"Don't look now, but here comes Ben," said Emily, nodding to the door.
"Kill me."
"So, this wasn't what you had planned?" asked Emily sarcastically.
For that I chose not to tell her that she had whipped cream on her nose.
"Hi Ben," I said, as Ben kissed my cheek and sat down next to me.
"Hey," he replied, "Hey Emily."
"Hiya. Hey, so listen, Kayla, I really oughta get going. But we should get together; we've got some shopping to do," said Emily, and then she yelped as I kicked her hard on the shin.
"Shopping, huh?" asked Ben, taking a sip of my drink, "Would that be for a dress perhaps? For instance, a back to school dance?"
"Mhmm," I answered, noncommittally, taking back my drink.
"You wouldn't have happened to run into Jack, huh?"
"Well, yes, he was just here, actually."
"So, isn't that great! We can go together and Jacky Boy won't hate either of us too much."
"That would be fantastic. Except I already have a date."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Jack was just by here, but before that Andrew was. Andrew Reynolds?"
"Andrew from the soccer team?"
"Yes."
"From the Varsity soccer team?"
"Yessir."
"You're going on a date with Andrew Reynolds, the only freshman on Varsity soccer?"
"Well, yes, I am. But only because he asked me before you, and it would be rude if I said no or something without any reason, and I didn't even know if you were going to want to take me, you know? Plus, he had a date for Emily, you know?"
"Oh, well, sure," and then took on a Valley Girl accent that made me sounds stupid and add, "As long as he has a date for Emily, you should like, totally go with him."
"Don't be an asshole," I responded. I understand he's annoyed, but that doesn't mean he has to make fun of me. Maybe a date with Andrew will be just what I need after dealing with these annoying Hunter Brothers.
"You know what, whatever. Maybe you should go with Andrew. I'll just find my own date."
Then Ben got up and walked out of the Starbucks. I'm really starting to hate this Starbucks.