Yay! Thank you for your reviews my lovelies! Hehe, next chapter might have their names changed, I had a reason for their different names, but I understand it's confusing, and my goal is to have my readers ENJOY reading, not confuse!
To those who want Derek(Takumi) and Marysa(Misaki) to meet up again... Here is a chapter will they will be involved.. Haha keep your patience.. Once we get moving it will get exciting! Sorry it is so slow.. Anyhoo, here is your next chapter.. Hopefully long enough!
Marysa awoke the next day to the sound of her demented alarm clock and a monotonous sister. As she lay in bed for a few precious minutes, she smiled to herself. Yes! Only four more days left in America! That thought was enough to energize and motivate the young girl to get up and moving.
"Work I suppose." Karly said as her older sister rushed into the kitchen and then flew out.
"Yep!" Marysa shouted back, already out the door. "Be home same time!"
"OK." Karly shrugged, completely unaffected by Marysa's craziness. Nothing affected the young girl anyway.
Marysa arrived at the café on time, ready to get to work. She was unormally cheerful, smiling at everyone, even Hannah, who looked bemused and asked Manager what did that girl eat.
Marysa's good mood lasted until noon, when the shop was surprisingly empty again. It's obvious why the girl's mood turned sour, right?
It's because SOMEONE entered the shop.
Someone with spiky, blonde hair and sparkling emerald eyes.
Someone with a mischievous smirk.
Someone who confused Marysa, stirring up weird emotions of hatred, that was not quite hatred.
Yes, the person that saunteered into Coffee Lovers, with the same trademark smirk glued into her mind, was none other than him...
Derek Walker.
"Hey coffee girl." He greeted the bemused, amber-eyed girl who was staring coldly at him.
"What. Do. You. Want?" Marysa snarled, why she did, no one knows. Even Derek looked taken aback, but he quickly recovered.
"Aw, that's not a nice greeting, Marysa." Derek smirked, leaning towards her. Marysa stepped back.
"Why are you here, Derek Walker?" Marysa spat out. "Oh, looks like you're dry now, too. Did you visit the dry cleaners?"
Derek's green eyes flashed with some emotion. He leaned back, but not without noticing Marysa's quiet sigh of relief. He contemplated saying something to provoke her, but then he decided against it. She knew his name, and seemed totally unaffected, well, she seemed to despise him even more.
"Oh, you know my name then. Researching me up, eh?" Derek chuckled, knowing fully well she didn't. He could tell just by the angry look that Marysa gave him. "I'd be happy to tell you ALL about me, you could've just asked. And no, I went home to dry off."
Marysa scoffed. "Oh, Mr. Walker thinks I'm interested in him. How amusing." She laughed a fake laugh. Actually, quite the opposite, really. I could care a whole lot less about you, I really forgot all about you, and maybe hoped you drowned."
"Then how come you know so much about me?" Derek questioned, choosing to ignore her comments about drowning.
"That's where you're wrong, sir." Marysa snapped. "I only know what someone has said."
"And what rumors have they said?" Derek inquired, guessing what stereotype had been drilled into the girl's smart head.
Marysa counted off the things Pippa had said. "One. You're known far and wide for 'good looks.' Two. You're mysterious and no one can guess your creepy background. Three. It's quite clear you hate the press and avoid human contact with people, ESPECIALLY girls. Four. You're plain weird."
Derek smirked. "Really? Not quite what I expected."
"Maybe you just don't get what sane people think of you, you self-centered weirdo." Marysa muttered. Sure, she might've exaggerated, but he's a weird freak.
"Hm, I'm used to being described as 'hot, sexy, sizzling, good looking, handsome...'" Derek trailed off, amused at Marysa's reaction. She wrinkled her nose in disbelief at the crazy adjectives Derek was using, well crazy if you weren't a normal girl. Any girl would've used those words describing Derek, and fainted on the spot. They probably would've passed out before even talking to him! "So anyhow, this is the first time I'm described as a 'self-centered weirdo.'" Derek continued.
Marysa snorted. "Because I'm the only one brave enough to say it to that smug face of yours!"
"Handsome, you mean. Honestly, don't you understand how to speak correctly?"
