Starbucks and Sarcasm

[Morigan]

Mel sighed as she turned the corner. The Starbucks came into view just a few yards away. Finally, she thought to herself. She'd spent the day filling out paperwork applying to be one of the new Teacher's Assistants in the English department...the pay would really help her out this year.


As she reached the door to the cafe, she pushed her dark sunglasses up on top of her head, keeping her long dark hair out of her face. She gave her eyes a moment to adjust to the dimmer lighting inside and headed to the counter to order.


"One passionfruit green tea lemonade, please," she said as she dug through her purse for her wallet.


"Name?" the cashier asked.


"Melanie," she said as she paid for her drink and went to sit at a small table in the corner. She dug her laptop out of her bag and began reviewing her assignments for the week while she waited for her drink.


A few minutes passed and 'Melanie!' rang out from behind the counter, so she stood up and quickly retrieved her tea, before heading back to her seat.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan had already been late twice for his Japanese class. It wasn't like he didn't care, he just had a lot more on his plate then he had thought he would. He had his shift at the hospital, part time, since he had school and night shift at that. He had is BSN classes and additional foreign language classes, Japanese and Tai for now.


Rushing into the Starbucks, his sight was blocked slightly when he went through the store, and his first step, landed him bumping into a brunette with sunglasses. He braced himself for a scream, and quickly apologize, “Sorry.” Noticing that her shirt was soaked with whatever she got, he could say to her.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie groaned as she felt her tea spill all down her front. "Are you serious?" she asked angrily. The red from the passionfruit tea was spreading in an ugly stain all across her white shirt. She looked up from her ruined clothes to the person who had crashed into her. "What the heck, dude?" she snapped, her free hand on her hip. "This is a disaster..."

 

[Matreania]

"I said sorry, it was an accident. "Dylan snapped, it was a little much for her to go crazy for. "I'll pay you for the cleaning, if that's the problem. " he rolled his eyes. He really didn't have time for this. "But I really don'thave time right now."He moved passed her, too grab a water, and pay for it.

 

[Morigan]

"I don't need your money," she said. "I need you to pay attention to where you're going!" She watched him walk away from her after rolling his eyes and she was tempted to chuck the now empty cup in her hand at the back of his head. Deciding that throwing things in a public space was not the best idea, she just tossed it in the trash and went to collect her other things.


As she walked behind him to get to the door to leave she said in an exaggerated voice: "Okay...I'm walking by you to the door. Try not to knock me down or anything." She glared at him and continued by.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan let out a deep sigh, as he opened the door. Leaving he was back to rising, but that girl. She just rubbed him the wrong way, his mood switched from rushing to just annoyed.


By the time he reached class his annoyance was clear. He slammed his backpack on the table, seating down, before class started. Startling the students already there, before the teacher walked in. Dylan pushed the thought in the bank of his mind and focused on class. If she never saw her again it would be too soon.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie glared at everyone on her way back to her dorm. She knew she looked ridiculous, a giant red stain covering her front side. That guy had ruined her perfectly good day. She huffed as she made her way through her closet, looking for another shirt that would match her outfit. Finding one she smiled a bit, the first time since being spilled on.


As she headed back to the English building for her afternoon class, she consoled herself with the thought that at least she'd probably never have to see him again.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan managed to spend all class period, in class. His physical and mental self focused on the topic presented his way. But after class he had to meet with an English teacher about a paper.


He dreaded the idea. The English class was supposed to be a basic addition to his already literary vocabulary. He spoke in simple terms, but apparently his writing stretched the limit and didn't see to match his audience. He commonly wrote about the topic without stating a relationship with the audience or managing to allow them to keep up.


He was supposed to meet with his English teacher to start thinking of solutions to thus everlasting problem of audience focus. Dylan just didn't have a good flow with basic audience understand, as his teacher told him.


His papers were professional and intellectual but they like that emotional voice to show the person writing it, rather thenjoy just the idea. Dylan sighed as he headed for the English building, it just wasn't his day. Hopefully night shift would be better, then classes.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie packed up her belongings as they professor dismissed class for the day. "Melanie, I'd like to see you in my office for a moment, please," he called after her.


Curious as to why he needed to speak with her, Melanie entered his office and took a seat. "I know that last creative writing assignment was over the specified page count, but I-" she began but the Professor cut her off.


"Oh, that is fine. This isn't about that," he said. "It's about your TA application. You've been selected as the Teacher's Assistant for the English Department. Congratulations."


Melanie smile wide when she heard his words. This would be great, the money would really help her out this year. "That's so awesome. When do I start?" she asked.


