The Worthy

Chapter Eighteen

It's December! Gahh this took way too long. We must've been busy in school. But here ya go, happy holidays! xoxo

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Steady...

Jillian's POV
"ORDER UP," TYLER SANG IN the quiet kitchen, enough for me to heard through the loud dining room. I quickly made my way to him, my hands eager and used to feeling the warm plates at the tip of their skin. Scrambled eggs and oily bacon were splattered around covering most of the white of the plate. Next to it was a messily cut out paper with the number nineteen written in bold. My gaze wondered upwards towards the cook but found him already looking at me. I just smiled "Tyler," I nod, "Good morning. Busy day isn't it?" Trying to see if the tension and awkwardness has really left us.

He snorted, "You're telling me!" I laughed along. It finally had. I was furious since the incident of him not telling me the rest of the truth of his rank, but now it was all good. I turned and swiftly left the cooking area.

Wouldn't want these appetizing food to freeze in the cold.

I finally found table number nineteen. I stopped dead in my tracks. Table nineteen consisted of my three well-known students from secondary school--Jeramy Parusha, Olga Domone and Franny Hellen. Well, they were, and as I read in my history book, the so called 'Queen Bees'. Olga as well as Franny are Branches, while Jeramy is a Trunk. And their beauty stood out from everyone's in school, adding that to their social ladder. But I do know two things there are definitely not perfect at-- their attitude and intelligence. Neither one of them were kind to 'low-lives' or 'commoners,' as they call us. Nor were they in any top of their classes, which left me wondering how they could handle their rankings and future jobs.

I shook my head wildly and dismissed any more rude thoughts.

They are still higher in rank than you! You would be severely punished if any of these thoughts were to be rumored! I reminded myself.

My frozen legs started to evenly walk towards the three bleached blonde's table while perfectly balancing their meals on both of my hands.

Here goes nothing.

"Your meals, misses." In a respectful and low tone. Not once did I look straight at either one of their eyes.

"Finally! It's about time. I'm starving. Tell me girls, why did we go to this filthy diner?" Franny exclaimed, disgust written all over her perfectly tanned face.

"Hey! This was all Olga's fault! If her Porsche hadn't broken down halfway to La Borge Restaurant we wouldn't be here!" Jeramy glared daggers towards a careless faced Olga.

"This is none of mine to take. My parents gave me the oldest car we owned and look where it dragged us today." Olga looked bored out of her mind as she picked on her perfectly manicured nails. Their conversation flowed while I placed their orders on the circular table.

Once they stopped talking I asked, "Is that all, misses?" I hung my head, looking at the floor as I awaited for their irritatingly high-pitched response. "Yeah, yeah you could leave us in peace." Olga flick her hand to show that I am no longer needed.

Just as I was about to turn away, Jeramy added "Actually I don't like scrambled eggs. Could you please take this back and place my order for two sunny side ups." She smirked slyly.

I nodded but inside I was confused to her secret thoughts. "Of course, miss." With one swift movement I took her plate and dashed towards the kitchen.