Love Me, Please
36. Starbxcks is the New War Zone

"You ready?"

We headed to the school parking area. Although I have refused many times, Kayden—my perfect boyfriend, or who was nicknamed my angel boyfriend by Marina— still kekeh want to take me to the place I chose for the first session of additional learning with Beckham. "Let's do this."

The distance between the school and our destination is approximately one minute, four minutes by foot. Therefore, not yet the car has been in the parking lot again, this time in front of one of the coffee shops that we often visit.

At three o'clock less in the afternoon, lovers of caffeinated drinks are still faithfully waiting their turn to get the daily dose of concoction that has made the opium. Although not so dense, this place is always full of activity.

Beck was already at a table with two chairs in the corner of the room.

"Hi." Kusapa him after the distance is no longer so obvious.

"Gue was confused how you could study in such a crowded place."

Yes, it was I who chose Starbxcks as our study place. I like the atmosphere, the busyness around has a different effect with a quiet and quiet room that once managed to make me confused. Especially menu. Just look at the choices.

Then why? What's wrong with choosing this place if this is the place that triggers the feeling of happy?

"Well, fxck to you too, Xshole. At least you can say hello to people first before you start nagging," growled my angel boyfriend. Kayden leaned forward by laying on both arms. Now their noses are only a few inches apart. "And if I were lo, I'd keep my back. Because I don't want to deal with this anymore." He then raised his clenched right hand parallel to Beck's face.

The glasses guy glanced between Kayden's face and his fists. After that he nodded and exhaled. Thought me. "Perhaps in addition to having to adjust to the same lo, I also have to learn to get used to your boyfriend and his aggressive attitude, huh?"

What the heck? Don't tell me this thing's starting to get into trouble again. "Udah, Yang, don't be shaken." I mediate. I pulled Kay's hand until she got back up straight. "What the fuck, anyway? We're here to learn, yeah, not to jotos or fight. You promised me. So, please, can't we all be polite with each other first? Not until I get on the team and all this goes by."

Not really hoping for Beckham's understanding, I turned to Kayden. "Please, Honey. Do it for me?"

He immediately let out a long breath and exhaled. The scent of his favorite mint candy then swept across my face, giving a familiar, soothing sensation. "Okay. Okay. Anything for you." He kissed my forehead. "Sorry" he told Beck.

"Gue too." The guy replied with no less stupid time.

At least now they can both have a ceasefire. "Thank you."

Kayden's arms crept in and wrapped around his waist. "Yes, Yang, I'll go back to school again. Later on I'll pick up the practice, yeah." One soft kiss was anchored on my lips. "I love you, baby. See you later."

I surrounded his warm body with my arms. "I love you. I'll see you again."

Before moving on from there, Kayden still took the time to point at Beckham as if to deliver a warning through his fingertips.

Beck just looked at my lover with his eyebrows raised.

This time I nodded inexhaustibly. Basic male. Never could miss a chance to show off.

After Kayden's back could no longer be seen from where I was standing, I pulled up the chair across from Beck and sat across from him.

"Hi, Niki," she said.

Automatic my eyebrows climbing forehead. "It's not too late, yeah, get back to me now."

He shrugged his shoulders without guilt. "Seru just make a guy lo emotion."

I can't put the brakes on words coming out of my mouth. "Datan lo."

"Maybe." Beck readily agreed.

My gaze momentarily stopped on the face opposite me before shaking. Again. "okay, deh. Just jump. Where to start?"

"Have you read the book I loved yesterday?"

I brought out a book called. "Udah. Salfok I wrote the same. Very neat anjir."

A slightly restrained ripple sounded.

Beckham the obnoxious genius frowned. "Why did you say that?"

"Yes, the proof I've been reading all day yesterday, but there's nothing stuck in my brain." Well, maybe because I'm not too focused on reading it either, anyway. There are so many distractions from here and there. However, I'm definitely not going to tell that to Becky.

"Times?" ask wondered. I clearly don't believe what I'm saying.

"Why should I lie to you? I guess there's no other job. Anyway, right, the purpose of this study is so that I can get into the team again. So, there's no way I'm messing around and wasting chances, dong. This is our last year of school, Beck. The hello. This is my last chance to show who I am to Rockefeller High."

"Hm." He muttered.

"So, I've been lecturing at length the response from you just hm aja, is that it? Fucking shit, anyway, lo." I lied. There were not even times in the past where I tried to sort the words born from these lips.

"Hm-mm," he repeated.

Well, who would have thought that would be enough to make me bleed? "Udah, uh, ah. Ham-hem, just ham-hem. It's up lo. Come on, teach me!"

Beck is silent. He was busy looking at me with his dark eyes.

"Woy, Beck. Spate learning!" take me by force. I don't like the way I look at me.

He still stabbed me with his eyes.

"What, this is a child? Why do you worry about me like that?"

He maintained the direction of his vision.

"Oh, Beck! Don't be weird, you!" Really, his gaze made me very uncomfortable. I decided to go and order a drink. "Sinting. I'd like to order a drink first. You want what?"

Finally he ended the silence by expressing his order. "Iced americano. Here, my money," said the Strange while thrusting a piece of Benjamin.

I didn't move the bluish-colored paper. "Gue doesn't need money."

I intentionally waited for our order to be ready, lingering in front of the counter while wasting time. Dare not first it feels to quickly rejoin the guy. To be honest, I felt too uncomfortable facing his black eyes that.

"Seriously lo?" he sneered when he saw my drink.

"What?" I really don't understand where the derision came from.

"Lo often drink that?"

This kind? What does he mean by this is one of the greatest inventions of the century? "Emang why? I love it times."

"Damf. Worth it."

"What, anyway, Beck? Don't like to talk vaguely, deh."

"Lo aware of the same amount of sugar that you consume just with the ngabisin?" He looked at my Red Velvet Frappuccino with disdain.

"Gue this message because I realize I need the sugar intake, you know! Some of my brain wants to use to learn, and some of it I want to use to make lo!"

"Your statement has no point. If most are given sugar, your brain will overdrive, txlol."

What the fxck? "Sxtan really lo as good as jidatain me txlol!" my hardik.

"Yes, um txlol, right?"

To be continued ....