“Veronica, this is HUGE!” Abby threw her hands in the air, refusing to believe what happened to me earlier.
After explaining every single thing to Abigail, I tried to tell it the most seemingly “ordinary” of ways.

But she freaked out hysterically and went way way overboard

So much for trying…

“Think of it as a blessing. Being with major rock star every weekend! How can you not see the bright side of that?” Kellin, on the other hand, pointed out the positivity in it
“What’s so good with spending your Saturdays with the biggest asshole in the world? I think not” I groaned, burying my face in the threadbare throw pillow. Kellin surrendered by shrugging it off.

There was no way I could escape this,
I am doomed.

“2 Cappuccino Caramel Latte’s with extra milk for my two “sweet” ladies. And espresso for the tough Kellin Quinn”
Gerard, our resident barista, handed us our orders like he always does; hence the pun titles

Abby, now recovered from her manic panicking, gave me the other latte’
“Just ignore him; he doesn’t deserve any of your attention and respect. He ain’t that worth it. Something like he doesn’t even exist, kay?”
“U huh, Treat him as the dirt he is” Taking one sip

The whiff of freshly brewed coffee and the afternoon dusk. Worn-out furniture plus stacked newspapers & tattered paperbacks. And the violet walls gave home to people with different races, coming from different walks of life. Bean Joe’s was basically a refuge for those who are seeking to just find a place to chill and keep calm.

Maybe the one thing I need to be right now.

Doomsday
My hair and clothes were dripping wet from the unexpected shower of rain.
Ugh. I hate the fact that I am stuck with this jerk for one whole day. Maybe I won’t even last a second.

Our assignment for today was to “religiously” polish Packett’s collection of awards and trophies; which apparently is a mile long.

By the time I got there, somebody hung on to me, slipping an arm over my shoulder.
“Good morning, sunshine!” Alex beamed like an energetic kindergarten kid
“You don’t say?”
“YEAHHHHH”
“Really now? So why am I soaked? from the intense heat of the sun? Please----”
“YEAHHHHH”
“Somebody must have secretly placed vodka in your drink”
“And that somebody is Jack. Haha”
Chuckling, I said “Should have known. Come on drunk doof. We have another party to attend”
“What would that be?”
“The trophy room!” answering with a plastered fake smile
“You must be kidding” Alex’s eyes widely opened
I passed him the wax and a rag “That’s what you get”
He grumbled out of the mountain load of work to be done, yet began polishing as well.

Five grueling hours of rubbing and shining, hands blistered and filled with grime & grease, we weren’t still finished with half of the job.

I now looked like a zombie from The Walking Dead, messed up, and super tired. While Alex, on the other hand, was happily scrubbing still

When out of the nowhere,
“Veronica, I’m bored. Let’s escape this place.” He threw the rag and invited me by lending a hand
“Will you come out and play?” Alex Gaskarth amusingly smirked
“Tempting. But I can’t afford another screw-up. And I still don’t trust you”
“With the best mischief and troublemaker in town? How can you not say yes?” He annoyingly grinned again
“I’ll make it up to you, I swear” Eyes that were desperately pleading
“Fine, but you don’t even have 99% of it” I gave in, this was better than slaving over rusty trophies that can’t be shined
“Great! You are a lifesaver, Veronica” Alex leaping with joy
“Funny how you were just loony a few hours back” I stood up and took his hand
“Really then?”
“Didn’t you-nevermind” Raising an eyebrow, while left in complete wonder in how he got instant sober

And as we left the trophy room, I had a feeling that I might even have a good time with him or end up first in detention list again.

Notes

Sorry if this feels so short for your liking :(
I hope Chapter 7 makes up to it