Cleo's POV.

I sigh as I sit in one of the booths the coffee shop has and look around the place. Cameron throws his jacket over my shoulders and I furiously wipe the tears that just will not stop rolling down my cheeks. I am sure I look ugly right now, my make-up smeared. I probably look like a clown standing in the rain, whilst his make-up washes off.

The police vans and cars that are parked outside the place is all it takes for me to burst out into uncontrollable sobs. Cameron caresses my shoulder using his thumb whilst whispering soothing words like 'it will be okay' or 'you are okay now'.

The breeze that comes in from the door that keeps opening and closing because of cops walking in and out, makes me shiver uncomfortably. A cop is now asking us questions that we obviously cannot answer. This is all just so annoying and I really want to go home.

You are probably wondering what the hell is going.

Well, let me enlighten you.

All it all started with a nice cup of steaming hot coffee and strawberry latte. . .

(Flashback)

"So, what are you craving?" Cameron asks and check over the cute little menu.

"Hmm, how about a strawberry latte please, and ask them to add extra strawberries." I smile up at Cameron and look down shyly. I hear him chuckle and he rubs my shoulder.

"Don't be shy to ask for extra strawberries."

"What makes you think I'm shy?"

"Oh, I just assumed since you looked down like you were embarrassed."

I look back up at him, feeling my cheeks heat up. My skin is a light tan colour, so you can see that my cheeks are a light pink. I can feel it.

I can hear the sarcasm in his voice and it sounds so sexy that it makes my knees go weak. How can someone's voice sound so sexy when sarcastic? This isn't the first time he was sarcastic, but it is the first time I notice that his voice has such an effect on me.

I feel so small with him hovering over me while standing there. I feel like a mouse under his intense playful stare.

"Well then, you assumptions were correct, because I was shy." I giggle out, looking around the small coffee shop and see people staring at us with envy and adoration, that it makes me cower. I've never been one for attention and if possible, never will like attention, especially if it's from strangers.

"There you again with your shyness," Cameron chuckles and I let out a few giggles, not being able to stop myself. "Hey," he crouches down in front of me, taking my hand in his,"you," he points a finger at me, "do not need to be shy around me. Okay? I don't judge people. I think it's cute that you are warming up to me and I would like it very much if you would be yourself around me."

My heart starts hammering inside my chest. A guy has never spoken to me like that and I admire that about Cameron. He is so sweet and patient even if I don't know much about this mysterious handsome specimen.

"Okay. I'll be myself around you. But, I warn you, Cammy Boy, I'm as crazy as anyone can get," I raise my brow at him and smile innocently, "don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't say you didn't warn me."

He laughs out and I smile before ushering him to go buy my strawberry latte with extra strawberries. I watch as he walks to the counter, his right hand shoved into his pocket. His t-shirt is tight around his defined muscles, making him look built.

I gawk at his broad shoulders that's being hugged by a white t-shirt and how much his shoulders are tense as the lady behind the counter tries to flirt with him by batting her eyelashes.

Geez lady, get a grip.

She has short trimmed red hair just above her shoulders. Her eyebrows are perfectly plucked, it looks drawn by how perfect it is and I suddenly feel so self-conscious of my own. She has way too much blush if you ask me but the make-up itself is light and pretty.

Her heart shaped face fits beautifully with her short hair. She's skinny and her chest is flat. I see tissues sticking out from the tight tank top she is wearing and I smile at myself for at least having a chest.

The lady behind the counter suddenly frowns and looks around the cafe. I look around as well, trying to see what she's looking for. Her eyes land on me and starts shooting daggers me. What's your problem redhead? I so desperately want to ask her but I refrain from doing so and smile at her.

She narrows her eyes before turning back to Cameron. Whatever she was thinking right now, would have been good for show. Not for me, but for her. Wait? I've got a theory. Is it because she is. . . jealous? No, of course not. She's beautiful and she would never be jealous of me. I can't help but think so.

After two thousand and one glares from the redhead, I finally got my strawberry latte—with extra strawberries, might I add. I thanked Cameron a million times for paying even though I insisted.

He told he is taking me out on a date, not the other way around. I feel like I've known Cameron for so long and like we've been like this for more than three weeks.

Cameron turns to me and a genuine smile spreads across his face as he says, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back okay?" He takes my hand in his places a kiss on it, and I nod.

When he is out of view, I suddenly feel so lonely as I take my phone out to check my messages.

Two messages from Mason.
Seven missed calls from Mackenzie.
A few voicemails from. . .Kevin?

Why is Kevin still texting me? And how did he text me if I blocked him? I decide to ignore him and enter Mason's message box.

