The coffee house was silent and i was creeped to the bones. The coffee house, that i am currently in is situated at a disclosed area, hidden by trees. In the morning, it looks extremely romantic, with all the beautiful leaves falling, feeling the floor, like a green carpet.  but at night, it turned into an alley, where you run when you see someone with a cape. 
            It has been five hours, waiting for my Sister to show up. she said, she would pick me up from work and the coffee house closes soon and i was scared. I really needed to work.
Earn my self some money, so that i don't need her.
I sat, at the corner in my uniform wishing i could blend with the wallpaper with the way things were turning out. When lovers and normal people came in, is in the morning, the night is where the hoodlums to the thieves roam the coffee house and i was seen this with my own eyes. 
Some looked normal, until they dug into their pockets for cash and some guy put money crumpled with keys and a pocket knife with a gun and cold shiver ran up my arm.

    When he came in, my jaw swept the floor, when every one hooted calling out to him, like he was at the star at the hoodlum walk of fame...
I have seen him. He is in my school. Every girl wants him, day dream about him. When he walks in the hall, a hush creeps in and he would walk by. 
Rumors said, that he was AL PACINO'S grandson but whoever started the rumour was stupid. Al Pacino was fiction...wasn't he?
anyway when they said Al Pacino meaning he was in the Mafia but Mafia really? He looked Asian than Italian.
He must have a distance Asian relations because he has got the most beautiful eyes ever!!
He had the cars...he could fight...Martial Arts and take someone out as if he was after a bounty. Why i talk like this?
Too much tv and books makes me a little bit older than normal, in the brains. 
Some say that i am mature for my age when it comes to information but reality base...i am crap.
back to him.
Guys wanted either to stay away from him or be his friend. Have you heard that word people keep saying. "Look for the toughest kid in the playground, make nice, and you are set for life." 
This is what some want to establish but for the past three years, he has two friends and two friends only.
His name is Cabe Thorn. y name, i know.
He has broken rules that could take him to Juvenile detention right after expulsion but he has never been caught or he has never been snitched on.
Either way... he is as bad as they come and i ducked my head, looking outside the window and then turned to my phone screen as i started typing my best friend Holly, telling her my location in case something happens to me.

The waiting was so looong...
when the desk shook and i froze before peering up and my heart lurched into my throat as he sat across. 
The guy wasn't buffed. He was what people called lanky. A very handsome lanky with hair so beautiful curled over his head and the lips..he had the lips and a smile, i have heard girl sigh.
He was a six feet height and man, did i have a thing for height.
He was staring at me with those eyes and leaned back, stretching his long legs and smiled.
"you are in the Duke uniform, yet i have never seen you before." 
Right, like you remember a girls face. Mine was a forgetful face, i have to admit.
Nothing about me is fancy just my hair, got from my great mom!
i sighed "i have."
He grinned "i bet you have."
cocky bastard.
I sighed, looking at my watch, then my phone...damnit, Wendy!!!
Taking a deep breath, peering at him again and this time he was holding a can of soda, seeping his plush lips just added a large red spot on my cheek and he grinned...
Annoying Bastard and then the phone rang!!
Wendy's name on the screen was like the Angels singing and i picked up. 
"i am out side, lets go home."
Oh wow...staring at the phone and looked across to see him still intently staring at me and i grabbed my bag and umbrella and sighed.
"see you around." i said and left the coffee house as first as i could.