Starting a new chapter

Chapter three

I sat on Mallory's pink bean bag chair, scrolling down on Instagram photos.

"Gah, I wish I hadn't said that to her." I said as I sat my phone down and looked up at Mallory. She dropped her phone in her lap, obviously texting her boyfriend, Zach, and gave me a concerning look. "I do it to my mom all the time.." she started. I chuckled. She flung her phone up in the air then caught it, doing that repeatedly. "Your mom will blow off some steam, hopefully. I'm usually grounded when I talk back.. life sucks, kid." she proclaimed as she continued to fling her phone in the air.

I sighed and looked down. "Hopefully." I mumble. I then remembered. "Do you have anywhere I can work?" I asked hopefully. She stopped throwing her phone and thought for a moment. "Hm..there's always..- wait no that won't work." she pondered some more. "There's always the library. You can work with me! she exclaimed repositioning herself on her bed.

"I mean..it don't pay a lot, but I guess that's the only thing available. Sign me up." I said.

Just then I heard a knock on the door. "Pizza is here!" Mallory yelled as she slipped down the hall. I dashed after her.

After six slices of cheese pizza, I laid on her couch stuffed. She was right across from me in a rocking chair holding her stomach. "There's always bread sti-.." she started.

"NO." I spat back. We both laughed. "Thanks for helping me, Mallory." I said. She smirked. "No problem! If you need anything, just ask."

I suddenly got a call from Alana.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Emily. What are you doing?"

"Eating pizza with Mallory. Wanna join! We stuffed our stomachs!"

"I'm already out the door!"

I laughed and we hung up. Mallory obviously knew who I was talking to. "She can eat the rest of the pizza and breadsticks!"

"Not if I eat them first!"

An hour later
After an hour of chatting with Alana and Mallory, we all sat on the couch and watched tv. I, was only just looking at Instagram. Who was I looking at you may ask? Adam. I was tempted to send a DM like "hey, it's Emily! That chic you talked to at McDonald's?"

Nah, that's stupid. Besides, he probably gets hundreds of direct messages. Maybe he'll read them? Oh what the heck.

"Hey! It's Emily, from Mcdonalds? I highly doubt you remember me but..just wanted to tell you it's me. Maybe see you tomorrow?"

Ok..that was legit stupid. I glanced over at Mallory and Alana, still focused on the television, then sighed.

"How about I spend the night." I blurted. They both look at me. "I mean, you were going to ask for that job, right?" I questioned Mallory. "Sure I guess." she answered. I clapped my hands together. "Great!"

In the morning
It was about seven in the morning, and I was creeping out to my car to go to mcdonalds.

Once I got there, I sat at the table. Today was sunny, surprisingly. After it rained all yesterday it's like nothing happened.

I scrolled down Instagram again looking at famous people posting food on the social media.

Man was I hungry.

"Emily?" I heard someone ask.

My head perked straight up, there was Adam again. "Huh..didn't think you were going to show up." I huffed. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that. Been a little busy down at the offices." he whispered and takes a sip of his coffee, as usual.

He put the cup down and then looked at me. "Oh, I got your direct message." he said. I rose my eyebrows. "Seriously? I'd think there would be thousands of messages." I laugh. He shrugs and laughs. "Yea..but it said Emily..something something. So I had to check." he answered with a grin.

I blushed. "Well, I'm glad you got it." I stated. "Hey," I started. "If you don't mind, I'll give you my number! If..you want to meet up again." I felt my face flush red.

He grinned and laughed. "Thanks, I could always use another friend that gets me." he smiled at me. As he said, my head flashed with a question to ask him. "W..why do you come here everyday?" I asked curiously. His gaze darted from side to side, avoiding my eyes.

Oh no..did I upset him? "Is there a problem with a guy getting a coffee everyday?" he questioned solemnly. I was shocked by his sudden mood change. "I..guess that's alright." I stammered. What was wrong with him? Was he hiding something?

He got up quickly. "I have to go." he said. He quickly took out a pen and tiny piece of paper from this back pocket and wrote something. He placed it on the table and walked away.

"We'll meet here..tomorrow." he said not turning around. I looked down at the paper. His number I was guessing. But under the paper.. it said.

"I don't like talking about it."