Mason: I need help! Cleemase! Cleemase! There is an alien apocalypse in my room, Clee! I need help!

Mason: Oh wait nevermind, it's just André and his big ass head. Thanks for your help lil sis!

A half-hearted chuckles escapes my lips and I quickly type back a message.

Me: Mason, don't you ever use Cleemase for something that isn't important. You're going to scare me!

Cleemase is mine and Mason's pen names put together to form an emergency keyword. Whenever one of us are in danger or remotely close to it, we will call or text, using Cleemase as a way to tell each we need help, no one knows about our emergency keyword and it's good, because we use it and no one will know what it means.

Mason: only now you decide to text me back? What happened two hours ago when you didn't reply? What if the aliens decided it was time to get Mason freaking Smith?

Me: you're over-exaggerating Mase.

Mason: No I am not! Anyways, where are you? You said you were probably going to the cafe.

Me: I'm out with Cameron.

Mason: Oh, say hi to him for me, will ya'?

Me: Sure!

I decide to call Mackenzie but her phone goes straight for voicemail. I try another ten times, but she isn't picking up. She will call me when she gets my missed calls.

"Hi there beautiful." I hear someone say from the beside me, the voice having a little bit of a British accent.

"Uhm, hey?" I say, looking up at him then to my phone in hopes that he will leave.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone in the middle of a coffee shop?"

I decide to ignore him. I want him to leave and never look back again. Whoever this guy is, better stay away before I give him a piece of my mind. Okay, maybe be not but still, I can throw insults at him in hopes that he will think I'm a little crazy woman and leave.

"Not talking?" He takes my phone and puts it down on the table. When I try to reach for it, he pulls it away and I grimace at him.

"Give me my phone back!" I hiss at him for being so disrespectful especially to someone who does not know.

"Now you want to talk?" He raise a brow mockingly and chuckles, "well, if that's how this is going to be, I guess I'll have to keep the phone in hopes that we'll start talking."

"What do you want? No–who are you and what do you want?"

"Well, my name is Henry and I just want to buy you a coffee." He says, pointing his head to the lady behind the counter taking orders.

"I don't need you to buy me coffee, I have got my own."

"That's not coffee."

"Do you got a problem with it?"

"Hmmm, feisty, I like it." He says, biting down onto his lip with a smirk playing on his lips. Whatever this guy wants, he is not getting. His annoying and disrespectful. An asshole to say the least.

To make matters worse, the guy takes my hand in his and starts using his thumb to caress my knuckles, his eyes staring intently at me. He is still holding my phone above his head, behind him using his other hand.

Just then, my phone gets swiped out of his hand I hear him mumble a few incoherent words and looks at the person who took it. I look up and see a very angry looking Cameron, his muscles tense under his t-shirt.

I know this is not the time, but damn he looks beautiful in a muscular way. The way his jaw is clenched in a sexy way and looking desirable under the small dim light of the coffee shop. Goddamn!

I was so caught up in gawking at Cameron's angry and sexy form that I didn't see the fists being connected to jaws. I quickly get up, trying to move out of the way as chairs screeching sounds fills the cafe and each of them getting the upper hand.

Cameron pushes Henry up against the counter as people start rushing out the doors, not wanting to be involved in any of this mess.

Just then, two security guards make their way to the scene, trying to pull Cameron off Henry as Henry tries to get at Cameron.

When the guard are finally able to get them off each other, I'm staring at Cameron's beaten face. My blood boils to the extent that I really want to get my own blow out of Henry.

Cameron tries to make his way over to me but guard #1 has a good grip on him. I rush over to him and I guess my frantic words make him say the next,

"You're cute when you're worried!"

Seriously? He looks like a bodybuilder beat his face himself. Even though Cameron is pretty muscular.

"How can you say that after what just happened? Are you okay?" I can't help it as my eyes starts filling with unshed tears.

"Please, don't worry about me, just tell me what that guy was doing with you?' He asks, his eyes pleading with me.

So I tell him and the guard everything. How he first came up to me. Flirted. Took my phone and started touching me without my consent. How all this just makes me so angry and sad at the same time.

After I told them everything, the cops arrived and now I'm sitting on a stool, crying my eyes out as Cameron desperately tries to soothe me.

(End Of Flashback)

"So there is nothing you can tell us about Henry?" The cop asks and I groan, furiously nodding my head.

He smiles before getting up and walking away from us. Cameron's hand caresses my lower back and I sigh before leaning into him.

Cameron has been suggesting we continue our day but without coffee or lattes. That wouldn't make a difference if you ask me.

I don't know what's going on these days and I'm scared to find out what's next to come.

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