He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER FOUR DUNNIES DINER!
DON'T ASK ME HOW I SOMEHOW GOT A JOB AT DUNNIES DINER.
Because if you did, I wouldn't be able to answer you as I myself do not know. One moment I'm applying for fun, the next, I'm getting a call stating that I've been accepted for the next round and have to come in for an interview. Imagine my shock when I actually got the job.
Because I was shocked.
Now here I am, stuck working a three hour shift on a Thursday afternoon, starting at five and ending at eight. I'm tired and can barely stand on my own two feet, tiredly smiling as customers enter with the chime of a bell.
Why did no one tell me that tutoring was so physically and mentally draining?
Luckily, I didn't tutor on Wednesday because something came up and I wasn't able to make it. That something being me sick of his face, resulting in me skipping the session. The same thing couldn't be said for today. Tutoring Theodore Camden was the most difficult and draining job I have ever had the unfortunate luck of having.
Not only does he barely pay attention to a word that comes out of my mouth, he was late; always making some kind of excuse, and when he did somehow pay attention, he argued over everything I said.
Sometimes he doesn't even bother speaking, he just grunted as if that's a verbal answer. At this point, I'm surprised that I haven't punched him in the face.
Because it's well deserved.
It's like he's begging me too, every time he opens his mouth to speak, my tolerance for his bullshit lowers.
And lowers.
And lowers.
"Hello! Welcome to Dunnie's Dinner, how may I help you?"
I bite back a scream at the face that stares back at me. Azalea Jones, self-proclaimed queen bee of East Hill High School watched, disgust in her eyes as she intently inspected me from top to bottom. Pin straight red hair pulled into a high ponytail, blue eyes accentuated by her pink highlighter, and body dressed head to toe in high end designer.
Well shit.
"Hm. . . do I know you?" I swear I felt my heart drop down to my ass as the words came out of her mouth. Licking my lips, I gave her my best customer service smile—one that would put the one I gave to Theodore to shame. "No, I don't believe I've ever met you before."
My words came out airy and light, high in pitch as I scratched the sensitive spot behind my ear in hopes of distracting myself. Azalea gave me a glittering smile, sparkling white teeth exposing themselves.
"Hmm, right, can I have a—"
I droned out her voice as she listed items upon items on what she wanted, my fingers tapped on the screen but mentally—I was far gone. Deep down, I wanted to cry; cry because the girl who's practically bullied me my entire high school life couldn't bother to recognize me.
