Why? // Nischa

Chapter 3

Greasy ass fucking tortillas.

If I could despise anything in the world more than I do everything else, it would be Taco fucking Bell.

I'm saying that because I work at that shithole.

I'm sick and goddamn tired of stupid nasty ass tortillas. But luckily today I work at the register. Which would be good if I didn't have to tell an asshole to go suck a dick in front of his kids.

I'm such a wonderful person.

After sitting there without anyone coming up to me for a while, someone approached.

I sighed. "Hi, welcome to-"

"YOU WORK HERE?"

I looked up at the person in front of me.

Shit.

It's fucking Mischa.

"Uh... yeah. I work here."

He stared at me. "Cool."

"Not cool. It's hell."

We stared at each other for a good five minutes, before I looked down and noticed the bag in his hand. It was from Spencer's.

I smirked. "What did you buy there?"

"A shirt."

"I was expecting something else."

"What else would I buy?"

"Have you ever been to the back?"

"The what?"

He's been in Spencer's but not the back? How stupid is he?

"They sell sex toys back there." I said nonchalantly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh."

He turned around and walked off. "What the hell?!" I yelled after him, but he didn't pay attention.

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"You work at Taco Bell?!" Was the first sentence I heard when I walked into the choir room the next morning.

I already knew it was Ocean, but I pushed past her and sat down. Penny came and sat next to me.

"Sooo, does this mean I get a free taco?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, it doesn't."

I looked to the side. Mischa's gaze was focused on me, but he quickly diverted it when I noticed. Huh.

Penny waved her hand in front of my face. "Hellooooo??"

"Oh, yeah, what were you saying?"

She laughed a bit. "You're staring at Mischa, you know?"

I sighed.

"I know."

A/N: Short chapter but at least i got one out 😍
ALSO I LOVE THE HC THAT PENNY AND NOEL ARE BESTIES AJDJJFUFJ