problems that were about to take place would not have happened. If only she hadn't let that one stupid brown-haired boy enter her coffee shop.

Two Months Before:

As the sun came out, Kim Crawford woke with a jolt. It was a normal routine for her to wake up so early, even though she hated doing it she had to. It was the only way to stay alive; her everyday ritual would start with her waking up at the crack of dawn to get ready for work. Beginning from about five in the morning she would clean the kitchen, wash the dishes, ready the tables in the coffee shop, dust the floors, set the tables, cook the food, take orders for customers, and serve tables. By the time she would finish her work it would be seven o'clock and she would have to get ready for school. Since she didn't have any money to pay for a car, or any type of transport, she would walk to school –or in other words she would run to make it in on time. When she came back she would then go back to work and repeat the morning errands again, by then the time would be 9:15 and she would have to do her piles and piles of homework. The time for a normal seventeen year old teenager to go to bed would be around nine or ten, but for Kim Crawford it would be about one or two, or at the most four o'clock in the morning. To top off her stress, her classmates loved to pick jokes about how her hair looked, or about how many circles were under her eyes due to the lack of sleep, or which company her clothes were, or how dorky she was, or how poor she was, or how she lived at a coffee shop.

Unlike the teachers, the students weren't worried about Kim Crawford's health at all. They were not worried that she might drop dead one day, because of how poor she is. All the students in Seaford High cared about was how 'disgusting' Kim's silky blonde hair looked and how skinny she was, and how 'gross' her clothes were. That was enough to know that Kim Crawford's life was a complete and utter disaster, but the problem was that she knew it. Nobody got why her life was screwed up, and nobody would.

With a heaving sigh, Kim got out of bed and showered and changed. She didn't even bother looking at the clothes that she wore, whatever they were the kids at school were sure to make fun of it. The clock at the side of her tattery old bed chimed as it was seven o'clock; Kim looked worriedly outside the window to let out a frustrated gasp, how could she have forgotten daylight savings. She had overslept and now there was no time to take an early morning shift. That meant that she would have to call one of the workers to work for her while she was at school. She quickly fished her phone out of her bag and punched in the number for the only worker in the shop known as Dave.

"Hello?" He answered in a very groggy voice.

"Hey Dave it's me …Kim." She said hurriedly.

"What do you want?" He snapped, though he worked at the shop he didn't do it willingly; it was only for Rudy's sake.

"Um…well…I kind of overslept and I was hoping you could work a little extra for me." She said a bit awkwardly.

"Oh really?" His voice was full of venom and Kim had a feeling that he wasn't going to help her.

"Yeah…um…please?" Kim wasn't the type of person to talk to people easily, she was very anti-social, and talking to Dave wasn't the easiest.

She heard him grumble a little before replying, "Maybe…what do I get?"

Her voice was soft when she answered, "I don't have anything to give you." When talking to Dave she knew to keep her voice down. Actually when talking to anybody she would keep her voice down, she was too scared to say anything anymore. Though talking to Dave was like talking to a demon, he was tremendous and huge and loud and buff and strong and downright terrifying…to anybody, though he was Rudy's brother he did not look like it. First off he had brown hair instead of blonde, but in the same buzz-cut as Rudy, and he was tall unlike Rudy –who was short – and his eyes held a piercing glare whenever he looked at somebody, though Kim only saw him look at her with that stare. The sound of his voice brought shivers to her spine and she cowered a tiny bit.

"I know that idiot." He growled.

"Then?" She asked quietly.

"Then?"

"Um…" She was frightened by his silence.

"Then will you let me take all the cookies home for my wife and kids." He asked; she kept silent for a bit, it was odd that somebody would actually want to marry him and have children with him, but she didn't dare say it.

"But…but if you take all the cookies, then I will have to make more." She whispered, "I don't have time." She added the last bit under her breath.

"Your choice." He said flatly.

HOW COULD YOU BE SO MEAN?!

She wanted to scream that in his face, but the innocence in her mind told her not to. She ran over the options in her head – either she would have to bake another one hundred and seventy four cookies once again, or she would have to not eat dinner for one night. The second option seemed better than the first, especially since she was dead tired from studying all night for the chemistry test they had today.

Kim was pretty sure Dave had gotten the message too for he said, "Very well then…Have a horrible time at school, wimp." Her face sunk at his sudden cold tone.

"Goodbye." She finished the call lamely.

She shook her head in disgust, but then completely froze, for she had a feeling somebody was watching her. When normally Kim wasn't the one to get frightened easily by herself then, she was a different person now… She couldn't face anything on her own and the thought of having somebody watching her brought a sense of terror. It couldn't have been him, could it? She thought. Why would he come back after five years of torturing her? No, he wouldn't come back, he was gone for good, wasn't he? But even if he did come back, there was nothing left for him. He killed everybody in her family. He killed all her loved ones, who else was left? She didn't have anybody, so why would he come back? No family, no friends, no loved ones to hurt her with. Though, unless he wanted to kill her; she had no problem with it, there was nobody to mourn for her anyways. But if he did come back, there would have been a specific reason why. His main goal last time was to torture her until she broke, which he had succeeded in. But now what was his goal? What if he sensed a person as a loved one without Kim knowing it? Oh no! Who was the loved one?