"You're firing me?"

My boss, Robert, rubbed his temples. "There's no need for you to yell."

"Been up all night?" I sneered.

He looked up at me with a glare. He wasn't old, only in his early twenties, and I had to admit he was pretty good looking. But he was the kind of person I stayed away from. The only reason he was boss of the little café that we worked in was because his aunt was the owner.

"That's none of your business," he snapped at me.

"No, what is my business is the reason you're firing me!" I yelled. He was a jerk, I wasn't about to let him off easy.

"We don't need you anymore," he said with a wince.

I put my hands on my hips. "I'm your best employee, I don—oh I understand. Can't handle a little rejection?" Earlier in the week he had come on to me. His usual girl, Kayla, had been home sick. He didn't appreciate it when I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Shut your mouth," he spat. "We got a complaint."



"So you're firing me because two people in all my three years of working here didn't like me?" I threw my hands up and laughed in unbelief. "This is ridiculous."

"Like I said before, we don't need you." Robert opened the door of the backroom and walked out. I was right behind him.

"Then fire Kayla!" I said angrily.

"What?" Kayla looked up in surprise.

Robert spun to look at me. "This discussion is over."

I wanted so badly to punch him, but instead I tore my apron off. "Fine, whatever, I didn't like working here anyway." Throwing the apron in his face, I stalked out, my head held high.


I didn't stop walking. "Not now Ryan."

Ryan. My gorgeous archenemy. He was probably the one who sent both complaints, not that it would've mattered anyway. We've known each other for years, since the day he threw a rock at me and I punched him. I wasn't in much control of my temper back then. What bothered me most about him was that even though he made me so angry, it didn't stop me from falling in love with him.

"Kris, what's going on?" Ryan asked following me closely.

"I just got fired," I said stopping to turn and face him. I'd been going the wrong way anyway. "Feel free to laugh."

Ryan blinked at me, surprised at my sudden stop. "You got fired?"

"Yes, now excuse me; I have some job hunting to do." I pushed past him and walked as fast as I could past the café door I'd just come out of. I was hoping nobody noticed. Being fired was embarrassing enough. Unfortunately, Ryan grabbed my arm right in front of the big window.

"Why did you get fired?" he asked curiously.

I pressed my lips together. "My boss decided I wasn't good enough."

He narrowed his eyes. "Tell me the truth."

"He came on to me and I defended myself," I said rolling my eyes. "I didn't like that place anyway."

"What did he do?" he demanded, his hold on my arm tightening.

I pulled my arm away. "It's no big deal, Ryan."

"Yes, it is. He assaulted you!"

I stared at him in surprise, ignoring the warm feeling that spread through my chest at the thought of Ryan wanting to protect me. "Um, are you ok?"

He shook his head looking through the window. "That man needs to be taught a lesson."

I followed his gaze to where Robert was watching us. I heard the familiar ding of the bell above the door and realized what Ryan was about to do.

"No, Ryan! Don't!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, blushing madly as people stared. "You're just making things worse." I forced my blush down and tried to pull Ryan away from the window, but he tore his arm out of my hands.

"Somebody needs to let him know that he can't treat women like toys!"

A passing couple looked at us with raised eyebrows and I glared at them. "Hasn't anybody told you staring is rude?"

They looked away and continued down the street. I looked back at Ryan to find he was looking at me weirdly.

"What?" I snapped, irritated.

He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the door opening.

"Kristen, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," Kayla said poking her head out the door. "You're scaring the customers away."

I was about to tell her off but Ryan stopped me by placing his lips on mine. I froze, completely taken by surprise. Kayla gasped and Ryan let go of me. I stared at him, a confused look on my face.

"What was that for?" I demanded.

He grinned. "You look hot when you're angry."

My mouth dropped open. "What?"

"I said you look hot when you're angry."

I blinked at him, not hearing the ding of the door opening once again.

"Excuse me, but you have to leave," I heard Robert say angrily. "I don't appreciate you making out in front of my store."

I glared at him and was about to tell him that we weren't even close to making out when a fist connected with the side of his face. My jaw dropped and Kayla screamed.

"Don't touch Kris again," Ryan spat at him. "If you do, you'll be feeling a lot worse."

Everybody inside the café stared as Kayla helped Robert up. Ryan didn't hesitate in pulling me away and around the corner.

"Wait, wait," I said digging my heels in the ground. I stumbled, but Ryan caught me. Stepping away I stared at him. "What is going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You kissed me. And then punched Robert." I was very confused. "I thought you hated me!"

He blinked at me. "Hate you? I could never hate you."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?" I stared at him soaking in everything that just happened. I couldn't quite believe it all.

"Look," Ryan took my hand, "I'm sorry I acted like a jerk all these years, but you're so easy to rile up and it's funny to see you mad."

"So you've made my life miserable just to see me angry?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes ma'am."

I glared at him. "Don't call me ma'am, it makes me feel old."

He grinned. "Yes ma'am."

I punched his shoulder.

"Ow!" He clutched it in pain. "That hurt."

"You were asking for it," I said smugly. My smile disappeared when I noticed that he was giving me that look again. "Stop it."

"Stop what?" he asked innocently.

"Giving me that look. I don't like it."

He smiled. "Why not?"

I took a step back as he took one forward. I knew there was nothing behind me so I knew I could run if I wanted to, but I wasn't sure if I did.

He took another step forward and took my face in his hands. I immediately started blushing and his smile got bigger.

"You're so beautiful, Kris," he said softly.

My face burned hotter and I stepped away uncomfortably. Only to trip.

You know all those beautiful stories where the heroine falls over and her true love catches her to whisper a cheesy line in her ear which leads to a passionate kiss? Well, that didn't happen here. I fell right on my backside as Ryan stood where he was, his eyes wide in surprise. And then he started laughing.

I stared up at him in shock. I hadn't expected to trip and I really hadn't expected him to start laughing. My day was just getting better and better.

"Shut up," I snapped, trying to get up. "This isn't funny."

Ryan reached down and helped me up, still laughing. I wiped the gravel off of my butt and looked at him. Now what?

"Um…I've got to go," I said hurriedly. "Have to find a new job and all."

"Wait a second," he said grabbing my hand before I could run away. "We still have some things to discuss."

"Like what?" I asked nervously.

"Like this." And for the second time that morning, he kissed me.

Now, don't get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with him kissing me. In fact, I'd been dreaming about it since high school, but I was new to this sort of thing. And the idea of him not hating me…well it just didn't make sense to me.

"I'm sorry," I said pulling away. "I can't. I mean, I like you, a lot. I just…"

"Go to dinner with me," he said. "Tonight."

"I…ok," I relented. "But nothing fancy. I hate dressing up."

"I know," he said with a smile. "Now let's go find you a job."


Ok, this is a major edit from my very first one-shot, Isn't It Ironic?. This is way better. That's all I have to say. I hope you liked it.

P.S. Don't tell me that I need to edit this because I know I need to edit it. I've edited it twice already but it could always use more work. And don't put it on your alert because this is the end of this story.