His Ballerina [on hold until further notice]

Chapter One

Damon's POV

 

"Are you coming over to mine then?"

I looked over at my best friend, Joseph, school just got out and I'd usually spend the rest of the day at his house, but I had work, of course I didn't tell him this, I'd of been the laughing stock of the whole school population if anyone ever found out I had to work.

Instead, I made up a harmless little white lie. "No, my brother's coming home tonight; my mom wants to have family night or something like that." I shrugged and rolled my eyes as if the very thought seemed childish to me.

Joseph nodded and shrugged, slapping my back. "Aye well, have fun," he grinned, knowing how much my brother and I didn't get along. "I'll see you tomorrow, anyway, right?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yeah, the usual meeting place?" I asked and he nodded giving me one last wave before walking towards his car.

Sighing, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and headed to my car, sliding into the seat and staying there for at least ten minutes, thinking. I hated lying to my friends, but sometimes it was necessary. I didn't want to be the laughing stock of the school, I did have a reputation to uphold after all, it wasn't thought normal for the most popular kid in school to work. 

Plus, I wasn't fully lying to my friends, my brother actually was due home today for a little while, and in all honesty, I was quite excited to see him, it had been way too long since I'd last seen him, and don't tell anyone this, but I actually missed him.

Sure, we didn't get along, what siblings did? Growing up we always fought, that's always the most natural thing to do with yours siblings, but with Dallas and I, it just seemed to get worse as we got older and stronger, but when he left, the house was left empty and odd, every time we see each other, we act like we hate seeing each other, but in reality, we're ecstatic, we don't show it very often, but we do.

It took me a little over ten minutes to get to the diner where I worked, it wasn't busy and no one from school actually came here, or any that I knew, and if I did see a familiar face, I'd usually just hide and get another person working with me to take their orders and serve until they are no longer there.

I walked in through the back, taking an apron with my name tag on off a hanger and tying it around my waist. I walked towards the locker room, opening up my locker and stuffing my phone and few other things we weren't allowed during work in there before slamming it shut.

I turned, preparing myself a couple hours of torture here and pretty much jumped out of my skin when I caught sight of the small figure forever looming around me. I quickly composed my startled expression and flashed the girl my signature smirk.

"Hi, Damon!" she chirped happily.

"Afternoon, Cindy." I said calmly, moving around her to head into the diner knowing she'd follow after me - she always did.

"So do you want to get drinks after work?" she asked, holding onto my arm and looking up at me through her eyelashes flirtatiously.

I moved her hand off of me effortlessly. "Can't," I replied dismissively. "I've got plans."

She pouted and placed her hands on her hip. "But you always have plans!" she whined.

I rolled my eyes; she never seemed to get the hint. "Yeah well, I'm a busy guy." I muttered ignoring her as I moved passed her to attend to a couple that had just walked in, barely sparing her a second glance.

I greeted the couple with a polite smile and took their orders, walking back around the counter to tap the bell heading into the kitchen and yelling out the order, pinning the torn piece of paper I had scrawled the order on to the wheel and spinning it around for the cooks to see.