about this whole being a bride-"
"Too bad." Liv interrupts. "You're being one and that’s that."
"What if I hadn’t come home though? You would have had a bridesmaid’s dress for nothing." I point out.
"If you hadn’t have come home then I would have just gone and got you from LA myself. Hell, I’m kinda bummed that you did come back since I haven’t got an excuse to just go to LA now." I laugh at Liv's reasoning. I can just imagine opening the door to her and Trina and them sticking a sack over my head to kidnap me.
"I’m sorry that you had to miss out on a trip to LA to abduct me." I quip.
"Ah I think I can forgive you, another coffee will go a long way."
"Got it." I say, standing up from the table, just as the bell over the door rings.
"For fuck's sake." Liv mutters and I tense up. Surely he’s not back again. Nobody can have that much bad luck, not even me.
I turn around and frown on seeing who is standing at the counter putting their order in with my sister.
"I see you don’t hold grudges." I say sarcastically with a raised brow.
"That douchebag deserves it. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who came back to town for the Summer." The pissed off look on Liv's face has me trying to restrain the urge to burst out laughing.
I can certainly see why she’s so annoyed with him. The guy definitely has a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, myself included, and I usually like everyone.
"I said a double shot latte. It’s hardly fucking rocket science." His voice is still as smarmy as ever.
I’m too busy watching Chris Lyons harass my sister that I bang my hip into the corner of a table. Seriously, I’m like a walking disaster. Of course my high pitched yelp just brings attention to me and he spins around and looks at me from head to toe. I can’t help but tense up at the way he looks at me. It’s been two years since high school and I like to think I've at least matured a bit. This guy is obviously exactly the same.
"Cindy Martin." He states in that slimy voice of his that immediately makes me want to wash my ears out.
"Chris." I say shortly.
"Where’s your bodyguard?"
"Bodyguard?"
"Usually you got that dick Brady following you about, or was it you following him?"
I let out a wary sigh. The guy was a dick to me in High School but you'd think he would have grown up a little by now.
"I see someone’s mind is still back in Franklin High."
"Whatever." He turns back to Avery who looks like she’s about to dump the coffee all over him. Now that I'd pay to see. "What are you waiting for?"
I can practically see the anger coursing through Avery’s veins as she looks at Chris. My sister somehow managed to get all of our helpings of Italian fire. I almost expect her to reach over the counter and throttle him, I know I wouldn’t blame her. Instead, she takes a deep breath and turns around to the huge coffee machine that’s on the counter on the back wall. Seems even a sixteen-year-old can act more mature than the moron standing next to me.
"So?" He asks, facing me again while propping an arm on the counter. Obviously pretending he's not there isn’t going to work for me.
"So what?"
"Where’s your boyfriend slash bodyguard?" His face scrunches up as if just the thought disgusts him. I don’t know why Chris would care seeing as though we graduated two years ago and I haven’t even laid eyes on him in almost that long.
I simply shrug seeing as though not only do I not feel like talking about mine and Brady’s relationship, or rather failed one, but I don’t want to get into any type of conversation with this guy. I’m almost tempted to look towards Liv. Maybe if I gave her a pleading look she would come over and rescue me and maybe even hit him again. Before I even have a chance, a cup is slammed onto the counter, causing me to jump.
"They broke up." Avery grounds out and those three words make my heart plummet to my toes. I know it’s true but
"Too bad." Liv interrupts. "You're being one and that’s that."
"What if I hadn’t come home though? You would have had a bridesmaid’s dress for nothing." I point out.
"If you hadn’t have come home then I would have just gone and got you from LA myself. Hell, I’m kinda bummed that you did come back since I haven’t got an excuse to just go to LA now." I laugh at Liv's reasoning. I can just imagine opening the door to her and Trina and them sticking a sack over my head to kidnap me.
"I’m sorry that you had to miss out on a trip to LA to abduct me." I quip.
"Ah I think I can forgive you, another coffee will go a long way."
"Got it." I say, standing up from the table, just as the bell over the door rings.
"For fuck's sake." Liv mutters and I tense up. Surely he’s not back again. Nobody can have that much bad luck, not even me.
I turn around and frown on seeing who is standing at the counter putting their order in with my sister.
"I see you don’t hold grudges." I say sarcastically with a raised brow.
"That douchebag deserves it. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who came back to town for the Summer." The pissed off look on Liv's face has me trying to restrain the urge to burst out laughing.
I can certainly see why she’s so annoyed with him. The guy definitely has a talent for rubbing people up the wrong way, myself included, and I usually like everyone.
"I said a double shot latte. It’s hardly fucking rocket science." His voice is still as smarmy as ever.
I’m too busy watching Chris Lyons harass my sister that I bang my hip into the corner of a table. Seriously, I’m like a walking disaster. Of course my high pitched yelp just brings attention to me and he spins around and looks at me from head to toe. I can’t help but tense up at the way he looks at me. It’s been two years since high school and I like to think I've at least matured a bit. This guy is obviously exactly the same.
"Cindy Martin." He states in that slimy voice of his that immediately makes me want to wash my ears out.
"Chris." I say shortly.
"Where’s your bodyguard?"
"Bodyguard?"
"Usually you got that dick Brady following you about, or was it you following him?"
I let out a wary sigh. The guy was a dick to me in High School but you'd think he would have grown up a little by now.
"I see someone’s mind is still back in Franklin High."
"Whatever." He turns back to Avery who looks like she’s about to dump the coffee all over him. Now that I'd pay to see. "What are you waiting for?"
I can practically see the anger coursing through Avery’s veins as she looks at Chris. My sister somehow managed to get all of our helpings of Italian fire. I almost expect her to reach over the counter and throttle him, I know I wouldn’t blame her. Instead, she takes a deep breath and turns around to the huge coffee machine that’s on the counter on the back wall. Seems even a sixteen-year-old can act more mature than the moron standing next to me.
"So?" He asks, facing me again while propping an arm on the counter. Obviously pretending he's not there isn’t going to work for me.
"So what?"
"Where’s your boyfriend slash bodyguard?" His face scrunches up as if just the thought disgusts him. I don’t know why Chris would care seeing as though we graduated two years ago and I haven’t even laid eyes on him in almost that long.
I simply shrug seeing as though not only do I not feel like talking about mine and Brady’s relationship, or rather failed one, but I don’t want to get into any type of conversation with this guy. I’m almost tempted to look towards Liv. Maybe if I gave her a pleading look she would come over and rescue me and maybe even hit him again. Before I even have a chance, a cup is slammed onto the counter, causing me to jump.
"They broke up." Avery grounds out and those three words make my heart plummet to my toes. I know it’s true but
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