Tainted → Justin Bieber

TWO.

L.

I was up seven o'clock in the morning on the first day of summer vacation. Why? Because my boss does not care about feelings and couldn't wait to start giving me earlier shifts. I worked at a small cafe not too far from my house. It was really quiet there most of the time and the people were really polite. Maybe that's because they were either thirty or older. I was probably the only teen who has ever stepped foot into the place.

I fasted the last button of my white Polo shirt, pulled it down over my black skinny pants and slid into my maroon colored Tom's. I grabbed my house keys from my dresser and stepped out of my room into the quiet hallway. Mom and dad were already at work. I always had the house to myself for at least eight hours in the summer. That is, if I wasn't working myself. Before I head out the door I traveled to the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar and a bottled orange juice. I didn't have time to sit and have cereal like I normally would. If my boss didn't schedule me an earlier shift at the last minute, maybe I would have.

As I made my way out of the front door I ripped the wrapper of the granola bar and bit into it. Then I locked the door from the inside and jogged down the porch steps. On my way down the sidewalk, I walked past the Jeep that belonged to the guy next door. I still couldn't get off of how flawless he looked. It was almost impossible for a young guy to have absolutely no blemishes. His eyebrows that sat above his hazel eyes were bushy and darker than his hair. His mouth and nose were each the right size, his features fit perfect on his face. Anyone would easily describe him as perfect. He was something straight out of a magazine.

I walked past Mr. Gregg's house slowly as I examined it. It felt different to know that Noah and I weren't the only teens on the street anymore. We had company. Some one new to talk to. Once I passed the house, I quickened my speed. Part of me wished that the guy would've came out before I completely passed by. I wanted to talk to him again. I didn't even get to introduce myself before he took of like he seen a ghost last night. Perhaps I'll see him today and make up for that.

In the next fifteen minutes I was at work, clocking in.

"Morning Ashley." I smiled to my co-worker. Ashley was a heavy set, freckled face, ginger in her early thirties. She was really sweet to everyone, no matter how rude they were to her.

"Good morning Lacey." She half sang in her high pichted tone.

I turned on the coffee pots near me, letting the water heat. Then I dumped piles of ground coffee in the filters that were already placed in the machines. "Did Joan come in yet?" I asked Ashley.

"Only to open up. She said she won't be back until closing time."

Thank God I won't be here during closing time. I only worked until two today so I'll be out of here before she tried to squeeze me in two extra hours. She was known for doing things like that.

There wasn't anyone in the cafe at the moment so Ashley and I just sat back on our phones. The only thing audible was the sound of the air conditioner keeping the place cool. I browsed my apps and found nothing to really do. Amber hadn't texted me back yet and I figured she was either sleep or didn't have service. I placed my phone on the counter in front of me and drummed my fingers on the cold marble.

Twenty minutes into being here and only one woman had showed up to buy a danish and a small cup of coffee. I wondered why the place was so dead today. I mean, I'm not complaining but it seemed weird.

Ashley's phone began to ring. She looked at the screen and asked, "Mind if I take this? It's my mom, she hasn't been feeling well lately."

I waved her off. "Go right ahead. Doesn't look like we're getting much customers anyway."