Painful Love (MC fanfiction)

10 | Truth

ASHLEY'S POV

"Oh my God." I said under my breath. I pressed hardly on my temples.

"I think I'm gonna go." Emily spoke from behind me. She got up and collected her clothes.

"This is all so wrong." I whispered.

"See?!" Emily suddenly screamed. "This would be right if you didn't like him and you liked me. But this is wrong because you like him and you don't like me!"

It was true. And I realized it.

"Look, I need to know why he came here in the first place and what he took. It was some kind of paper. But what matters most right now is what the fuck just happened." I said. I didn't know what I was saying, I just felt my voice coming out but I couldn't hear what I was saying.

"I'm gonna go. You get one hour to get your shit together. See you at work." And with that, she was gone.

Work.

Fuck.

I groaned and got up, getting into my uniform. It was a cute outfit. A light blue sleeveless dress with white collars and a waist belt. Hair must be in a bun. If hair longer than shoulders, tie into a ponytail. If it's longer than shoulders even after tying up, braid or bun. I broke the code and left my hair in a ponytail. I was way too lazy to braid it or put it in a bun, like, what even?

We always had a seasonal item of choice. For winter, I chose a cute little Let It Snow necklace. It was a normal necklace with a snowflake charm. It was beautiful. Footwear must be white. So I chose my normal cream flats. I always winged my liner no matter what. For work, I winged my liner just a little. Barely in sight, but it's there anyways.

I got ready and walked out. I reached the cafe. It was a family business, but ever since I came here everyday after school ever since I was 15, they recognized me and memorized my order. Sooner or later, I became close friends with Emily when she got a job here. She talked to me one day and I told her I had no source of income.

She offered me a job so now I'm working here. It was great, actually. Her family really grew onto me and got used to me. It was amazing. It's like working with all your best friends as your co-workers.

I reached the counter and grabbed my name tag. It was switching shifts time, so no customers are allowed except if they booked a table. I was lunch shift, which was 12:30 to 6:30.

"Ashley Frangipane!" I called out, letting boss know I'm already here.

"Late again, Ashley." Mr. Smith said with an exaggerated sigh. He rolled his eyes when he looked at me. "You know what I told you last time."

"I know, but I promise I won't do it aga-"

"That's what you said last time, too." He cut me off with an annoyed glare.

"I'm serious this time, Boss. I really didn't mean to be late today. There's a lot on my plate right now and I'm in a really stressed situation. I swear to the God above us all, Mr Smith. Please, I'm begging you!" I said, tears threatening to spill.

He took one more glance at me. He rolled his eyes. He exhaled heavily.

"One last time." He held a finger. "If you're late, let it be even a second, I will not hesitate to fire you."

"Okay." I nodded frantically.

"You know, usually people don't take the risk and quit." He said, an amused tint glimmering in his eyes. "I can see you really need this job. Like, really."

"Yes, I really do." I smiled softly.

"Are you staying by yourself? Is that why you need a high amount in income?" He asked concerned. He can go from strict boss to overprotective father in .2 seconds.