Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 1

"Riley, clean up on table four!" My dad calls out.

Other teenagers would be out - partying, having fun - not working in a crowded smoothy shack for minimum wage.

My dad owns Groovy Smoothy, the second biggest smoothing shack in the town, therefore I'm kinda obligated to work here so my dad doesn't waste money on getting an actual waitress.

I let out an unattractive groan, get out my cleaning rag from a compartment in my apron.

"You want me to take that?" My best friend Alexa offers.

I shake my head and smile, she has done so much for me today. I tighten the bun atop my head, preparing for the huge mess I'm about to see.

I give a big smile at the man, his wife and their spoilt chubby son.

I've been to their table five times to clean up the kid's mess. Any time he messes up the place, the parents just laugh and coo at him. It sickens me.

"Would you like anything else." I ask with the smile still on my face after I've cleaned the smoothy mess up.

"Ah no think you dear." The woman says smiling back at me.

I turn my back on them and my smile instantly vanishes.

Alexa is in the corner giggling at me and I narrow my eyes at her.

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After an exhausting day at work, Alexa and walk down a road that leads to her house.

"You know, working at the shack is kinda fun." She beams at me.

"Seriously? All the customers are so annoying and for minimum wage?" I rub my hands up and down my arms to prevent the cold, regretting not bringing an extra layer.

"Besides them, it's kinda fun, all the cute boys from our school hang out there, nice to watch." She kinda has a point there. "Oh and I don't really get to see you much out side school and work, so it's kinda nice."

We reach her doorstep and she bids me goodbye.

"We should really hang out more often you know." I say to her.

"Yeah, how bout tomorrow?"

"Sounds great."

I begin my own journey to my house. The sun starts to descend and the street lights come on.

I pull out my headphones and listen to some music because the sound of the night gives off and eerie feeling to it.

I look down at my feet, trying to avoid the crack so I don't trip because that would be so embarrassing.

But knowing my own luck, it didn't take me to long to actually trip, and it wasn't because of the cracks, no no no. Riley Carmichael took it to a whole new and tripped on her own foot.

Instead of falling flat on the hard ground, I land on something a little softer.

"Hey! Watch it!" A husky voice says under me and pushes me to the side so I'm lying beside the person.

His luminous green eyes turns and meets mine, scans my face and his face instantly darkens.

He pushes himself up with ease.

"I am so sorry." I scramble to my feet and try to make out his face in the dark.

Everybody knows everyone in this small town and he looks kinda familiar but I haven't seen him around here before.

He towers over me and grunts. "Watch where you're going next time." He walks the opposite way, not before hitting his shoulder against mine.

"Rude much." I mumble, rubbing my shoulder. It would be too soon if I see him again.

Spotting the outline of my house, I walk up to my house, brushing of all the things that just happened recently.

I crack the door open and drop my bag by it. "I'm home ma!" I call out.

Whenever the house is strangely quiet - I know for a fact my mom is in her almost sound proof study.

I meet her yelling profanities at her computer. "Uh... mom?"

She looks up, the deep scowl on her face vanishes and is replaced by a large toothy smile. "Oh hey honey, didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah." I walk in and plop down on a recliner chair — also known as my mom's think spot. "Is it Timothy again?"

"Yes." She heaves a sigh and slams her head down on the keys. "I don't know how to kill him off."

"How about an explosion caused by his evil twin?" I suggest.

"Too dramatic."

"Anonymous hitman!"

"To creepy."

"Car crash?"

"Paula died that way."

"Suicide?"

Her head jots up. "Ooh! I can feel the juices flowing!" She gets up and moves over to me with her laptop. "And Dove will admit her love for him and commits suicide too!"

"Exactly!" I exclaim.

She lightly shoves me off her recliner chair and takes my spot. "Thank you dear!"

My mom isn't like most moms — she's a bit all over the place. You see, she's a writer and she has four best selling books. She's currently trying to put her plot together and make sure there aren't any loopholes.

I usually read over her stories and make sure nothing contrasts/sounds weird in her stories, so that conversation we had earlier is completely normal.

"Oh and darling!" My mom beckons. "Guess what?"

"I don't know, what?" I ask anxiously. She has this smug smile on her face that's makes me scared to actually hear what she's about to say next, I mean it could be anything!

"The Cambridge clan is moving back!" She exclaims.

I blink at my mom, waiting for her to say 'Early April fools!'

When her mouth finally opens relief washes over me.

"And they're coming for dinner tomorrow!"

Say what?!

"I-I thought they moved away?" I tilt my head to the side like a lost puppy.

"Well they're moving back, without Foster's dad, his parents are getting a divorce. So Ava and Foster will come back and live beside us while Chris stays back."

"Oh."

"You should have crossed paths with him, considering they were unloading boxes all day."

I would tell her I don't want them to come, but then she would only question me and I don't even have the answers.

So all I do is just put up the best fake smile I can muster.

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