The Jerk and the Romantic Girl

The Jerk Jake

Two weeks are passed since I gave Ryder's shirt to the guy I splashed with my espresso, and he didn't call me,yet.

When that day I went to the bathroom i noticed something. He left his shirt, his coffee splashed shirt on the sink.  

Gosh! I'm so stupid! I practically gave away my brother's favourite shirt to a complete stranger! And I didn't even ask his number! What the hell was going with me?  

I took the shirt not bothering to wash it and put it in a bag, to give him when (if) I see him again. What he's thinking? I'm not his maid, you know? 

Two weeks that I'm on the edge. I snap at everyone, but guess what? I've a job now, it seems like my lady boss liked my temper or something. So now I'm a waitress in the restaurant "Bella Italia", pretty odd, I know but if she's okey, hey I don't have a problem for sure! 

I wonder if Lily is an angel or something, cause even if during this two weeks I had been the worst friend/housemate ever, she didn't say anything, just had patience. I guess that's why she's my best friend and also the best housemate I could ever have, cause I think no one, except her can live with me when I'm in these conditions.. 

"Two Carbonara and two steaks!" I shout to the kitchen turning to get the red vine, my table also ordered. A couple is celebrating their first anniversary, if I heard right.. What? I was not eavesdropping! I happened to be there when they said so!  

I wonder how that feels, you know? To have someone you can always count on, will always be there for you no matter what, and someone to grow old with. I've never be with someone, guys tried to hit on me but i was never interested so they just gave up.. I Always thought that if someone liked me he had to prove himself, like in the books, like in stories I always loved to read and to watch .. But obviously my life it's not a movie and I'm finally realizing it. Even if I still consider myself as a love sick puppy, I'm becoming more and more less interested in real love, I still love the love that I read in the books or that I see in the movies and in the tv shows, but that's the point, there not real they're Perfect but just fictional. Oh God I just built my life on fictional thoughts! 

How could I not realize it before? Oh right, my parents died then Ryder left and all that I had was were my romances and my movies.  

So lets put this straight.  

I'm no architect, though I have a degree in both interior designing and landscaping, I've never had a boyfriend so now I'm starting to not believe in love anymore, cause in my experience.. Well love sucks. All the butterflies, all the crappy lovesick songs and all the fantasies, in my experience were always crushed by the brutal reality. My parents died. And my brother, Oh! I don't even know if he's okay! So putting things straight the conclusion is.. My life sucks.  

[crash] 

You gotta be kidding me! 

Shit. 

"What happened?" I see my boss coming towards me with a worried look one her face. 

"Mel? Gosh are you okay? Did you got cut?"  

I look down to my hands. They're red, but I can't say if it's blood or vine. Great, I can't even distinguish vine and blood. I'm pathetic. 

"Michael!" my boss Allison calls out one of the other waiters, kneeling herself besides me. 

"I'm already here.. Don't worry I'll clean up." I smile at him. He's always been nice to me, since the very first day i start working here,one week ago. 

"Come with me sweetheart, lets clean those cuts" Allison says taking my hand in hers delicately. I slowly stand up and follow her in her office were she also keeps the first aid box.