I made it to class by the nonexistent hairs on my chin.

The teacher was late to the classroom so I had just enough time to finish the homework.

I'm in a daze all throughout class, occasionally paying attention, after being scolded by the teacher, for my inability to answer questions when asked.

After the fifth time, they no longer bothered with me as the class was soon coming to an end.

Near the middle of class, I had sent Jules a text message asking her to lock my place up while I'm in class.

She had her own key, so I wouldn't of had to have her pick my keys up from me while I was still in school.

Atleast now I don't have to worry about getting robbed.

...

I continue on to write down the homework, rushing because I'd still have a two hour shift ahead of me.

One of Jules employees had gotten sick all of a sudden, they worked part time so did a lot of her other workers who were teens including myself, I just had the privilege of being able to do longer hours.

Packing my stuff up I wait to be dismissed.

Exhaling harshly in annoyance when she decides that she wants to give us more homework.

So a fifty page essay wasn't enough?

I jerk my knee back and forth in frustration.

I hate being late.

Like, I can get serious anxiety from that shit.

I don't want Jules to worry. She has to go out of town today and won't be back until three days later. She was heading out to her aunts birthday.

She didn't like to miss them because the rest of her family refused to go, ever since her aunt was a teenage male, and came out as being female she was then estranged from the rest of her family.

Jules found no problem with her used to be Uncle Richard, becoming, Aunty Rochelle.

I loved that about her.

So I refused to be late. She has a ten hour drive ahead of her.

Jules: Are you on your way?

NobleNoah: No not yet.

NobleNoah: We ended up getting more instruction for the homework. Don't worry though I'll be there.

Jules: It's fine if you can't make it, I could just head out later.

NobleNoah: No.

NobleNoah: That's final. I'll be there in ten. Bye.

Finishing up with my text messages. I look up to see the teacher standing over me looking down with a weird look on their face.

"You can go now class. Class dismissed!" She yells to the class still standing in front of the row I was in right across from me.

"Wait, Noah. Are you okay?" She asks me with a concerned look on her face.

Why would she even ask that?

Just as I'm thinking that she continues, "Well sound this time each of the other teachers, myself included, concurred that there must be something wrong, with this day in particular.

"So I told them I'd ask, because we're all very worried about you. So ... do you want to talk about it?" She asks with a sincere look on her face.

"No. I'm fine." Is all I say as I pick my bag from the floor next to where I was seated as I rise out of my seat to leave.

I walk through the break between the rows of desk and down the aisle to the door.

I rush out the classroom, seeing she is about to continue on with the discussion, I wasn't planning on having.

I hurry down the halls and out the doors.

Sending Jules a quick telling her I'm on my way, I rush down the side walk and to the bus stop that is two blocks away.

Finally reaching it, just as the bus was planning on pulling away.

Vern smiled when he saw me hop on.

"Ha! You made it just in time," He chuckled as I laughed with him. "Where ya heading?"

"I'm taking on a few extra hours at Jules place." I tell him as I text her to let her know I'm almost there, and that I am on the bus at this very moment.

"So will you be coming to dinner tonight?" He asks me. I had completly forgotten Gino and Mamma Marcheen had invited us all over for dinner.

"The woman are making some of your favorites!" He continues on trying to persuade me, even while it wasn't necessary, "Your all skin and bones you need to eat more!"

I laugh while he scolds me.

"Okay I'll be sure to get there." I tell him with a smile.

We reach my stop, me and three other people getting off.

I rush down the street and into Mocha shots, from the back employee entrance.

Going into her office I change into a spare outfit of work clothes that I kept here.

I see the knob begin to turn I freeze.

Realizing I'm in nothing but a pair of breifs that hugged my ass to perfection and didn't leave much to the imagination, that was fine for me to see, but not a potential stranger.

I'm too shocked to do much more then stand here in shock as one of the hottest guys I've seen in forever, walks in on me in nothing but my breifs.

He freezes and stands there looking at me.

It doesn't take long before he imagination staring directly at my ass.

Getting embarrassed and slightly annoyed, I clear my throat, "Is there a reason you are still staring at me? Like, do you need something, cause I'm pretty sure it don't involve me." I say to him in the bitchiest tone I can manage in a situation.

He then lifts his eyes from my ass and to my face at that, before smiling an easy and hella sex smile, "How about your number, cutie?"

I freeze up all over again in shock as he says this.

"Why would you want that?" I ask in a confused daze.

"Well, I want to be able to get to know someone as cute as you," He says with with a smile, "I also want to eventually take you on a date." He says this with no hesitation.

Me...? Well I'm still in shock this is even happening.

"Why?" Is what just so happened to be my stupid reply.

"Well this is obviously a universal message," He says with a serious-but-still-being-funny face,"To meet in such a unique way? This, this is fate." He replies to me with a small smile on his face.

I simply laugh.

Well that is before I remember that I am still practically in my underware.

I blush as I start to pull up my pants, having to tug them a bit over my ass already having struggled with my this thighs.

Ugh. I need to lose weight.

I then reach over and grab my shirt, pulling it on and buttoning it up.

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I go to walk past him before he reaches out as if to grab me, but thinks better of it as he pulls his arm back.

"Wait...! I really do eat to get to know you, so can I get your number? Your name would also be nice." He says this a bit nervously as he stuffs his balled up fist into his pockets.