"You wish you could be described like that!" Marysa exclaimed, clenching her fist. "As for speaking correctly, I've been taught by professors, Derek Walker, so maybe YOU should learn how to speak correctly!"
"Mhm, so we're feisty AND smart. I like it." Derek's eyes gleamed teasingly at the enraged waitress. He couldn't help but tease her, she fought with so much fervor and spirit.
Marysa's fave turned red, against her will. "W-what?! Y-you self-centered weirdo pervert!" She spluttered.
"Aw, does Marysa dislike me now?"
"I never liked you in the first place!"
"Aw, that hurt my feelings." Derek pouted, clutching his chest.
"Good, maybe that'll knock some decency into your heart."
"Oh, do you care about my heart?"
"No! Why am I even talking to you? I hardly know you!"
"But you said you did."
"Idiot!" Marysa hissed. "I said I HEARD about you."
"So you don't believe what you've heard?" Derek tilted his head to the side, his green eyes staring intensely into Marysa's amber orbs.
"Um..." Marysa blanked for a few seconds, lost in his gaze. "What...?"
"Do you believe what you've heard? Especially about my looks." Derek lessened his intense gaze so the bewildered girl could think.
"Oh, sure." Marysa rolled her eyes. "You're obviously known for your good looks since there were a bunch of girls running around and destroying our café."
"Sorry 'bout that." Derek mumbled. That wasn't the answer he had wanted, but he had expected it. Hey, Marysa wouldn't bow down and say he's good looking because she thought so.
"It's fine I guess. Manager calmed them down." Marysa narrowed her eyes, something had flickered in those green eyes, what it was she couldn't tell. "But anyhow, yeah. You seem mysterious because you're weird." Marysa ignored the change in his eyes she had seen, thinking she had imagined it, whatever it was. "No one wants to know about your creepy background because your weird. You're an illusion because you disappear all the time. Escaping all the time makes it easy to guess that you hate bing around people, especially because you're so rarely sighted. You hate being around mobs of girls because they probably unsettle you. You're plain weird because of all of that."
Derek grimaced, scratching his head. "OK then."
Marysa smirked. "Sorry to disappoint the high and mighty Derek."
"Oh, I must've confused you." Derek said. "I'm not disappointed at all. In fact, I'm more intrigued about you."
"Yeah, right." Marysa grumbled. "Go die in a hole."
"You're so mean."
"Thanks, I get that a lot."
Derek and Marysa's 'lovely' exchange was intruded upon by Manager, who probably had been spying on them.
"Rysa, Rysa!" Manager scolded, using Marysa's nickname. "Your shift is over, and you shouldn't speak to customers like that!" Manager whispered in the girl's ear, "Especially not Derek Walker!"
"Manager." Marysa hissed. "He doesn't care, he's too self-centered."
Manager's eyes widened. "Um, OK..."
Derek gave a charming smirk. "I excuse Rysa's behaviour." Marysa bristled at his impudent look. "You see, Marysa and I are good friends."
By now, Manager's eyes could've popped out of her head. "Y-you are?!" She stuttered, gaping.
"No, no, no!" Marysa yelled. "He's a weirdo pervert, tell him to go away!"
"Um..." Manager hesitated, looking at Derek with puzzlement.
"Don't worry, she's just shy about it." Derek gave a smug grin.
"I never knew you were like this, Marysa!" Manager gasped.
"Oh my gosh! You're misunderstanding this!" Marysa shouted, trying to explain, but to no use.
"Marysa must be exhausted, I should escort her home now." Derek said.
Marysa's eyes widened now, glaring at him in horror. Manager was no help, chirping happily.
"You tell me the details tomorrow!" Manager whispered as she shoved Marysa towards the changing room. Marysa sighed, thinking about sneaking out the back door.
Passing Derek on her way to the back room, Marysa gave him a death glare. "Oh you so did not." She hissed.
The blonde looked at her, his green eyes sparkling and his trademark smirk. "Oh but I did."
Yaya, here's one part of a Derek/Marysa 'bonding moment! The next chapter will be the interesting walk home... Hope it was long enough!
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