Recovery

Chapter 1

"Bitch." I heard someone say as I slam my locker closed. 

I look around and see a group of girls across the hall laughing at me. I roll my eyes as I hear them speak more words. I sigh, walking out the door of the school, to my beat up truck. 

I throw my stuff in the passenger seat and rest my head on the steering wheel. Trying not to break down, I start the truck, look out the window, and see people staring at me. I breath, ignore them. I think to myself. Just two more months of this bullshit. Two more months until I'm out of here. I can't wait. 

I drive to a close gas station, and change into my work clothes. Sticking my head out of the door, making sure no one from school is here. I grab a granola bar and stick it into my pocket before the cashier looks up from the customer before me. 

I get a fountain soda and set it on the counter. "90 cents." She rudely remarks.

I give her a dollar and walk out.

Climbing into my truck I see a girl from my school and I hurry out of the parking lot. No one needs to see that I have to work. I know others work, but I don't want to be known as that. I don't want people from school showing up and harassing me. I don't need that. I hurry to work and clock in, putting my apron on, and a fake smile, hoping no one I know shows up and sits in my section. 

I walk up to the door when a really cute guy walks in. "How many?" I question him. His chiseled jaw line is covered in a thin layer of black hair, leading up to his shaggy, dark brown hair on top of his head. His blue eyes shining.

"One," He sighs. 

I smile at him, walking to the booth in the back. "Here you go. " I cheer, handing him a menu. "What would you like to drink?"

He looks nervous, his eyes glassy, and the flannel he's wearing sets off his hair in a good way. "I'll just have a water." He chokes at the end and I walk away. 

"He's staring at you?" Lauren points out while I'm filling a glass of water.

"What? Who?" I gape, looking at the handsome man who I sat a few minutes ago.

"That beautiful man you just had to sit in your section." She laughs. 

I laugh with her and see he is staring at me. His eyes scanning my face, I look down at the water overflowing. "Shit" I whisper and Lauren laughs at me again, moving her long brown hair from her face.

I walk over to his table and take his order. He smiles the entire time, making me nervous. 

What seems like two hours later, and about 7 check ups on his food, he finally asks for the check, and goes to Zoe at the cash register. I look over and he makes a gentle glance at me. Seeing Lauren from the side of Zoe, she gives me a weird look. I turn away, about to take another order when Zoe comes up to me. 

"He wants your number. " She giggles. 

I look over her shoulder at the smiling man talking to Lauren while she is having other people pay. "What?"

"He asked me for your number," 

"No way."

"He did!" She exclaims looking back over to him, who is now staring. "You should give it to him, he doesn't look much older than you."

I sigh, walking over to him. I give him a questioning glare, and he looks down at my name tag. "Haley?" he smiles. Zoe and Lauren walk away, leaving me here alone with him, and the last person who needs to pay.

"Sorry, " I tell the lady as she hands me her check and money, and walks away before I can give her the receipt and change. I shrug my shoulders, throw away the receipt and put the change in my pocket. 

"So." He begins. "I would really like your number."

I turn to him a little further and lean on the counter that stands between us. "Why?" I question, knowing I sound rude. "I'm sorry, I'm use to people making fun of me, and rejecting me, and just ignoring me. Why would you want my number?"

"Well," he takes a breath. "You're very beautiful. " I blush a bit, but not being phased by his words. 

"Thank you?"

"You are, " 

A coughing noise interrupts him, and I see someone is waiting to pay. I turn to Lauren who is already walking over. 

"Continue. " I turn back to him. 

"You are a very beautiful girl, I'm not lying."

"You could tell me your name before you flirt." I laugh, being some what serious.

"What time do you get off?" I look behind him at the clock.

"Two hours." I shrug.

"I'll wait." He grins.

"What?" I'm puzzled.

"I'll wait, so you don't get fired for talking to a customer too long."

"No, no, you can't just wait around for two hours."

"Why not?"

"Because, don't you.. don't you have a life or something?"

"Yes, but it can wait, until I find out some stuff about you." His smile grows, and butterflies take over my stomach as he sits at the bar and orders a soda.