The End.

It had been two days since my last run in with the arsonist guys. I had gathered about 2 grand but I was nowhere near getting the rest of the money. All of my money was in a trust that I couldn't access for another ten years. I hadn't slept in days. I had been brainstorming ideas for how to get the money and gone through about four bags of coffee. Which reminded me, I was out of coffee beans. Maybe a walk was what I needed. I could use a break from this apartment. So I grabbed my wallet and began to make my way down to the coffee shop.

The coffee shop smelled delicious as always, and was filled with hipsters on their MacBooks. I scanned the room while I waited in line to make sure the men from the van weren't in sight, when I noticed Jessie sitting on one of the loveseats by herself. Oh my god, she probably followed me here. How did she know I was gonna be here? And then a man wearing a striped V neck sat down in the love seat with her. He was alright, he had some scruff on his chin and skinny pants. Definitely a hipster. But what did he want with Jessie? And what did Jessie want with him? They weren't together. No, definitely not. No one like that would ever want Jessie, she was cute, in her own way I suppose but definitely not the hipster's type. He probably likes girls who wear red lipstick and wear shoelaces for a belt. But then, he leaned in to kiss her and oh my god, they were making out in the middle of the coffee shop. My whole body felt hot, I don't know why though, it's not like I was jealous or something.
"Sir?" the woman at the counter interrupted my staring.
"Oh yeah. I'll just take this bag of coffee," I responded as I handed her a ten dollar bill.
"Thank you, have a good day," it sounded like she said but I couldn't be sure. I was distracted by the fact that the dirty hipster still had his hands all over Jessie. But they finally broke apart, Jessie scanned the room; her cheeks were hot pink, almost like she was embarassed. Her eyes met mine, and I realized she had just caught me staring. I never noticed how blue her eyes were before. It was almost pretty. She mouthed "Hey," and waved, until the hipster interrupted and pulled her back into his gaze. I was feeling hot again, and I needed to get out of that damn coffee shop.

I hurried out of the store, as if my life depended on it. Why was I so hot? And why was Jessie so hot? Had she always looked like that and I just hadn't noticed? Who the hell was that guy anyway, she was supposed to be obsessed with me.

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Two more days passed, and still no progress. All I could think about was everything but how to get this money. I thought about my dad, I thought about Jessie, I thought about the band. The band. It had been weeks since I had played with them, or even talked to any of them for that matter. I wish there was something I could do to make things right. I knew I needed to swallow my pride and apologize, but I didn't know if that would be enough. What I had done was completely selfish, just like everything else I had done in the past few years.