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This is something I just randomly wrote one day and I want you to tell me if you want me to upload more of this story. 

Really sorry if you were expecting a 'Norah & Daniel' upload. And just a heads up, this story is completely different from it.

So anyway, here is the first chapter. Please please please tell me if I should continue or not.

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Chapter1- The 4B Guy

"A grande extra hot soy with extra foam, split shot with a half squirt of sugar-free vanilla, three pumps hazelnut and a half squirt of sugar-free cinnamon, a half packet of splenda. Oh, and keep it at 160 degree."

'Okay? Say what?'

I stared at the Paris Hilton wannabe standing in front of me with her perfectly threaded eyebrow raised, probably a reaction to my completely judging expression. But could you really blame me for it? The clock was ticking close to ten pm and this chick wanted me to make whatever hocus-pocus magical potion she had just designed in her mind.

You know one of the most annoying things that you can ask a barista to do, in addition to order from the 'secret menu', was to order a complicated drink, that you've clearly ripped from Pintrest, just before closing time.

Anyway, back to work.

"Your name?" I asked in a mono-tone, trying my best not to come out as bitchy.

"Nikesha," she replied throwing her blonde extensions behind her shoulder.

'A fancy name? Why am I not surprised?'

I rolled my eyes in secrecy but I guess she caught it because then I heard her call me a bitch under her breath.

Nothing I hadn't heard before.

I started preparing her order with as much details as I could remember.

Since there wasn't any line behind her, the girl kept standing in front of the counter, waiting for her order with impatience that I could sense by the rapid tapping of her stilettos clad feet against the polished wooden floor which was annoying the bejesus out of me. 

"That would be five fifty five," I told her, setting the cup on the counter.

After rummaging through her expensive looking bag, she paid for her coffee and left the store without saying thank you or even bothering to offer me a smile for making her coffee.

You just gotta love these kind of customers. Sarcasm.

"Come on Carrie, let's go," Brittany said, taking off her of her green apron. "I asked Anna to close the store tonight."

"Don't you know never to ask for any favors from Anna. She'll own you for it," I responded in a low voice with a disapproving look and then took off my apron too.

"Oh, please! As if the bitch can manage to do that," Brittany replied with an eye roll, not even caring for the fact that Anna might be listening to our conversation.

That was just how Brittany was. Loud and blunt. But that girl had two personalities because when it came to guys she was just a flirting and giggling hot mess. She was that girlfriend in those rom-coms movie that the main guy has before his real sweetheart comes into the picture. Too desperate and too clingy. And this analysis of mine was structured after being her neighbor for almost two years.

We walked out of the store and I inhaled the city's polluted air which actually felt like a great escape from the smell of the store. Trust me, if you work in a coffee shop then the smell starts to feel nauseating really soon after you're surrounded by it for hours.

"You know I'm telling you if one more bratty teenager orders a Frappe, I'm going to jump over the counter and whoop their asses," Brittany ranted and I nodded without even actually listening to her.

You know what's worse than having a low paying job as a barista? Talking about it.

So I mentally blocked her story and did what I did everyday during the walk to my home.

Thinking about my life.

It wasn't like it was bad if you ask me. Tough? Yes. But bad? I didn't think so.

Yes, my job practically paid me peanuts and I had already asked for financial help from my parents so many times that my level of non dependency in their eyes was in negative figures. But someday it was all going to be worth it. Someday, this crappy job and my even crappier apartment would be gone. But all of that was going to be possible only if I would be able to make my way through the medical school which was sucking money from my bank account harder than my aunt Penny sucks jelly from a doughnut.

After having completed the half the distance to the building, Brittany parted ways saying that she suddenly had to meet a guy.

Typical Brittany behavior.

It took me twenty more minutes to reach my apartment. That was a downside of having your workplace on the other side of the city, it took a lot of time to commute but since it was the only job that adjusted well in my schedule, I was in no position to complain.

As soon as I reached the second floor, I heard my landlord's voice dripped in a heavy Chinese accent, combined with the sound of knocking of a door. "Miss Oakie, open the door! I know you're in there."

Hearing my last name, I hid behind one of the huge wood cartons that belonged to the occupants of 4B who weren't done moving in even after a whole weak.

I hadn't paid last month's rent and he was there to collect it.

I know, I looked like such a cheapstake here but I was flat out broke. I hardly had any money to buy food and trust me, at some point of time I had even thought of actually living in a cardboard box on a street side but after concluding that it would be just too extreme, I'd decided on living this life of zero self respect which consisted of hiding from my landlord for rent.

