Breaking the Cinderella Rules

❁ I'm HEARTLESS

I have a feeling the whole plot of this story is too slow since it switched back from one point of view to another... But anyway, I'm really happy that we reach around 3000 views :D We're going to make it to 4000 very soon :D All these cannot be possible without ALL OF YOU readers. That's why I would love to thank everyone of you for always reading, voting, and commenting on this story. You guys mean a lot to me :'( :D Thank you everyone <3

And more of Fake Mason in the next chapter. Sadly, I've come back to school, which means I'm going to update slower :( I'm sorry :(

Chapter 13—I’m HEARTLESS

Asher

“Good job, boy! The customers are happy!” Mr. Jack, the owner of the bookstore, applauded. He gave me a clap, making the other employees look at me with envy. I grimaced at their envious looks, full of greed. Personally, I’ve had many experiences with greed, and it never ended well.

I grinned awkwardly as I arranged the books on the shelves according to their author’s name, careful not to make a mistake in front of the very own owner. Mr. Jack patted me on the shoulder before studying the other workers on their own work area.

When I placed the last book on the shelf, I sighed in relief. My first part time job had came to an end, and now, I only had to run to the shop across from here. Miss Sharon’s Noodle House was always my refuge for food. I was glad I’ve finally chosen a good part time job in her Noodle House.

Mr. Jack thanked me for working, and I greeted the other workers before running across the street to my next job. From the corner of my eyes, I saw the other worker’s resentment for me softened. After all, we shouldn’t fight fire with fire. I fought fire with water. That’s even smarter, correct?

“Good afternoon, Miss Sharon!” I greeted her with a smile as soon as I got into her restaurant. Frequent customers quickly waved at me, and I approached Miss Sharon to get my apron. Her face lightened up when she saw me make my impression to the customers.

“Hey, Ash!” Miss Sharon gave me a high five before handing me my apron. “Go and help the cooks back there!” She nudged her head to the area behind a frosted glass where the cooks would always be. I nodded at her before jogging to my position. I was never this hyped before.

Quickly, I got to my position and started making noodles delicately. The other chefs glanced at me with no curiosity before heading back to their works. I winced when my hand accidentally brushed the hot boiling water bucket. Silently, I cursed before working with the noodles as gentle as I could.

Miss Sharon smiled when she saw me seriously doing my job. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why she allowed a renegade teenager like me to work inside her shop. Her perspective of teenagers was ruined for some reason I couldn’t explain.

Time ran very rapidly in Miss Sharon’s Noodle House, and before I knew it, I was eating my very own noodle with the other employees. Licking my lip, I stuffed more noodles inside my mouth with enough greed to conclude I was an eating monster. When I glanced around, I saw people staring at me with strange looks. I might look like a kid who hadn’t eaten for days, but I didn’t care. I never cared.

“This is delicious!” I claimed as I finished the noodles.

Miss Sharon laughed. “You’re starving, very very hungry,” she pointed out.

I nodded sheepishly. “Very,” I said. “I didn’t eat lunch. Things went hectic at school.”

“You should always eat three times a day, Ash,” Miss Sharon said. “Don’t skip a meal. It’s not good for your health.”