Wrong Again

'Where is he?' I wondered

I was sitting at a small booth near the cafe window staring at the Autumn leaves falling to the ground, it was a beautiful day I had to admit, but where in the world was he.

Yesterday after I had texted James saying I would hear him out he asked me to meet him at the cafe near school at 6:30 A.M to talk, so here I was, sitting and waiting.

"You want that drink to go?"

I looked up to see one of the waiters smiling at me, it was a guy, he seemed to be about my age, he had chocolate brown hair and pale blue eyes.

"I'm waiting for someone" I replied

"Not to get your hopes up but you've been waiting here for about an hour I don't think your'e friend's gonna show, I was just trying to be nice when I asked if you wanted your drink to go cause my boss wants you out of here" he said with an awkward smile.

I looked down at my lap embarrassed.

"Come on" he said holding his hand out, "I can take my break, you wanna go for a walk?"

I started to reach for his hand but hesitated, I only just met this guy, why should I trust him? 'You trusted James, why shouldn't you trust this guy' my brain argued, I hate it when my brain makes a point.

"Come on" he said again, a small smirk on his lips, his head tilted and eyes pleading,"What do you not trust me?" he teased

"I just met you, and I haven't even talked to you for five minutes, why should I trust you?" I countered

"Cause it's fun" he said with a shrug.

I stared at him, his hair was messy and had loose curls, he seemed to be about five inches taller than me, he was wearing faded black jeans and a long sleeve forest green sweater that was rolled up a bit. All to say he was cute, but did that mean I trusted him?

"Fine" I said as I clasped his hand

"Sweet, I'll go clock out" he said leading me towards the door before sprinting towards the cashiers desk and taking off his apron and name tag.

"Let's go" he said opening the door for me.

"Thanks"

"No problem" he said with a smile.

This was definitely new for me, I don't know what's getting into me this year, but I think I like it.

"You coming?" The fall wind blew his hair into his eyes, he casually raked his had threw his hair, putting it back into place. He made looking good look so easy, it wasn't fair.

"Don't worry weirdo, I'm coming." I said rolling my eyes.

"Then let's go, I don't got much time before class." He said swinging a bag over his shoulder

"I'm coming, I'm coming, do you know what patience is?"

"Yup" he said popping the 'P' "And?"

"Never mind." I huffed

"Perfect let's go!" He said grabbing my hand.

"Where are we even going?"

"Somewhere" he said with a shrug.

"Do you even know where we're going?"

"Maybe?" "Maybe not."

"So glad I'm trusting a random stranger." I said sarcastically

"You know my name's not stranger right?"

"No really? I totally thought it was"

"Nope, it's Adam" he said with a smile

"Nice?"

"And your name is?"

"Adda"

"Noice"

"Toit"

We both laughed

"You watch Brooklyn 99?" He asked

"Yea, my little brother's got me hooked on it"

"Nice, so you got siblings?"

"Yup, two of em, they're both annoying little bastards"

"Ha, I guess that's why people always say that I'm lucky to be an only child."

"No need to rub it in asshole"

"Ha!"

"Wait!" he turned around suddenly "Your name's Adda right?"

"Yes?"

"That means we could be the double A's! You'r Adda and I'm Adam, it's perfect!"

"Your like a little kid" I said rolling my eyes.

"But you didn't say no" he pointed out.

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

"What?" He turned around

"I have to get to school!"

"Oh, that's fine, I'll drive you, where do you go?"

"Why should I tell you that? I literally, and I have no idea how many times I've said this, just met you."

"Come on don't be like that, we're the double A's"

"Fine I'll let you drive me, and just because I don't want to be late."

"Great where do you go to school?"

"Vanguard High." I supplied

"Great! Let's go!" He said with a small smile.

We started back towards the cafe, it was nice, the weather was just the right amount of chilly and the leaves were the perfect shade of orange. I looked over to Adam, he had his hands shoved in his pockets, some curls fell into his eyes and he had a small grin plastered on his face, he had light skin that blended in with his eyes, he had a sweet and innocent look to him, it was nice.

"Here we are, let me take your bag" he said reaching out his hand

I almost placed my hand in his instinctively before snapping out of it and handing him my bag instead.

"Thanks."

"No problem"

We walked into the parking lot and headed over to an area with a sign that read 'Reserved For Employees'.

"Wheres your car?" I asked scanning the line of cars.

"Right there" he said pointing to a dark green Jaguar XJ

"No way that is your car." I said in disbelief.

"It is why?"

"How much do they pay you at the cafe, I might just start working there."

"Not much, the car was a gift from my dad." He said with a shrug

"So you're a trust fund kid?"

"Sorta I guess"

"Anyways what kind of music you like?"

"Um how about American Authors?"

"Come on, do you like Andy Grammar?"

"Yeah, he's good I guess." I replied with a shrug

"Great" he said with a smile

We rode in silence the rest of the way, Adam slightly humming to the music and me smiling while gazing outside the window.

"Well, this is your stop, nice meeting you and remember to stop by the cafe any time you want."

"Will do" I said with a light laugh

"See you later" I said waving

"Is that a promise?"

"Sure" I said smiling

"Adda!"

I turned around to see Emma running over

"Hey Ad's wait!" I turned around to see Adam jogging over with my backpack in hand

"Adda!" I turned around again to see Jackson walking towards me

"Bye Ad's" I turned (Again) as Adam handed me my bag and gave me a pec on my cheek

"WHAAAT!?" I heard Emma scream

"Calm down let me explain"

"Ada?" Jackson called

Ugh why was my life so complicated.