After a while Mr. Jiang got tired of futilely assaulting the door, and then retreated back to his apartment on the first floor but not before muttering something in Chinese which I'm sure were profanities meant for me.

Just my life.

Making sure that it was now safe to come out of my hiding, I slid my key into the keyhole and swiftly slid inside the apartment without making any noise.

Using my left hand, I flipped the light switch and my off white colored one bedroom apartment became visible. I could literally see every corner of the house standing in front of the door, excluding the tiny bathroom of course .

Without even bothering to change my clothes, I flopped on my bed taking a relieved sigh that the day was over and pretty soon the weak was going to be too.

Ah, how much I adored the weekends when I was finally able to get some sleep.

I was still immersed in having happy thought about the weekend when I felt something suddenly jump on my tummy and I let out an 'oomph'.

I rose my head to see my cat, Shadow, curled up comfortably on my stomach.

"Hey, Shadow. How was your day?" I hugged the cat and stroked its white fur.

I know, white fur so why the name Shadow, right?

Well that was because I wanted some kind of revenge from the world. You see, my last name is Oakie on which my parents had no control over so I don't blame them for it but it was out of my thinking capabilities to understand why they had decided over Carrie as my first name. Seriously, Carrie Oakie? I mean why? You have no idea how much I was made fun of, all through my school and uni life. It was a good thing that I was that kind of person who didn't give a damn about other people's opinions, otherwise I'm sure I would have needed some pretty serious counselling. 

And even absurd was my parents' reason for choosing a name that undoubtedly had the ability to go down in the history of worst names of all times. You want to know what it was? It was because they thought a unique name would help my career as a country singer because that's what they wanted me to become. I still remembered their horrified faces when I had announced that I wanted to be a surgeon. Judging by the gasps and the shaking of the heads that came my way, one would think that I had just declared that I wanted to be a stripper instead.

But the only thing I took comfort in was that at least I wasn't as unfortunate as my elder sister, Cherry Oakie.

I often found myself thinking that my parents' only reason to adopt children was because they were bored with their lives, because otherwise didn't have a single parental bone in their bodies.

So anyway, when Brittany had handed me the cat that was a gift from her then boyfriend, even though she was allergic to any kind of furry animal, I had gotten a cruel idea and named the white creature Shadow.

Scooping Shadow in my hands, I placed him on my bed and got up from my bed to take a shower and finally change out of my sweaty clothes.

After a quick shower, I settled down on my bed and sprawled all my the books from which I had to prepare for the huge test coming up next week.

Two hours later, I was already drooling on the pages of the thick books and the sudden ring of my phone, notifying me that I had a new message, made me jump on my position.

Lazily, I stretched my hands over to the edge of the bed where my phone was lying. Shadow cracked open one eye and then closed it again, going back to his never ending state of slumber.

Tonight was fun ;)- Brittany

'Umm what?'

I think you had a dream about me again- Carrie

I typed hurriedly and pressed the send button. It didn't even take her a whole minute to reply.

Omg! That text was so not meant for you. But just FYI I had a great night. ;) - Brittany

I rolled my eyes reading the message.

Please don't make me question myself again why I'm friends with you. - Carrie

Oh loosen up, nerdie ;)- Brittany

Giving another eye roll at her over use of winky faces, I tossed the phone back to the bed and closed my books. Since my current concentration was already broken, I decided on taking a break by procrastinating a bit on YouTube.

Sliding my age old laptop from the side table, I pressed the power button and then connected it to the wifi.

Now I know you must be questioning how I managed to afford having a wifi connection when I didn't have any money to even buy food. That was because, my priorities in life were a bit screwed. Internet was just one thing that was equivalent of oxygen for me. Or twisting the words of Augustus Waters, I was not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasures of life, at least the ones that I could manage by adjusting my food and rent bills here and there.

From my bookmark tiles, I clicked on the Youtube one and the web browser tried to load, before showing the message that it was unable to connect to the site.

Slightly irritated, I made several attempts but failed every time. I was then notified that my balance for the limited data plan had reached the nil point.

The internet speed had been down for the past weak but I hadn't given much thought about it. Now, I was no computer genius but I understood that unless my cat had suddenly developed super amazing intellectual skills and had been using internet in my absence, then this only meant one thing.

My wifi was under attack!

