Confessions Of A Dead Girl

Ch2: In Her Eyes

November 16th, 2017
Emily's POV

The rain poured on my umbrella as I made my way inside the diner where I work at. Filled with customers enjoying the food. Genevieve, my coworker, was pouring coffee in Archer's cup while having a deep conversation about the upcoming changes to the diner, and it seemed pretty heated.

Closing my umbrella, I made my way behind the counter, ignoring the dishes piling around the sink as I place my wet purple umbrella on the hanger along with my wet jacket.

"You finally made it in time," Genevieve said, grabbing her notepad from her pocket as she passes me by. Her lips curved into a smile as she meets my eyes before making her way to the two truck drivers waiting to get their orders taken. I grab my apron with my notepad as I made my way to the first person I laid my eyes on.

Sarah Campbell. I sighed. Of course, she had to be here this early in the morning. She never seemed to stop coming after she found out I worked at the diner.

"It's nice to see you this early in the morning. What can I get for you today?"

"Don't bother. I'm just waiting for someone." She chewed on her gum while looking me up and down.

I forced a smile, knowing that if I was rude to a customer I would be fired, before making my way to Mrs. Donald, my favourite customer. She was in her late 80's and even though she looked like she couldn't walk up the stairs without help, she's the most active person in this diner.

"Good morning, Mrs. Donald. How are you?" I smiled genuinely at the sight of her. She gave me her usual wide red lipstick smile as she placed her hands on the counter, her red polished nails playing with her bracelet.

"I'm doing fine, thank you. How are you doing? I heard you got accepted to Harvard." 

"Yeah, I just got the letter last week."

"You must be so happy! Well, I won't keep you waiting. I'll have the usual."

"No worries. I'll get that for you."

Everyone seemed to be happy about my acceptance letter from Harvard especially because it's hard to be accepted into that college. So, for me to attend there must have been such a big deal in this town. But, I couldn't even if I wanted to, not when my life is like this.

I started cooking Mrs. Donald's usual while thinking about the whole idea of going to college but was interrupted by the loud sound of the door opening.

A group of kids from my high school were milling in with their red bomber jackets along with their bags. It was the football team, and I could pretty much tell they were here for Sarah. Their laughs echoed through the diner as they sat around, their bags laying next to their feet, waiting for me to take their orders.

I noticed Ezra Stevens and Ryan West, two of the most popular football players, hanging around Sarah while sitting on the high chairs. The loud ruckus of their presence caused the customers to get annoyed, making them leave the diner without finishing their breakfast.

Placing the dish filled with a bacon omelet and hash browns in front of Mrs. Donald, I make my way towards the group in an angry manner.

I can feel their attention turn to me as I stop in front of them, their smile growing on their face, knowing what's about to happen.

"Can you guys keep it down? Half of the customers are leaving because of you."

"No can do, sweetheart. We can do whatever we want." Ryan spoke up, his obnoxious smirk appears while Sarah starts snickering.

"No. Not when you're causing a problem in my workplace. You either keep quiet or I'll have to kick you out."

"Loosen up. No wonder you're still single, nobody wants to be with someone so uptight." Sarah said, her arms folded while staring at me with such irritation.

"Says the one throwing herself to every guy she sees. Desperate much?" I knew I shouldn't have said anything, but I was so done with the way she was treating me these past few years. I had to say something.

Genevieve made her way towards me, her hand touching my shoulder lightly signalling me to go back to work. I looked back at Sarah for a split second, her face red in anger and embarrassment. I felt a deep sense of happiness, yet I knew it was going to end up causing more of a conflict between me and Sarah.

Going back to taking people's orders and cooking their meal, the diner seemed to quiet down after the talk that they received from Genevieve. At times Genevieve could be a little bit immature but when it comes to it, she knows how to set aside her immaturity and bring order which I liked about her. And sometimes I wish I could be like her.

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The wind blew loudly, causing the trees and grass to sway along with the comforting sound of the waves crashing on the shoreline a few blocks away. I silently made my way to the partly empty parking lot behind the diner towards the red truck, acknowledging the fact that Genevieve is still present inside. Its headlights were beaming and the sound of the car roared across the lot. I could distinctly see a silhouette of a man standing next to the passenger door, his back leaning on the door and his arms crossed over his chest, waiting patiently.

The sound of my shoes clicking on the ground caused his head to swivel in my direction, his leaning back now standing straight. His smile widened and before he could say something, I smashed my lips against his, causing him to stumble a little bit before grabbing my waist tightly, pulling me in his embrace.

We pulled apart, his arms still wrapped around my waist tightly as if he never wanted to let go. He searched the area, from the windows of the diner to the empty parking lot, afraid of getting caught kissing me, the loser. I sighed, pulling myself fully from his embrace while looking down in disappointment.

"What's wrong?" Ezra asked, his concerned eyes glued on me. Yes, the one I'm seeing is the famous football player who was flirting with Sarah Campbell, trying to hide the fact that he's seeing me in secret just to fit in.

"You want to know? You're constantly looking around as if a bear is going to jump out and it seems like you're embarrassed that you're dating me." I said, anger and sadness present.

"You know how important my reputation is. If people found out I'm going out with you, they'll make me an outcast."

"That totally makes me feel better. Jerk." I turned around before I could hear what he had to say next. I made my way to my car, tears rolling down my cheek as the wind blows my hair around, causing the strands of hair to be glued on my face. The conversation replayed in my mind as I grabbed the car keys from my purse, unlocking the door in a hurry.

I knew what we were doing was reckless but I hoped that maybe he could just forget about his reputation only for a second and think about me. I turn the engine on before driving off into darkness into the streets of Oregon, leaving him behind.