"Tonight, actually," the professor said as there was a knock on his door.

 

[Matreania]

"Come in." In heard from inside. So Dylan opened the door to find the teacher with another student. And not just any student, that girl. It was her again, he had hoped to never have to see her, ever again, but here she was.


With a heavy sigh, Dylan looked uncomfortable, turning to the teacher. "You wanted to see me?"


His teacher smiled, "I see you have meet Miss Blake." his teacher stated then turned the the girl, "He usually don't show any feelings when he sees someone he doesn't know."


"Sir, I have shift in an hour in a half." Dylan interrupted.


"Right, you did mention that. Mr. Michaels has a problem with establishing a personality in his papers. He is straight forward and uses facts to establish is papers. His vocabulary lacks a vary for his audience and he has a hard time connecting an emotions to his assignments. Miss Blake, I would like you to help Mr. Michaels to develop a personality in his work. Some play of words, lowering his vocabulary level and show some passion other then for the subject but also for the paper."


"What?" Dylan snapped, he knew his papers were unpersonal and that he wanted to see about getting Dylan's papers some personality, some individuality, but her. He wanted nothing to do with this girl or 'her' personality.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie turned to see who it was and immediately the scowl returned to her face. Him, ugh.


She was only half listening when the Professor told her she'd be helping him with his writing. "Are you serious?" she asked incredulously. Of all the people in the school and she was supposed to work with the jerk who'd spilled her drink all over her. "I really don't think that's the best idea."


"You wanted the TA position, and this is part of that," the professor said to Melanie. Then he turned to Dylan. "Ms. Blake is an excellent writer, very evocative in her mastery of language and ability to connect with the readers. She is one of the top students and will be helping you because I say so. Now- unless anyone has any further arguments...you are both free to go," he said as he opened his office door to let them out into the hall.


Melanie got up from her chair and left the office. Once in the hallway she stood waiting for Dylan, her arms crossed and face annoyed.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan rolled his eyes as he started to leave. This was beyond annoying. She was a crazied princess that bursted out at him, for an accident. Now she was going to help him develop a personality in his work. He couldn't think of a worse day in his history of existance.


When he stepped out she was waiting, he just didn't want to deal. Dylan let out an annoyed sigh and started walking down the hall, passing right by here.

 

[Morigan]

As he walked right by her, she narrowed her eyes and started to follow him. "Hey, jerk. Didn't you hear the professor?" She couldn't believe how rude this guy was.


"And unless you want to keep calling me 'Ms. Blake' we should probably introduce ourselves." She picked up her pace so she could cut him off his path. "Look, I don't like you, you don't like me. Let's just get this over with okay?"

 

[Matreania]

Dylan sighed, "I've already reach my limit. Can we not? I have work, this can wait for tomorrow. I don't even have class with him for another two days." He rolled his eyes and called back, as he walked away, "I'll be there all day tomorrow at noon. In the reference section. "

 

[Morigan]

"Ugh. Fine- whatever!" she said, spinning on her heel and leaving. If he wanted to be like that, fine. She could be just as big a pain in the ass as he could. She had tried to do the polite thing....he just made her want to scream-or throw things. Unfortunately neither option was acceptable behavior, so she stalked off, leaving him and heading to the cafeteria for dinner with her friends.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan sighed at work, going through patient charts he was going slowly. When his co-worker, Amanda popped up over his shoulder, her head hung over his shoulder as she smiled at him. Her hair hit the chart and covered what he had been doing. The brown of her hair was calming, but Dylan didn't find comfort in it. Amanda had a slight crush on Dylan, it was clear to everyone, and they told him. Dylan just didn't care, or at least that was what everyone thought.


"What are you doing?" Amanda asked, with a huge smiled.


"Patient reports for the next shift." Dylan said, turning to her.


"Want afterwards?"


"Going to wait for change shift, to go home."


"Oh, you only work until midnight right?"


"Yeah, I am taking a few classes so I need the time to study."


"I get that, I'm actually taking a break at midnight, do you want to grab something to eat?"


"No. I just want to go home, I didn't have a good day."


"What happened?" she sounded concerned, as she sat beside him on a chair. Usually Dylan kept his bad days to himeslf. Since his bad day was also going to be joining him tomorrow.


"I just had a bad experience with some spoiled girl. Apparently, she doesn't know what an accident is and now she gets to help me with my English class."


"Well, I can help you." Amanda offered cheerfully.


"No can do, We are both being forced into it. I have to."


"That sucks." she sounded slightly annoyed, but Dylan just brushed it off.


"I've got reports, and I rather not think about it."