Oh God, this wasn't happening! I could live without food for days, I could live without having bought a new dress for almost a year. I could deal with just about anything but not this. 

'Nobody, and with that I meant nobody messes up with my internet time.'

Grumbling, I took my laptop in my lap and after trying for half an hour to see which other devices were connected to my wifi network, I finally succeeded.

Except my laptop's name 'Karaoke', one other name appeared on the list.

The_4B_guy

The 4B guy? Besides being a thief, the guy was obviously pretty unimaginative. I let out a snort at the ridiculous user name but then remembered that I had to do something about it.

About the guy, not his username.

Parading out of my apartment, I stormed towards the apartment which belonged to my culprit. I hadn't even seen who had moved in the apartment, and they had already registered their name in my mortal enemy list.

I rapped on the door furiously, not caring that it was past midnight and that they could be sleeping. I was just too mad to be courteous.

"Open up, you jerk!" I yelled like a hysterical woman.

I was still yelling on top of my lungs when the door swung open and a middle age woman came into view with a very displeased look.

"Yes? How may I help you?" she asked in a tight tone. I analyzed her from head to toe. She was wearing a deep blue power suit and judging by her perfect composure and all, no one would say that she would be the kind of person who steal other people's wifi. But apparently she had, and I wanted some explanation.

My eyes went up to her face again only to her judging my attire like I was doing a moment ago and her slightly raised eyebrows told me that she didn't like what she saw.

"Yes. Are you the 4B guy?" I asked trying best not to snap at her.

"Excuse me?" She gave me a look like I was imbecile or something.

"Who's it, Meryl?" a deep masculine voice came from inside the apartment.

"A young lady who I think wants something from you," she replied looking inside and exerting the word 'lady'.

Needless to say, I didn't like this woman.

"Alright, you can go now. It's late. I'll see who it is," the man told Meryl and the volume of his voice kept increasing with his word, indicating that he was approaching.

Nodding to herself and giving me quizzical look, Meryl sauntered off with her kitten heels making a clacking a noise against the floor.

I was still watching walk away when the same voice from earlier caught my attention, "Yes?"

I whipped my head towards the source in a fast motion and I'm sure my eyes bulged a little wider as soon as they focused on the guy standing at the door with his arms crossed.

'Well, hello hotness!'

Shamelessly, I checked out the modern day Adonis dressed in a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and formal pants. His dark hair looked messy and were falling just above his glassy blue eyes.

'Houston, Houston, we have problem. I am afraid my ovaries are gonna explode.'

Not getting his reply, the hot guy raised both his eyebrows and even such a small action was just so god darn attractive.

'Boom!'

"Are we done having our intense silent moment yet?" he asked using his swoon worthy deep voice and I was so ready to faint like those chicks in old movies with a hand on my forehead but then I smelled something that I didn't like; sarcasm.

'No one throws a sarcastic comment on my way and gets away with it, especially if they are the culprit of my innocent wifi.'

"Yes, I would like to know the reason why you have been stealing my wifi like a shameless prick?" I asked, using my sweeter than a caramel Mocha voice.

He was taken back by my answer. "I've been stealing your what?"

I sighed dramatically. "Wi-fi. You know, a wireless networking technology that allows computers and other 'electronicy' stuffs to connect to the internet."

"I know what a wifi is," he told me, slack-jawed.

"Good for you. Now tell me why you stole mine, you audacious monster," I demanded for an explanation.

"I didn't steal your wifi," he asserted, looking at me like I was missing my brain.

So not only was he a non creative thief, with looks which belonged in a Hollywood blockbuster, but he was also denying that he had committed a sin.

The nerves!

"Okay bitch, you have lied enough and I've heard enough. Confess what you have done or else I know other ways to make you." I was started to get disgruntled now.

Somehow the Mr. blue eyes found my threat amusing and he smirked.

He smirked! Unbelievable!

"Well if that's the case, I'm all eager to experience your 'other ways'," he answered quoting the words with his fingers and with his smirk in place, he slammed the door in my face.

'Oh no you didn't!'

"You don't know who I am and you can't even imagine what I can do to you," I yelled at the closed door.

"Trust me, babydoll, I'll be imagining all about it," he retorted back from inside and I scoffed at his disgusting comeback.

Stomping my foot on the floor, I walked back to my apartment with steam escaping from my ears.

I took Shadow in my lap and like the villain in a gangster movie, I combed its fur with my fingers and a sinister smile appeared on my lips.

"Oh neighbor, you are so gonna pay for this."

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