I smile at him.

"My name is Noah, nice to meet you." I say to him extending my hand.

"I'm Arsaiah, but you can call me Ari."

Arsaiah...I love it.

He grabs grabs a hold of my hand, his grip firm and his hands are big.

Don't ask why I'm checking out his hands, but trust me big hands are good.

So are long fingers.

Mhmm.

It really has been too long.

Maybe...?

"- working here?" He asks me. I was so caught up in looking at him I didn't hear a word he was sayin. He catches my confused look and chuckles a deep rumbling sound coming from his chest, which is muscled and in my direct line of sight.

I gulp as he pulls my face back up to look at his seaweed green eyes.

I'm so done for.

My heart is thundering in my chest so fast I'm suprised I haven't brought mountains crashing down; fast as an hummingbird wings my heart takes of even faster as he presses a bit, firmly holding onto my chin.

"Now I'm going to repeat, and you are going to listen. Got it?" He asks me in a authoritive tone.

When I don't answer I am suprised by his hand landing a hard smack to my ass.

"I ask you something you answer." He says as he looks into my hazel eyes, slowly locking his lips.

"Yes. I got it." I don't know what's going on but I am loving it.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you working on this shift before." He asks me again.

"No, I'm a friend of Jules I've been here for years." I answer averting my eyes as his continue to stare into mine.

I blush as I realize how excited I am getting from this.

He looks at me closely before chuckling.

He steps away from me, smirking as his eyes travel downward to the bulge in my pants.

"Well, later." He says using the image of the bashful puppy-like boy, I had met right before the sexy devil came out to play.

He walks out leaving me in the room, hard and confused.

Waiting til I calmed down, I stepped from Jules' office and headed to the front. Walking down two different hallways and taking the one that lead off, from the staff bathrooms, and to the kitchen.

I greeted everyone as normally as possible. Ari beaming happily at me as he waves back at me from across the room.

I grab my apron, tying it around my work outfit. And hurry out with a tray, after quickly checking the tables I'll be covering.

...

Thus fucked is getting on my nerves and I am about to go off.

Jules left about half an hour ago, and I am ready to kill this grab by a hands douche bag at table five.

Every time I go to take his order, and yes he orders multiple times, he makes a grab for my ass.

He raises a finger summoning me over to him, I ignore him continuing to take table nines order, a sweet elderly woman with her grandson.

"Yo! I want to order!" The disgusting slob yells from across the room.

"I'm sorry, I'll be there as soon as I can." I say in the mist sarcastic voice possible.

Ari walks over to me as I put in table nines order.

"You okay? I can swap tables with you if he is giving you to much trouble. Or break his face if he grabs at you again. I'll happily do both." He offers with such a serious look on his face I know he means it.

"No its fine I don't need you breaking anyone's face." I laugh quietly at him, but as I get ready to head over to table one he stops me pushing me in the other direction.

"You are now working table six for the night. I can handle him." He decides.

"Like hell you are. I can handle myself thank you." I say as I roll my eyes and continue over to my table.

He growls from behind me, I continue walking as if I hadn't heard him.

I reach the table ready or take the man's order when his arm snakes around my waist and his had latches itself to my ass.

"If you don't move your crusty as fuck hands away from me and keep those dirty shit away from me I will beat that ass so hard you gonna be on life support for a damn week!"

I get in his face as I throw his hands away from my body. Smacking the almighty life given to him from his body, right before dumping his orange and Pepsi soda combo on his head.

Walking away from the still shocked and very soaked douche bag.

As I passed Ari he looks on in surprise.

"Well damn."

I smirk at him as I walk past. Going to the cash register I grab his bill before walking back and siting it on the still dry table.

"I took care of the drink for you but don't forget to pay for the rest of your shit." I say to him, with absolutely no kindness in my voice.

I walk away as he takes out his wallet and quickly pays and gets up, getting ready to leave when I stop him to make sure he payed the full amount due.

He didn't.

"Where's my tip?"

He quickly pulls his wallet out again, handing me a twenty before rushing out of the MS.

I walk up to the front depositing the man's due amount of money.

Shit. I wonder if Jules is gonna get mad?

Damn.

...

As I finish the shift I wait til every one is done and has finished up with their work before locking up.

I see the same person from before.

Dark clothing, oversized hoodie, and an aura of creepy, radiating from him that I can feel even from here.

I walk quickly to the bus stop. Just as Vern pulls up.

I jump onto the bus glad to be off of the dark streets and away from that creep.

...

I'm dead tired when I get to my apartment.

I reach for my keys going to unlock the door.

Wait...

Where the hell are my keys?

Didn't I grab them this morning?!

Damn and I had Jules lock the door.

Great I'm going to have to find somewhere to stay for the night, since the super doesn't even live in the area and won't answer calls after ten.

I open up my phone and search my contacts, looking for someone I could stay the night with.

Ten calls later.

Great. Nothing.

I look down to my phone and notice one I hadn't even considered.

Fuck it. Why not?

I dial the number.

"Sup!" The voice answers happily.

"I may have forgotten my keys this morning and am now locked out of my house, I was wondering if I could stay the night?" I ask nervous for their answer.

There is an audible pause of silence over the phone.

"Sure." They speak into the phone softly.

"Thanks Ari." I say before hanging up the phone.