Unexpected Love

Introduction

Leaving high school is so relieving yet difficult. I've always hated everyone, so there is no reason to miss them. What makes me emotional about the whole "graduating and leaving high school behind" thing is not being able to see these people everyday, especially my friends. God, will I miss them. There is no way I am going to lose contact with them, that isn't even a choice for any of us to do. Forever sisters.

I have my whole summer to do whatever I please, like be with my best friends, stay out all night, and party all I want. Maybe not the last thing but I will definitely be out all the time. Parties aren't really my thing. Being that I wasn't very popular, I was never invited to any high school parties. I'm not bothered by it though, I have just as much fun being in a McDonald's at 12 am, eating a Big Mac. Mmm Big Mac.

Incase you haven't realized, I love food and food loves me. That's the only real relationship I've really had in my life. No boy wants a girl who is tripping over her own white converse, and wears nothing but baggy t-shirts and ripped skinny jeans. All they want is girls with full-on cleavage being shown and booty short wearing hoes. Sorry, but that's not me. I rather be wearing no makeup, my hair in a messy bun, and my oversized #1 Pop Pop t-shirt. Again, sorry.

Back to food. I'm a fat-ass, don't judge me thanks. I had decided to go out with my friends the night after graduation. Everyone was out partying, so I decided to do something instead of staying in like most nights. We all agreed on Wendy's, to switch up our little routine of getting fake meat and greasy fries every Friday night. Ha, I wasn't going to get a salad! You really thought I was going to be healthy? Hell no, if I'm gonna go to fast food place, I'm getting myself a burger and fries. 

Going up to order, I tell the young looking guy what I want and hand him a crumbled 20 dollar bill that was gathering dust at the bottom of my over packed purse. He scrunched his nose before hitting the buttons to the register, and handing me my change moments later. I stood in front of him for a few more seconds, taking in his appearance. He wears the normal Wendy's uniform, being  red shirt, a black hat that covered his chestnut locks, and a black smock with his name tag clipped to the top right.

"Um...can you please move?" the boy asks me in a rather rude manor, even though he put a lot of emphasis on the 'please'.

I look behind me to see a line that had formed within the few seconds I had been standing here in a daze. Oh my god, was it seconds or minutes? My cheeks burn as I walk away and gain a few odd glares from other customers. Wow, my summer just started and already I'm creeping out people. College is gonna be a blast.