I smile, as I look in the mirror. Now I admit, my hair is not something to smile at. I've brushed it as much as I can, but my brown/blackish curly hair, is still a monster. I'm smiling, because it's Saturday. I work at Kenny's, all day today. I can forget about yesterday. I can get over it. Who cares about the money. At least I can have some fun today. I chuck on some black tights, canvas shoes, and a button down checkered red shirt. I tie my hair up in a messy bun, and head downstairs. I freeze when I see Josh and Mark, sitting in the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, grabbing a water from my bag.
"We're dropping you off at work." Josh says smiling. "We'll pick you up too." I sigh, and nod. As long as they didn't come inside.
"When do you get paid?" Mark asks.
"Every Sunday." I say, cringing.
"Good." Josh say. "I expect you to hand it over straight away when you get it tomorrow."
"Aha." I say quickly, just wanting to leave. "I need to go." They nod, and we leave the house. I glance over to the house next to us, but there is no one around. I get in the back, and zone them out. We get to Kenny's. I walk past Josh's window, and before I can pass, he grabs my arm.
"Don't do anything stupid Gemma." He says. I nod, and hurry inside. They drive off, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Freedom.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." I turn around to see Kenny grinning at me, and I laugh.
"Just happy to be here." I say, as he chucks me my apron. I tie it on, and start to wait tables, but it's quite quiet. My stomach grumbles, and I gratefully hand my duties over to Sarah, the other waitress, so I can go eat lunch. I head to the kitchen, and say hello to Frank, the cook.
"Hey squirt." He says. "The usual?"
"Yes thanks." I slump on the chair at the table, and sigh. He places my tuna melt and rootbeer in front of me, and I hungrily start eating.
"You look exhausted." He says, leaning against the counter.
"I didn't get much sleep last night." I mumble, my mouth full. He chuckles, and goes back to flipping burgers.
"You teenagers." He says. "What do you do these days on Friday nights? Spin the bottle and twerking?" I roll my eyes, and take a sip of soda.
"Something like that." I answer. Frank has to be the most hipster fifty year old I know. For Christmas he got me a beanie that said OBEY. I never wore it. Damn hipsters.
"Hello slacker." I turn around and blush slightly, when I see Ryan standing behind me in the doorway.
"Hi Ryan." I say, smiling. I've had a bit of a crush on Ryan. He's two years older than me, and he works here for a bit of cash to help pay his rent. He goes to a small photography school in town. He walks in and hugs me from behind. I blush bright red, and I don't notice he's taken half of my tuna melt until he ducks away and chews it.
"Hey." I yelp. "Get your own." He smiles, and gives me puppy eyes.
"Come on, Gem. For me?" I sigh inside, and nod.
"Go on then." I say. "I have to work anyway." I stand up, and Ryan downs the rest of my soda.
"Love you Gemma." He calls, and I smile to myself, I feel all gooey inside. I go back to waiting tables, and Sarah jumps out at me.
"There's a couple of hotties sitting in your section." She grins, as she takes off her apron to go get lunch. I look over to see her pointing, and I groan, as I see Liam, Ben, and Nathan. Uh. NO. This is Saturday. A problem free day. I stomp over to them, and go on auto pilot.
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It All Started With A Tampon
General FictionGemma is a nobody. She knows it. Her parents know it. Everybody at school takes advantage of it. She accepts the fact that everybody is going to treat her badly. She can't do anything about it. She will forever be the doormat, somebody to shove home...