Once a Reject

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J for oh joy! (Note sarcasm)
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I'm really not a people person.

I stood behind The counter of our local ice cream shop and waited for the 13 year old boy to choose which ice cream flavor he wanted in his waffle cone.

"Uh do you know if the mint chocolate chip is like better than the birthday cake?"

"I don't know." I blandly responded.

"But like is it-"

"Listen here braceface you've been standing here for twenty minutes and I'm prepared to send you to the back of the line, because you don't even know what you want yet."

"I-I'll take t-the rocky-r-road." He stuttered. I muttered under my breath as I scooped up a spoon and put in the cone. I'm supposed to ask him if he wanted any toppings, but seeing how the ice cream choosing went, I think I'll just skip that part.

"That'll be two fifty." He handed me a pile of quarters and all I could do was let my face fall into an even more intense glare. He took his ice cream and ran out. I wouldn't be surprised if he never came back. I started counting the quarters to make sure it was indeed 'two fifty' when someone cleared their throat.

"Hold on sir I'm almost done here."

"Oh that's fine I guess I'll take this time to decide what I want." The sound of the voice brought a smile to my face.

"Kyle! What brings you here?"

"Are you guys going to have a chat? Do you think it could wait my daughters getting restless." A woman behind Kyle asked.

"How long you've been standing here lady?" I asked.

"About 15 minutes."

"Then you could wait a couple more minutes." I turned back to Kyle, but saw him step out of the way, a gesture for the lady to go in front of him. He's too kind. It's sad.

"May I get a small vani-" the lady was cut off by a much smaller, but very similar version of her tugging on her pant leg.

"No mommy I want a large!"

"Ashleigh...do not start here..." Just as the little girl burst into my tears my fellow co-worker came bursting through the front door.

"My knight in shining armor." I thought.

"I'm so sorry I'm late!" She grabbed her apron and hat and stood next me.

"It's fine but next time you need someone to fill in...I'm not your guy." I hung my apron and hat on its respective hook and shrugged my heavy coat on.

It was snowing heavy here in Minnesota (A/N idk if I said where he was living but if I said something and it was not Minnesota, ignore it). Snow was coming down in sheets, no less I was still excited for my favorite time of year. This is the year I let all my bitchiness be seen for all eyes and take the role as Regina George. Not only do I go all bitch, but I get THE worst gifts for people and then market them in such away that you'll be in tears for the gift.

To say the least I play Christmas like a con. The best part is I feel no remorse. I'm educating my youth and the generation next to be grateful for things. So materialistic people are.

Stuffing my hands in my pocket I make the rather short, but insufferable journey to my car.

"H-hey wait!" I turn around as I see Kyle trying to catch up with me. His cheeks a rosy pink against his pale skin. He's so adorable omg.

"You seem to be in a rush." He's says out of breath.

"Yeah I'm home alone this weekend. Leo took the nice people of my family to the Hamptons, that disgustingly wealthy bastard."

"How about I accompany you. We could have a little movie marathon." A smile grows on my face when I hear this, but a nagging feeling starts  gnawing at me .

'Don't lead him on!'
'You don't know your feelings yet.'

"Yes a friendly get together sounds perfect." Hopefully he got my emphasis on the friendly part. I'm sure he did when I saw a light die in his eyes.

"Okay well I'll see you at like 8."

"Yeah 8 sounds great." He soundly walked away and I sprint my ass out the cold weather as the warm heat in me had died.

I should really work to get on the nice list this year. I'm a bitch.

Nah to hard.
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Writers block okay? Writers block.

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