My Sugar Angel #JustWriteIt

Chapter 5: His Sugar Angel

We finally reached the bakery, Sugar Angel Confectionery.

Mrs. Clarke opened the door for me and I was engulfed in a sweet aroma of delicious desserts.

I looked around and saw people of all ages, laughing and munching on some sweet treats. The room was bright and there was a chandelier, dangling from the ceiling. The tables and chairs were white and comfy with mini pillows.

My eyes landed on a particular person, a tall blonde boy with blue-green eyes, dimples, and a big smile of perfect white teeth.

He slowly walked towards Mrs. Clarke and I, with shock in his eyes and his mouth was slightly open. I was quite shocked too.

What was the playboy doing here?

We pointed fingers at each other, accusingly. "What are you doing here?" we simultaneously shouted. I looked over at Mrs. Clarke, who was smirking.

I frowned at Griffin, as I realized his purpose being here. "You're Mrs.Clarke's son, aren't you?" I asked, secretly hoping he wasn't. I couldn't stand Griffin because of his attitude. Now, I have to work with him? Yeah, that's not going to work well, at all.

He grinned at me, with amusement in his eyes. "Yeah, Savvy. I thought I told you my mom owns a bakery." he responded, as he ran his right hand through his messy hair.

I shook my head at him. "Never."

"Must have slipped my mind." he sighed, as he ran his hand through his hair, again. "So, what are you doing here? I mean you're nice and all, but I kind of want to get away from you." he said with a huge smirk on his face.

"The feelings are mutual. I want to stay away from you, as long as possible." I snapped back. This is why I don't like him. Boys are supposed to treat girls with respect, right? Well, why doesn't he do the same with me?

Mrs. Clarke chuckled at our little banter. "Well, have fun you two! It's great to have you work here, Savannah!" she cheerfully exclaimed and walked away, toward a new customer.

Griffin's eyes widened in shock and his mouth curved into a perfect 'o'. "Work here?" he asked, as his eyes widened even more. I slowly nodded at him. "I need a job." I answered, as I twirled a strand of hair, that was bothering me. To answer your question, I was not flirtatiously twirling my hair. That's just nasty.

He groaned, which greatly surprised me. "Why does the universe hate me?" Uh, I don't know. Maybe, because you break girls' hearts and you annoy the life out of me?

I rolled my eyes at his comment. "Because you are Griffin. Now, teach me how to work here." I demanded.

He sighed and led me towards a little blue room. It was a bit small, but had a glass table, a mini fridge, a small tv, magazines, and a coat rack. There was also a black couch and a few pink plastic chairs.

Griffin took a pink apron from the coat rack and handed it to me. There was a little cupcake on it! How adorable? I began to do a little happy dance and heard Griffin laughing. I immediately stopped and frowned at him.

"What's so funny, Griffin?"

"Your dancing skills are terrible."

I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe girls go "gaga" over him. He is such a jerk without a heart!

"You know, I can hear you."

Darn it, I spoke out loud! Oh, well. I don't really care about his feelings anyway. Instead of responding to Griffin, I walked out of the room and into the bakery.