Kisses, Crushes, and Fro-Yo

Chapter 3 - Never Call Me Cutie

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Do you ever have the feeling that the entire universe is out to get you? That for some reason, everything happens ever so perfectly to make your day go terrible?

That's sort of how I feel right now.

I stand there awkwardly, looking down at my shoes while my fingers tug at the end of my shirt. Out of all the people in the world, the guy who I accidentally kissed has to be my co-worker? I'm guessing God just likes to watch me suffer.

Deborah places a reassuring hand on my shoulder, along with an encouraging smile before she walks into the back room. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, she leaves us alone. Perfect.

I stay with my eyes glued to the floor, not daring to look up. Although, I can feel Shane's eyes on me, not to mention the stupid smirk that's plastered on his face. We wait there for a little bit longer, and Shane keeps staring at me. What was his deal? I wasn't exactly a pleasant thing to stare at. Plus, it was making me really insecure. To be under his gaze, it made me think about everything that I could be self-conscious about. Feeling my cheeks turning a dark red, I decide I'd rather not have a boy that I kissed by mistake staring at me like a creep. Finally, I burst. "What?" I say while giving him that what's-your-deal look.

"What, 'what?'" He says, acting like he wasn't just stalking me a minute ago.

"You were staring at me." I point out, placing my hands on my hips awkwardly. Scarlet always told me that if you want to take control, you have to 'be a man and put your hands on your hips!' although it wasn't quite working out for me. I'm not really used to the whole, 'taking control' thing.

He scrunches his eyebrows and gives me a fake confused look. "Was I? That's funny, I don't recall." he says while putting his finger to his lip and trying not to laugh. What a smartass.

I narrow my eyes at him and give him a quick once-over. He has on the same light pink 'Sweet Scoops' shirt that I have on, his toned muscles showing through the material. His hair is tousled in a messy, yet admittedley adorable way. He has on black converse which go well with the simple jean shorts he's wearing. I'm not one to judge, really, truthfully I think that it's rude and ignorant. You really can't know someone by just taking a look at them and automatically assuming something. I have to talk to the person several times before I decide if I like them or not. However, this time is different. Yes, I've barely had two conversations with this guy. And yes, it's wrong to judge someone right away. But I think that I already know what type of guy this is.

This is the type I like to call: Conceited jerk.

He looks at me and cocks his head to one side, his finger still touching his bottom lip. His smirk hasn't faded yet, and I can practically already hear the laugh threatening to escape his mouth. I roll my eyes and breathe out of my nose. Violence is never the answer, Beena, I tell myself, even though I'm positive I want to slap that pretty little face of his.

I open my mouth and lift one of my fingers, about to criticize him and tell him how much of an idiot he is, but I decide otherwise. Dropping my hand, I sigh and stroll behind the front counter. What's the point of arguing, anyways? I'll shout an insult at him, he'll no doubt say something obnoxious back...it's only a matter of time before I slice his throat open with a frozen yogurt scooper.

I drum my fingers on the sparkly counter top, tossing my knotty hair behind my shoulder. Shane and I are going to be working here for the entire summer. How am I supposed to not get into a single fight with this boy? Well, to get into a fight with him, I'd have to get angry at him. And to get angry at him, I'd have to talk to him. Well then the answer to that is simple - I won't say a word to him.