Little Love ||Darrel Curtis / Outsiders FF||

3||

Walking into my room, I sighed and kicked off my shoes while rubbing my temples. Fucking migraines, man.

It's been a long day, from work, to Sandy showing up, to now. I can't even deal. I swear if Bob decides to be a bitch today.

Prim jumped in my lap and I laid back on the bed while rubbing her and hearing her satisfied purrs.

There was something hard against my neck, so I reached back and pulled it from underneath. I recognized the book immediately, it was Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. The book was great, it was about changing and seeing things differently, from a different perspective, possibly from someone else's point of view.

(Wink wink)

I thumbed through the pages and found my favorite part, the part where Atticus, a white male, stands up for Tom Robinson, a black male. The thing about it is, when this was written, 5 years ago, and even now we people are very racist and cruel towards one another. I believe everyone is human though, and someone should be judged by his character and actions, not by look, past mistakes, and skin color.

I looked at all he highlighted parts and the marginal notes in the book and smiled to myself. (I legit do this. It helps me remember and shows important things like lessons.)

I thought back to what happened at the diner earlier today and laughed to myself at what Kieran and I did. Man we're evil.

Sandy had just walked into the diner like she owned the place and being her prissy little self and seated herself at a table that I waited on. I glared at her all the way over there but didn't say anything, because I needed this job. After a few minutes of her looking at the menu I walked over to her and politely tried to take her order. She wasn't having any of it.

"What can I get you, miss priss?" I asked in the most fake nice voice I had ever heard. When she glared over the menu at me I returned the glare but still had an overly fake smile plastered on.

"Nothing from you." She sneered as if she was better than anyone and everyone. Yeah, okay.

"Unfortunately for you, miss, I wait this table, and the only other waitress here at this time is Kieran, and lord knows she isn't going to wait on your ass. So, again, what will you be having?"

"Nothing, I'd rather just leave." She stated standing up.

"No one's stopping you. In fact, the door is right there." I smart mouthed pointing to the glass double doors.

"I know that."

"I'm sorry, you're such an airhead, I didn't know if you were aware."

"By the way, how's the bastard?" I asked before either of us walked away.

"Oh please, I had that problem aborted as soon as I found out. How else was I supposed to keep this figure? But Florida was great, heaven knows I needed the break from this place." She shuddered like Tulsa was a garbage dump and she was the queen of England.

I walked away and picked up a half empty milkshake on my way back to the counter. Once behind the counter I handed it to Kieran who gladly took it.

"Do your best damage." I smirked evilly and leaned on the counter watching as she walked over to Sandy and poured the thing over her head before laughing manically and walking away.