"Oh, yeah. Sorry I was just curious. I'll see you later, ok?"


"Yeah." Dylan said, going back to his reports.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie sighed as she pushed food around on her plate.


"What's wrong Mel?" her friend Becca asked.


"Just this TA thing...I thought it'd be a great way to make some money this semester, and look good on me resumé, but the Professor has me working with this guy that's just a total jerk. You know he ran into me today, spilled my drink all down my shirt, and then acted like it didn't even matter? " She threw down her fork and gave up eating dinner, she was too annoyed.


"I'm sure it won't be that bad," Becca said. "Just don't have any drinks around while you work with him."


Melanie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that's super helpful."


After dinner, which she had barely eaten any of, Melanie went back to her room to finish up homework and get some studying in. She turned in early, feeling she would need to be extra rested to deal with that guy again tomorrow. She tossed and turned a bit before falling asleep.


The next morning she attended her classes without incident and headed to the library for the meeting a little before noon.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan turned the page, he had spent the last hour reading through the encyclopedias in the library researching developing stages of early childhood. He had five books open in front of him, as he move from one to the other. He didn't have afternoon classes, his morning classes had just finished, and usually he would have to sleep. But with so much on his mind, sleep would't be possible and he knew it. Tomorrow his classes started around noon, he could sleep when he got to his dorms at midnight and wouldn't have to worry about doing anything.


Now, he had to get some information for work, a child had come in last night with some under develop traits, he wasn't growing to his age group. It wouldn't be so questionable, if his brain scans hadn't shown some abnormality. Dylan had explained it before, that they would have to figure a way around it but as usual, the doctor wnated a run down, of Dylan's thoughts before he took an advise from him.

 

[Morigan]

Melanie found him buried in books at a table in the library.


"That doesn't look like work for your English class," she said. "And I still don't know your first name." She crossed her arms as she stood in front of him.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan looked up, yep, she was just as annoying today as she was yesterday, "I'm sorry, but I can here to work on English with you, not alone. Otherwise what would be the point of you. This is research for work, if you hadn't taken all day, we would have been done by now and I could finish this in piece." Dylan sighed, closing the book in front of him he stood up, closing the other books and staking them on top of each other. He moved them to the side, so the table was clear to work. Seating back down, he looked up at her, "My name is Dylan. Are you going to just stand there?"

 

[Morigan]

Melanie wanted to scream at him.


"I'm here early! You said noon, and it is five minute til! I came here because of your precious schedule," she said through gritted teeth. "Now let's just get through this and fix your freaking paper so I never have to see your jerk face again." She stormed off to a private study room, not really caring if he actually followed her or not.


He acted like everything he did was the most important thing in the world, instead of just being one more student- like everyone else.

 

[Matreania]

Dylan sighed, leaning back, as he watched her storm off, for a moment. He shock is head and got up, taking his books with him. hey weren't thin, but the think hardcovers made it easier for him to keep them straight. "You know you asked my name and didn't tell me yours. You call me a jerk, but you are rude and impulsive. Maybe you should to look at things from all sides, before you blow up, all the time." he said, as he followed her, as he caught up to her. "And besides, when someone gives you a time to meet, you usually try to be there 30 minutes ahead of schedule." He added.

 

[Morigan]

Mel turned and threw a pen at his head. "Melanie." She glared at him. "And no- when someone tells you a time to meet, you meet at that time. If you wanted to meet thirty minutes earlier, you should have said 'be here at 11:30'. Not 'be here at noon and I'm going to assume you magically know I actually mean 11:30'...idiot."


She set her bag down on the table hard, sighing and rubbing the space between her eyes. "This is never going to work..."

 

[Matreania]

Dylan moved his head just in time to dodge the pen, he sighed annoyed, as he placed his books on the table. "Well, Melanie if you go to the doctor do you expect to be seen on time or do you arrive on time and have to wait 30 minutes? You should apply the same thought in any meeting. It's important to arrive in class before the teacher, at the doctor's office before your appointment and in the hospital before you crock over and die. Like I said look at things through all sides." He fall to a chair and sighed, "But for once I agree, there is no way I can get a personality with you as my guide, your personality is worse then a cats, and they are self centered."

 

[Morigan]

"I'm not a freaking doctor and neither are you, you self-important ass! I arrive to class ON TIME, like normal human beings..not weirdo robots like you, and I get to my appointments when they are freaking scheduled- which is the whole damn POINT of scheduling them in the first place." She groaned, extremely frustrated. "Why am I even bothering? You're the most awful person I've ever met...who cares what you think..." she picked up her things and headed to leave.