The Coffee Spill. Oops.

The Westchester Mall – Starbucks

October 12, 2013

5:47 PM

I walk to the counter to get our orders before Alicia, Dylan, and Kristen get here.  Claire calls out behind me, “How about a pixie cut?”  She’s been obsessing over changing her hair lately.  It was beyond annoying.

“Like Miley Cyrus with clothes on,” I call back, pulling my loose curls from captivity by my scarf.  I double-checked to make sure I was a ten before I left, never know when you’d run into someone cute, or a arch-alpha.  A fitted maroon long-sleeved top (more red than purple), black skinnies, black knee-high boots, and a lightweight burgundy infinity scarf.  It was casual but still acceptable flirt wear.

I get our lattes and turn around to walk back to the booth.  I crash into someone on their phone right behind me, probably getting their order.  Coffee spills over the front of the person’s shirt.

“Ehmagawd!” I say, taking a few napkins and begin to wipe the coffee stain setting in already, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s quite alright, I should’ve watched where I was going,” A smooth accent says in a low, quiet voice.  British.  Obviously male.  I take a look up to his face.  Hazel eyes.  Slight facial hair in a dignified way.  Definitely a nine point six on a bad day.  He slips his phone back into his pocket.  “I’m Malachi, and you are?”

“Massie,” I blurt out. My face reddens slightly.

He flashes a megawatt smiles, “Brilliant name.  How bout I replace the coffee for you?”  He leads the way back to the counter and I order again.  He pulls out a black AmEx card and hands it to the cashier.  He signs his name and slips the card back into his wallet.  He turns back to me, “So Massie, what school do you go to?”

“Westchester Private.  And you?” I shyly tuck a curl behind my ear.

“Well I just moved here last week.  My parents were debating whether to send me to Brairwood Academy or Westchester Private.  I’ll be starting at WP on Monday.”  He smiles.

“That’s awesome! What grade are you in?”

“Twelfth.  What about you?” he hands me the five lattes.

“Tenth,” I say and glance over to the booth where the whole Pretty Committee is now sitting, watching our every move and giggle-whispering to each other. “Hey, I should probably get these back to my friends.”

He nods, “Of course.  Do you think we could exchange numbers and I could maybe give you a ring sometime?” He raises an eyebrow and slips his phone out again.

“Absolutely,” I smile and we put our info into each others’ phones.  I give a flirty wave and begin walking back to the booth.

I’m bombarded with questions as soon as I set the coffee down.

“Who’s the hot guy?”

“How old is he?”

“Did you get his number?”

I hold a palm and they stop immediately.  “His name is Malachi.  He just moved here.  He’s British.  He’s a senior.  And he’ll be starting at WP on Monday,” I smirk, sit and take a sip of my Pumpkin Spice Latte.  “And yes, I’ve got his number.  Now back to costume planning…”

The Block Estate – Massie’s Bedroom

October 12th, 2013

10:31 PM

“Ehmagawd Bean, he’s so cute!  And he said he’d call me!” I giggle and bounce on the bed in my pajamas.  I wore a black silk babydoll that ended at the top of my thigh, matching boyshorts underneath, and my hair was in a tight french braid, so it’d be wavy in the morning.  I pecked Bean on the tip of her head and said, “Maybe you’ll get to meet him someday.”  I smiled at the thought and went to bed, dreaming of the costume designs.

What do you think the costumes’ll be? Comment your guesses!  Once someone gets it, a new post’ll be up!

xx

XoXo-MMKB

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