Pizza

Chapter 1

It was a cold winter's night in New York City. A perfect night to have a hot bath, hot chocolate, and watch reruns on netflix. But I, unfortunately, am standing behind the cashier in seven eleven, bored and hungry to death. So I did the most logical thing to do. Order me some pizza from Pizza Hut.

What was their number again? I shrugged. Oh well... I dialed their number and called them on my cellphone.

"Hello? Pizza Hut? May I order one box of pepperoni pizza and one box of hawaiian pizza? How much will that be?" I asked.

"Who is this? If this is one of those pranks, you better lay off." He said in a authorative and threatening voice.

"Wait," I said slowly, "This isn't Pizza Hut?" I blinked.

I could've sworn I dialed the right number.

"Who are you?" He said in a deep scary voice.

"Elisse Parker." I said confidently.

"Well, Elisse, you are talking to a CEO here. And don't ever call again because you are disturbing me in my work!"

"Jeez... Don't get your panties in a twist. Sorry for dialing the wrong number."

"You better be..." He said rudely.

"Asshole." I muttered.

"What--"

I hanged up on him.

I dialed the Pizza Hut's number again. This ought to be the right one... Right?

"Hello? Pizza Hut? May I order one boz of pepperoni pizza and one box of hawaiian pizza? How much will that be?" I asked.

"Is this some kind of prank Elisse?!"

No.  Way.

What the hell!

I was sure I dialed the correct one this time. I looked around for a Pizza Hut flyer, my cellphone still attached to my ear. I found the flyer and saw the number.

Ohhhh... Facepalm. Ooops wrong number...

"Now, if you won't lay off, you will suffer from serious consequences. Don't forget that you are talking to a CEO here."

Motherfucker...

Can't he see that all I want is some pizza? Hello?! Starving girl over here!

"The hell I care if you are a CEO! I don't even fucking care if you are the president of America! You can't  go around and be rude to people just because they disturbed you in your work! Especially when they are hungry as hell and all they fucking want is pizza! You got me?" I snapped at him.

"I also don't care if they are 'hungry as hell and all they fucking want is pizza' because my job is important. I earn a million per hour!" He answered back.

"Show off..."

"Yeah... A million per hour unlike you who can't even afford a proper meal!"

I gasped.

"Excuse me! But unlike you, I have good taste in food, I am not rude to people, and I am not a fucking show off!!!"

"You are not rude?! If what you are doing right now is not being rude, then I don't know what is!" He roared.

"Well you started it, idiot!"

"I started it?! Who called late at night just for fucking pizza!"

"I dialed the wrong number!"

"Congratulations for realizing it..." His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Hey! I'm a starving girl craving for pizza, is that a crime?"

"No but--"

"Well, then congratulations for realizing it too, dumbass."

With that, I hanged up on him for the second time. I looked at the clock, my shift was over. I collected my things and headed home grinning triumphantly. That'll show that motherfucking CEO...