I'm not one for coffee. It's okay I guess. But I was never that girl who obsessed over Starbucks and Pumpkin Spiced Lattes. I remember as a child my Mom would always make my Dad coffee in the morning. Even when he didn't say thank you. He would just drink it and continue his work call.

At that time I thought it was rude. I felt like he didn't pay her any attention. And when she died my Dad felt it to. He felt like he should have appreciated her more. After her death we didn't wake up to the smell of fresh coffee we didn't hear the sound the sound of sizzling bacon and we didn't wake up to the beauty women I called Mom. She was gone.

And so was our morning routine.

So was my Dad's damn coffee.

I know what your thinking.

What does this have anything to do with anything.

Coffee.

The smell of hot fresh coffee has a lot to do with everything.

My hands shook as I hesitated to open the glass door to The Coffee Cup. On the door the words where printed in Brown laced letters with a coffee cup next to it as the logo. Not wanting to contemplate on it any longer I swung open the door. A bell chimed as the door opened notifying everyone that some one had entered.

Forest Green.

I know I say this often.

I always talk about his eyes as if they're stars.

Well they might as well be.

Jasper looked up at me with wide eyes surprised that I'm even here. The glint that sparkled his is eyes flashed as his eyes went cold and he went back to sipping his coffee and reading his book. The small shop was cozy and being in here felt well... nice.

The last few days have been drama field hectic.
The smell of fresh brewing coffee and cinnamon field the air. I took in the smell inviting every memory it brought back of my childhood.

" Can I help you Dear." I was snapped out of my daze from the voice of a women. She was beautiful, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair in a sloppy effortless bun. With a stunning smile, she was at least in her late 30s. An older women approached looking at me in pure aw.

I stoped forward to the counter putting on a charming smile. "Uh yeah um." They looked at me oddly as I scanned over the menu.

" Can I have your marshmallow hot coco please oh and 2 cookies please?"I asked. The dark haired lady seem taken back at my order.

"It's October." Our eyes snapped in the direction of the voice. A girl leaned against a door frame with folded arms her eyes scanned me sizing me up as she chewed on her cookie. I felt out of place, who would of known that I could feel like such an outcast in a coffee shop. I didn't dress the part.

I'm wearing heels for goodness sake!

My high waist denim skater skirt stopped at my mid thigh exposing not only my long legs but a good portion of my thighs I wore dark stockings and a white shirt top that showed a small portion of my stomach. But even that small portion felt like a lot. I tugged on to my denim jacket feeling the sudden urge to cover up. The girl looked down at my pink MK hand bag and scoffed.

The girl and I where to different kind of people.
Her long hair was in a messy bun and she wore a black apron which was covered with flour with glasses that sat on her round face. She was pretty, looked as she spent every day of her life working. And I looked as if I didn't know what work was.

"Fawn." The Lady said huskily.

Fawn.

So that's her name.

She flashed a fake smile.

" My bad Gran, I'll go get Paris Hilton's cookies."

Ouch.

Be nice K.

Be nice.

I sucked my teeth, trying to distract my self from the discomfort I seem to be in.

" Don't mind her dear. She's just not very fawn to new people. Where not exactly use to seeing new faces around here." I nodded as she rings up the cost.

" Your totals is 6.98." I dig in my purse pulling at my black card, ready to hand it to her, but just as I do a large figure steps in front of me handing the women cash.

" Hey!" I call out. " I'm not a damsel in distress I don't need your money..."My words trailed off as I realized it was Jasper. When the hell did he get so damn tall?

The Sliver Haired Lady seemed just as surprised as me.

" You two know each other." Said the blue eyed one with with glint in her eyes."Well I'll be damned, Jasper over here is on a date." She said excitedly.

" Regina it's nothing like that-"

Holy shit!

I was taken back by Jasper's words.

Did he really just talk! In public!

" This is great oh my goodness a cookie won't do! I'll get started on a pound cake, and we'll change this awful music! Maybe a little jazz or blues-"

" Regina." Jasper said. She stopped her rant and gave Jasper her attention. He was silent for a moment. Here I was thinking he would tell her how this isn't a date. But instead he said

" Do you mind making some chocolate croissants?"She smiled and extending her hand out to touch the side of his face.

