Writing Challenge - Day Six

Prompt: Coffee.

Judah watched me closely as I stumbled gracelessly from one car to the next; I was about to push my key into the lock of the wrong Chevy Suburban when he snatched the keyring from my grip, and dangled it just above me.
"I think it might be best if I drive," he smirked and strode over to his Lancer just a few parking places away. "Did you snooze straight through class or something?"
I blinked fervently, attempting to bat away the drowsiness as I trailed after him. "Of course not. I was simply...fading in and out every once in a while."
"Try half the class period!" Judah chuckled, turning the ignition. "Dr. Keller kept frowning at you during his lecture."
Sighing, I shut the car door. "I think he would frown at me even if I wasn't nodding off. I'm not exactly at the top of my game in his class. The material is really difficult to understand."
Judah glanced over as he pulled out. "I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. You're kind of the reason why I got through Chemistry," He poked my shoulder and dragged his words into a Bronx accent. "You gots smarts, kid."
I laughed, rubbing my heavy eyes. "Yeah, "instant genius: just add coffee."
His smile widened. "Seriously though, Averra, you'll do great, you always have," He reached over again, this time ruffling my hair playfully. "I'm here for you, sis."
"Thanks," I smiled, happy that I chose the same university that my brother attended, crazy and unpredictable as he was, he was nice to have around. "But I'm still not writing your Ancient History paper for you."
"Aw, come on!" He faked a frown, which made me giggle even harder.
We pulled into the parking lot of Starbucks, running our usual routine in the wrong order. We both stepped out of the Lancer with a new anticipation.
At least, Judah stepped out of his Lancer. I managed to get my foot tangled in the seatbelt somehow and promptly tumbled out. If you ask me, the entire fifteen minute adventure of struggling to break free really is not worth documenting.
Once that ordeal was over (this kind of stuff happens to me when I'm half asleep, if that revelation hadn't occurred to you yet), we sauntered into the establishment: Judah was keen to defend any innocent bystander from my unpredictable clumsiness (Judah says its natural, I say it's induced by the absence of coffee or any form of caffeine). I was partly thankful, but mostly annoyed.
Upon crossing the threshold of the most blessed coffeehouse, it had naught been but a moment's passing that I spotted a most undesirable aquaintance.
"Averra!" A hand emerged from the mass of caffeine-starved people and swiped at the air furiously. A tall guy came into view, his broad smile aimed directly at me.
I groaned inwardly. It wasn't that Aiden was a bad person or anything, only that he always sought me out at any social function that we were both present at. It was irritating, and I usually did everything in my power to avoid him. I shot a pleading glance to Judah, who furtively shrugged back, as if to say I was on my own.
"Fancy catching you here!" Aiden strode up to me, his silly grin never leaving his face. "How are you, Averra?"
"Aiden...hi." I glanced around for an easy escape. "I, uh, am actually in a bit of a hurry. I just needed a quick energy boost."
"Oh, well I could...-"
His voice almost immediately faded to the dull hum of the crowd as I caught up on a few moments of unconsciousness. He would probably not even notice that I wasn't responding. My mind hovered astray, thinking about my previous class, my paper due next Monday, movie night with the girls, and (I let out an audible sigh at this moment) my date with Trent tomorrow. He was such a nice guy, with killer copper-tinted eyes. I pretty much thought he was excellent, and I hoped he thought the same of me. We'd only been on two dates, but...-"
"Avvy..." Judah's voice held a tone of warning in it, which made me wonder vaguely what kind of trouble I was about to get myself into.
I turned to face him, which was my first mistake. You see, whenever I make any sort of move that involves my head moving with me, I have a bad habit of flipping my hair (my waist-length, super thick and heavy, red hair)with such force that it could knock a sumo wrestler off of his wrestling mat. Now, apparently, Aiden had bought two coffees while he was chattering at me (my mental state wasn't really present at the moment), and was handing one over. As I was totally unaware of this, Aiden was becoming more aware that I wasn't listening to him. (Hence, Judah's usage of my nickname in a warning tone.)
Which, everything would have been alright if Judah hadn't said my name. Yes, Aiden would've been slightly devastated, and I would've felt horrible about being so inconsiderate. However, that particular situation would've been at least publicly humiliating. What happened instead, was so much worse.
As I spun around, my waist-length, super thick and heavy red hair (which was in a bulging braid, making it more lethal)slammed into both of the coffees that Aiden clutched in his hands. Steaming liquid splashed everywhere, casting scalding brown splotches into the wind. Judah dramatically threw himself in front of two stunned middle-aged ladies to protect them from my klutzy antics.
I whipped my head around (again, didn't really think that one through) to apologize fervently to Aiden, whom I sincerely didn't mean to hurt. As I did, I got a glimpse of Aiden's face and hands, which were coated in redness and steaming slightly. He looked at them with a horrified sort of calmness. I also managed to snag the handle of the blender lid behind the counter as my hair flew about my shoulders (that's talented, even for me), which was on and full of frozen mocha. To understate the situation, chaos and anarchy ensued.
Long story short, I was banished from the Hanover Street Starbucks, for the rest of my existence. Seriously, they pulled out a restraining order. They refused to even let me buy a coffee. Needless to say, I was bummed (and was that much more lethal to anyone who dared associate with me and my clumsiness). Which is why I was shocked at the fact that Aiden, even after I what I did to him, came over to me afterwards and gave me a reassuring hug. He asked me if I was alright, and went on to say that Starbucks had given him two more coffees to replace the ones I had flung freely across the room in a frightful fix. So, with a sheepish smile, he (carefully) handed me a brand-new coffee and asked me again, in a concerned tone, if I was alright.
And I thought to myself, maybe he's not so bad after all.