The week has gone by pretty quick. I told Bree and the History teacher about the whole driving situation. They both think I'm being dramatic and that it won't be as bad as I make it out to seem, but they aren't the ones with social anxiety having to ride with a boy their age.
I tell my male history teacher everything. He is universally the school's favorite teacher but I think I might just be his favorite student. I took his class freshman year and he heard some girls making fun of me so he let me sit next to him during lunch and we would listen to music together. Eventually we started talking and realized we have a lot in common. He's more of a father figure than anything, he's a single father with a daughter that's just a few years younger than me that he constantly asks me for advice on parenting tips for her. One time sophomore year he told me that he hopes his daughter will be like me when she gets to my age and it might just be the nicest compliment I have ever received in my entire life. I tear up thinking about it sometimes to this day.
Friday rolls around and I have to go to work at the diner today.
I honestly don't mind my job, everyone I work with is amazing and super cool. Other than the managers, all the workers are between 16-19 so we all have similar interests for the most part. I'm working with Abby and Lily today, along with one of my managers named Libby. She's an older lady somewhere in her mid 50's who is really sweet and has a little spice to her, which I love. The shift should go by pretty quickly. I always work closing, which is from 4:30 to 11:30, then we have to clean up the store before leaving.
The main complaint I have about my job is the customers all seem to be spawns from hell. Seriously I don't understand how people were raised to be so rude. Just because I'm a worker or a teenager doesn't mean I deserve any less respect. Except I can't even stand up for myself because "the customer is always right" seems to be the motto for most businesses.
It's around 10:30 pm and there's only a few people in the restaurant. I'm having to waitress 2 tables, one of them being a group of nerdy teenage boys. I'm well aware I get anxious with people in social settings but my job has helped a lot with it. In fact I find myself having more confidence with people at my job considering I have to deal with customers all the time.
I walk over to the table of boys and ask what I can get them to drink. The two boys on the left ask from Sprite and two of the boys on the other side of the booth ask for coke, which I jot down in my note pad and stand looking at the last boy with curly blonde hair to respond.
He looks up with a smirk on his face asking "What's your favorite drink here?"
"I really like our orange pop milkshakes." I answer, smiling politely trying to ignore him, eyeing me up and down. He isn't ugly, but I really don't want to deal with a group of flirty boys so late at night.
"Does it come with your phone number?" he teases while high fiving his friends around him all giggling.
God I fucking hate men.
"I can't guarantee that, no," I reply dryly.
His friends all go quiet earning me to smile at myself for their reaction. The blonde headed boy sharply replies, "Damn what's up your ass tonight, maybe I can help fill you with something else."
My eyes widened at his response. I was not anticipating this scrawny little brat to say something so ballsy and rude to me. Right when I was about to respond I feel an arm drop around my shoulder and looked to see Abby scowling down at the boys sitting and giggling.
"I swear I'll break each of your dicks if you don't learn to have some respect for this beautiful young lady right here. We put up with so much bullshit from insecure little boys like you every damn day. Grow the fuck up." Abby retorts with a smirk on her face from how red all their faces turn.