" Oh Jasper of course not! This moment is just to amazing." And with that Regina ran off in kitchen.

" You've got your self a good one Jasper, she's beautiful." With out warning Jasper hands wrapped around mind nearly giving me a stroke and with his free hand he had signed

"Thank you." before pulling me off to a table in the corner of the room where he was seating at before. The table was covered in an endless supply of books.

I sat down and amuse my self by acting as if I had interest in menu that sat at the table hoping it would avoid the awkward silence. I'm sure as hell he would feel it.

" So where dating now?" I joked.

He looked up from his book.

" No." he bluntly spoke.

Ouch.

He sighed putting down his book and ruining his hands through his dark hair.

" I mean yes but no."

What?

" I didn't mean to come off rude. When I said no like that. I mean any guy would be lucky to date you. I just.. I-I just don't think I'm that guy."

" Fuck." He cursed his face falling in the palm of his hands.

What the holy hell is happening?

D-did I just hear Jasper curses?

And did he just kinda reject me? It's almost as if he hates the idea of me as a girlfriend.

" Look, Regina thinks I'm this loner with no social life or any relations to girls. In which she's right." He shrugged. " But I wasn't welling to break her heart like that. When she saw you, she had this hope in her eyes. I wasn't going to take that from her. All Regina wants is for me to have a normal teenage life. Might as well act like I do. And what better way to do that, then by "dating" the towns Golden Girl."

What the fuck am I suppose to say!

Who the hell is this!

For the first time its me not welling to speak around Jasper. I'm not use to him well...

Speaking so openly! This is the most I ever heard him say. He wasn't the shy boy I thought I knew.

He scratched the back of his head and red rushed on his face.

" If that's okays with you. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

" It's uh fine. It's the least I could do especially after what happen earlier-"

Jasper tensed.

" It's fine Kinsley. I don't want to embarrass you-"

" That's not what happen Jasper. I'm not embarrassed of you. And I have no probably telling people your my tutor. Or the fact that I even need a tutor. I use to. But not any more. I didn't call things off because of that. You didn't embarrass me, I was embarrassed of my self. I know what every one says about me Jasper." He shifted in discomfort yet, his eye stayed focused on my lips.

" Slut." I simply said with a bitter laugh. " You where obviously avoiding me after.." I looked down at my hands. " After what happen with my locker. And I felt like you where doing that because you.." I shock my head wanting to snap out of the sentimental bullshit. I wasn't going to repeat it or explain. He got the idea.

" Forget about it , you don't have to explain it's fine if you where I get it. I honesty would avoid the schools "whore" to I- I should go." Just before I could get up. Jasper hands wrapped over mine I was frozen at the touch of his warm large hands that brought comfort.

" I don't think we can afford to push back any more tutoring sessions Kinsley."

" Wait, are... are you saying you'll still tutor me!" I squealed.

" I honestly don't see why not."

"Woah."

And with that I launched over the table and buried Jasper in a hug knocking all the books off the table
In the process. He was so damn warm and smelled of cinnamon. My hands where wrapped around him with my head buried in his neck. He was hesitant before finally hugging me back.

I could hear his heart racing in his chest. He was obviously nervous. My eyes wondered right next to him which sat one of his notebooks I couldn't see what he was in it well unless I pulled away.

" Shit." He cursed.

Just as I pulled away Jasper pulled me back into his warm embrace right onto his hard muscular chest.

" Oh."

He only hugged with one one arm while his other one was fiddling with something on the table.

He finally let me go, I gave Jasper a strange look from his sudden actions and turned to where his new notebook was in hopes of seeing the picture that was once to far out of my view. But the notebook was closed shut and relocated further from my grasp.

Well then.

" AWW MOM COME AND SEE THIS!" Regina hollered.

My eyes shot open in shook Jasper and I looked back in forward at each other realizing are position.

I was in his damn lap.

Next thing I then I flew off Jasper's lap and fell against the hard mahogany  floor he shot up holding his jacket in front of his pants. With a face flushed in red. I was to taken back to even admire how adorable it was. But I couldn't make out why he had suddenly got up. So, there I was looking like an idiot.

" I uh, I have to piss I'll be back."