I walked into a small café and walked up to the counter, not looking at anything but the floor. I had a hangover. Not too bad, but not small either. Yes, I know, I'm only 16 and I drink. Ya, it's bad, but I do it because I feel like it, I don't care. "What can I get you?" A boy's voice said. I didn't look up at him but replied "A small slice of coffee cake, and some hot chocolate, thanks," I sighed. "Ok, I'll be right back," He said, then walked off. I sat there, with an awful headache, just wanting some food. He came back a minute later and handed me my food. I looked up at him but he had already turned, and about to walk off. "Oh, You might want this too," He said, turning around and handing me some aspirin. He had blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, a beautiful smile, and all together he was just gorgeous. He seemed like he was about 17 or 18 years old. He leaned in and whispered to me. "Saw you at the bar last night. Don't worry though, I won't tell," He chuckled then walked off, leaving me the aspirin. I quickly took it, and pushed it aside, and started eating my food. Once I finished my food, I pushed my plate away and sighed. My headache was fading, so I was feeling much better. "All done?" The blonde boy asked me. "Oh, ah, ya. How much do I owe you?" I asked him. "Ten dollars and I'm going to need your phone number," He replied. I nodded my head and pulled out my wallet. I got out ten dollars and handed it to him. "Now, what's your phone number?" He asked. "___-___-____." I said. "Ok, thanks I'll call you tonight," He smiled, then walked off. I smiled, and giggled a bit. I stood up, and walked away. I started walking down the street when my phone started ringing. I took it out of my pocket and answered it. "Hey, this is the boy from the café, I forgot to ask your name." He chuckled. "Austin, what's your?" I asked. "Niall, wanna hang out at a club tonight?" He asked. "Sure, why not." I replied. "Ok, I'll meet you at The club on 9th street at 10:00. Sound good?" He asked. "Yah, see you then." I replied, then hung up. I put my phone back in my pocket and went home. I like this guy. First he tricks me into giving him my phone number, now he wants to hang out at a club, talk about being in the right place at the right time. Most teens my age would have said no, because under-age drinking is of course illegal, but I don't care. If I went to jail, at least I'd be able to visit my Mom. She went to jail because she did drugs, and was dealing drugs. I now live with my awesome Dad. He's awesome because he lets me take as much money as I want from him. Sense it's just the two of us, in such a small house, and he has such a good paying job, we've got quite a bit of money. That's why I can afford to spend so much money at clubs and bars. Even though he is awesome though, he doesn't want me drinking, so he has no idea I do, he thinks I go shopping for hours, Ha, as if.
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