How Pizza Saved My Love Life

3."Say cheese, Pizza Boy"

"Aubrey, we're going out there's money in the safe if you need anything," my dad yells from down stairs and I nod then I remember they can't see me.

"Alright bye." I'm so happy damn it was about time they left. I like being home alone. With pizza.

The delivery guy will be here any minute  and I am starving. Me and pizza, we have an amazing connection. It's like this relationship that nobody can understand. Whenever I'm sad, pizza is there. Happy, pizza is there. Angry, pizza is there. Just one phone call away and a ride of forty minutes.

I watch several videos, waiting for the doorbell to ring.

Finally the moment I have waited for ,for what seems like one million years, is here. Pizza has arrived bitches.

I run down the stairs as fast as I can and flip the door open.

However, for the first time ever, pizza wasn't what caught my eye when the door was wide open.

I close and open my eyes a few times just to make sure I'm not high even though I've never even seen a joint before.

"Jordan?" You can literally see the 'what the actual hell is going on' look on my face.

You can basically smell the shock on me.

You can hear the pitch of my voice getting higher and higher out of surprise.

You can...okay I think you get my point.

"Oh shit," Satan's brother mumbles.

"Is this your halloween costume?" I ask in amusement.

"It's April, nut head."

"Maybe you're practicing," I say sarcastically.

"Did anyone ever tell you you have an amazing sense of humor?" He smiles falsely and I immediately give him the same false smile.

"A lot of people actually."

"You should know that they were lying," he fires back and I fake laugh.

"You think you have a nice comeback game? That's cute. But you should know that this was a fifth grader comeback and it won't get you anywhere in life." I say confidently.

"Just take your fucking pizza."

"This is no way to treat your customers, Mr...what's your name again. I'm sorry I can't see the name tag, can you move your arm a bit?" I'm really enjoying this.

"I don't think you need a name tag babe. I'm pretty sure you've stalked my Instagram profile over a thousand times freshman year," he smirks, pushing my buttons.

"You know what I thought of you Freshman year?" I didn't wait for his response. "I thought you were a narcissistic fuckboy who thought he was the best guy in the entire world. So yeah, I pretty much hated your fucking  guts."

"That's not what everyone in the entire town thinks, love."

I hate him.

With a fucking passion.

"Okay why don't I tell you something Pizza Boy? You give me my pizza, and I will give you some tips, because, you know, this is what you're working for right?"

"You tipping me won't change that you had a creepy crush on me at the start of high school."

"It won't. But it will give people something else to talk about." As fast as I could, I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and opened the camera app. "Say cheese, Pizza Boy."

And I took the picture.

I. Fucking. Slay.

"What give me that!" He tries to reach for my phone but I've already put it in my bra. "What are you gonna do with that?!"

"Um I don't know, show it to everyone maybe?" I say in a DUH tone and the looks on his face is priceless.

"No please. Listen Aubrey, nobody knows I work as a pizza guy okay? This will be fucking humiliating if anyone found out. I was so happy my shifts were on the weekends because everyone is usually out and nobody important stays in–"

"So you're saying I'm not important? You know you are just winning me over by every word you're saying damn boy."

"That's not what I meant! Listen I would do anything if you keep this picture to yourself. Please."

This just made the bitch side of me rise and shine. I mean the bitch side is always there I meant the evil bitch side. He is giving me the opportunity of a lifetime. Jordan, also known as Jay Slay and Jordan the Lord-in , was telling same ol' me that he would do anything so that I could keep his little secret and keep his reputation right where it is now.

I picture him as a peasant slave, rubbing my feet and making me food. I imagine him giving me facials and holding my bags as I shop. The images were endless in that very second and I couldn't choose one. I needed time to plan this shit.

"Anything?" I smirk.

He looks hesitant at first but says the word anyway..."Anything."

I almost smell the regret reeking from him and see the helpless look on his face. He looks like he's waiting for my response as if it was a life or death situation.

I felt so powerful right then. Like I had the world at my feet. This is by far the best achievement I've ever done in my life. This is better than getting a B+ in maths. And let me tell you I thought that B+ was my biggest achievement ever.

"Okay then. Keep the change." I smirk and take my pizza. He doesn't say anything, nor does he move. He just stands still on my porch with a puppy dog expression on his face.

And I know exactly what I would have said if this was the internet world...'lol'.