Unknown Mishaps

Chapter 8

KHIONE CYRA

I don't know how long I've been lost in thought, but all I know is that I'm speechless right now. A call from Jase was the last thing I wanted today.

Why did he call? What else does he want to talk about? I already told him I don't want to talk anymore so why is--

"KC? Are you still there? Baby, talk to me please."

I snapped out of my thoughts and cleared my throat, "I'm still here and please. Don't call me 'baby'. I'm not... I'm not your baby anymore."

"What happened to us, KC? I was gone for like... 2 months and you act up and tell me everything is over?"

Act up? The hell does he think he's saying?

"Act up? Jase. I've been telling you about Joelle for months. How I'm jealous she's always with you, how she's always hanging around you, how she always takes up your time and yet you..."

I did not manage to continue what I was saying because I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked up and blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall again.

"KC... it's... it's not... I'm not invalidating your feelings, but we work together. We... We're partners for crying out loud, KC. I... I don't understand--"

I cut him off, "Don't. Just... don't use that lame f*****g excuse to guilt trip me. If you loved me, you would do something -- anything -- to make me feel secure and reassured."

I got mad at his words, but not just that. I got mad at how stupid I was to believe that he cared about me, that he thought about me. He was only using work as his excuse to f**k me up and believe that he truly loved me.

It's already unfair that she works with you, but the fact that she's living with you under one roof? That's just messed up.

"KC. I love you, baby. I do, but I want that promotion so bad because I wanted a future with you. You were making it so hard for me, but I never gave up. I never gave up on us."

"Oh. f**k you, Jase. f**k you for blaming me and screw you for cheating on me with your ex-girlfriend. I know you're cheating on me, you despicable bastard." I hissed. I have never cursed that much in my life and it actually felt good.

"KC. Please. I'm not cheating on you. I love you. Please--"

I hang up. I blocked his number, deleted his messages and deleted all of our pictures. I blocked him on all my social media platforms and did not regret a thing. I didn't cry. No. I was too angry to cry.

No. You cannot f**k me up again, Jase. Never again.

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In the morning, I woke up feeling light and happy. I even woke up before my alarm and that made me even happier. I got out of bed, making sure I didn't wake up Reika.

I took a quick shower and wore my work uniform. I then tied my hair up in a bun and put a little bit of makeup on.

I suddenly remembered Raidon and his early morning coffee and his unstoppable chitchat. I hoped and prayed that he would ignore me today or that I would be too busy to talk to him. I didn't want my good mood to disappear early in the morning.

After breakfast, my dad drove me to work. We were lucky that we left early because my dad was getting lost. It's a good thing that I was there beside him reminding him that there was a GPS. If not, I could've gotten to work late.

When he dropped me off, I took off my seat belt and asked, "You promise you can get home on your own?"

"Yes. I can. Don't worry about me." He said confidently. I sighed and just got out of the car.

I watched my dad drove off and as I turned around to enter the shop, I bumped onto someone. I fell flat on my butt and I groaned, rubbing my forehead.

I felt like I hit a wall or something.

"s**t! I'm so sorry! I didn't know you'll turn around!"

"It's fine. I'm alright. Just--" My words were cut off when I looked up to see Raidon holding his hand out to me. I internally screamed.

"Here. Let me help you up." He said, concern etched on his handsome -- no -- his annoying face.

I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. I groaned and patted my backside.

"I saw you get out of the car and wanted to say hi to you, but you suddenly turned so..." He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"It's alright. I'm fine so don't worry about it." I said, kind of annoyed that he had to make me fall on my butt twice this week.

"Aren't you a little early today? The coffee shop doesn't open until 8." I raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed.

"Yeah. About that. I'm... kind of in need for some caffeine before work and was hoping that it would open early today so..." He trailed off and I sighed.

"I'll try to make you some, but don't judge. I'm not used to making coffee yet." I resigned to give him some of his needed coffee because he really looked like he needed one. ASAP.

I opened the shop and locked it again once we were inside. I started turning on the lights and the airconditioning.

"Wait here." I ushered him to sit by the counter and he did.

I dropped my bag in the lounge area and put on my apron. I got out to the counter and opened the cash register. After some time, I turned on the machines and began making his coffee.

"What coffee do you usually order?" I asked, walking up to him.

"I usually order my usual black coffee with just a touch of sweetness, but... I think I want something sweeter today. Do you mind being taken out?" He said, flirty and teasing.

I blinked at him, eyes wide and I could have sworn that I scrunched my nose in disgust.

"Black coffee with a little cream. Got it." I said nonchalantly. I heard him laugh out loud.

"You're not even fazed by my pickup line?" He asked in between laughter.

"No. Why would I be? It made me cringe." I replied, pouring his black coffee on a white mug.

I added a teaspoon of caramel syrup and a dash of cream. I placed the mug on a smaller plate and served it to him.

"You're actually the first girl to call my jokes cringe. I mean, usually, they'll say it's not funny or it's too old-school, but you... you're different."

"I get that a lot." I handed him some tissue, "Also, I'm not that different. Michie hates your gut."

"Yeah. She does. I get it, though. I was hitting on her when she got here, then she slapped me and said she has a boyfriend." He laughed, reminiscing the encounter he had with Michie.

"Sucks to be you then. If I were you, I wouldn't hit on every girl I see. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself I front of a lot of people." I huffed, cleaning a few mugs.

He sipped on his coffee and his eyes widened animatedly.

"Woah. This is one good coffee. I mean, it's still bitter, but the touch of sweetness just hits the spot." He took a sip of the coffee again.

I slightly blushed at his words and mumbled a soft 'thank you'.

I was only experimenting, though.

While he was drinking and savoring his coffee, I arranged the tables and chairs before opening up the shop. It was already 7:30 a.m. and I was still the only staff here. Just then, Michie entered along with Sandra, who strutted her way to Raidon.

Michie groaned, "Jerk. Does he really need to be this early? I hope he didn't bother you or gave you a hard time."

"It's fine. He just wanted a simple drink." I smiled at Michie.

We watched as he and Sandra talked. She was rubbing his bicep, which looked huge under his black sweater, by the way. I looked away when I realized that I was checking him out. I blinked at the floor.

In the name of Cupid, what the hell is wrong with me?!