Misfit

Chapter two

Walking home from school in the rain was never fun. At times like these I'm glad I don't live more than probably two miles from my school. Still it was raining hard. I started sprinting through the rain, remembering I have to be at work in about half an hour.

Once I get home my curls are unruly and sopping wet, I change into my uniform for work. I've never really minded it, I'm not a girly girl but as a waitress you are kind of required to look decent enough. Which is what I go for at work. Decent enough.

I pulled the black skirt on that ended mid thigh and hugged me along with the black v neck and tried drying my curls a bit with a towel before painting my eyes a grayish color and pulling my curls into a pony tail that brushed near my boobs. I looked decent enough. I knew my boss wouldn't question my appearance if I came wearing a garbage bag though.

I decided to call someone for a ride to work since it was raining like hell. At times like these I'm happy my parents have jobs they deem more important than me. You'd think as their only child left living that they would pay attention to me, I guess after years of me pushing them away and rebelling against what they wanted me to turn out like had caused this.

Jeremy, the bartender at work, came to pick me up laughing at how "my skateboard couldn't take me everywhere" he had been one of the ones I worked with that got on my case about being old enough to drive and choosing a skate board over a car.

He also had the same amount of brain cells as a rock.

He's cute though.

As we parked at work we both bolted out of his car and into the building. I put my apron on and my name tag that read Ryan and got to work on my section in the lowly lit bar I worked in. Since I was not eighteen I could not serve drinks yet, or that's what was stated. I still carried drinks to costumers, it's not like they notice the difference in a dark bar.

As I was walking to my table I saw a face oh so familiar and he wasn't alone, infact he was with someone that looks as if they just stepped out of a magazine.

"Brandon what can I get you today." I smiled at his date politely. I know it's never good to be a bitch to the woman.

He looked at me shocked and I swear for a moment embarrassment washed over his face. "Um I'll have a water." Meekly said his date. Volvok still sat with his eyes wide. I raised my eyebrows and he coughed out a Pepsi.

To say I was jealous would be accurate. The girl he was with had long brown hair, it looked to reach her waist. She was gorgeous with slightly tilted eyes that made her look exotic along with her sharp cheek bones. Her small frame and petite body were also something I was envious of. I shook the thought as I offered a warm smile going to their table with their drinks.

I thought it was weird they came to a bar and both ordered non alcoholic beverages. I wasn't one to say anything though our food was also killer. But so was alcohol.

"Would you two like to order something or do you need more time.." I trailed off waiting for a response. Brandon still couldn't look me in the eye and I wasn't sure why.

The girl looked at me and smiled shyly, "what would you recommend?" She questioned.

I thought about it, "well the house burger is to die for. Our cook, Johnny, man he's killer on the grill. Also we have a great chicken gravy dinner." I thought about what I usually got here.

"I think I'll just take a salad." She said and I almost let my smile slip, I was really starting to like the girl. Actually that's a lie but now that she wants a fucking salad I'm not sure. Hell if I was on a date and he was buying my food I sure as fuck wouldn't get a salad.

I nodded and turned to volvok. "Uh I'll take the house burger." He mumbled and I gathered their menus with a promise of being back.

I went to tell Johnny he had to make the burger and told him to make it good because it was for a teacher I had. Jeremy came over to where I was standing waiting on the order after I went to serve a different table. "So who's the sexy chick here with that you seem to know?" He questioned and I gave a dumbfound look to him. "Table seven." He sighed.

"Oh volvok and his date?" I caught on. "He's my history teacher." I grumbled.