Of Jerks & Drama

Chapter 9

It has been a week since I've asked Mateo to be my fake boyfriend, and it has been going really well.

I scribble down the little things I've gathered over the week on Mateo into my journal.

"Hey Alexa!" Emily calls out, lounging on a pastel orange couch opposite me at Groovy Smoothy.

Alexa comes out through a door that leads to the kitchen with large cup between her hands. "Yeah?"

"Can you believe Riley here," she points to me with her boot clad feet. "Didn't want to write an article on the mythical three and now here she is, scribbling in her notebook like there's no tomorrow."

Alexa takes a large gulp out of the cup and waggles her perfectly shaped eyebrows at me.

Emily's laugh echoes through the empty area.

The place is empty because were closed — well just about to open.

She has been going to and fro, in and out of the kitchen, mixing and blending different types of fruits slash things she can lay her hands on together, all because of the announcement my dad made yesterday. He wants all the workers to make a fresh new taste — because he's getting tired of the old ones — and whosesoever wins the competition thing-y gets a raise.

And I, quite frankly, do not care.

"Ooh," Alexa does a little shimmy. "From barely talking to tutor then boyfriend."

I flip her off and stuff my notebook into my bag before they make any more comments.

Alexa's phones buzzes and she shoves the cup into my hands to read her text. "Take a sip." She commands, while staring at her phone.

I look at the contents in it and stick my tongue out in disgust. Emily notices my expression, gets up and walks over to me, laughing.

"What the hell—" She exclaims and moves back, clutching her nose and mouth. "Who in their right mind would drink that crap?!"

"It look like crap, gave birth to vomit twins." I remark.

"That doesn't even make any sense." Alexa says.

"Exactly like this smoothie." I say in a singsong voice.

Emily snickers.

"Okay, okay fine." She flicks her red hair over her shoulder. "It may smell weird... "

"And look like crap." Emily mumbles and when Alexa turns to her, she pretends to look somewhere else.

"And look like crap." Alexa says giving Emily a mock death glare. "But it tastes okay, just try it Riles."

She laces her fingers up together and brings it up to her chest, she juts her lower lip out and it quivers.

Okay.

She looks undeniably cute right now, I could just eat her up, and she'll probably taste better than this smoothie with an unpleasant orange–brown color.

Before I can even say no, Emily swoops in, pries the cup out of my hold and takes a gulp.

I gasp, preparing to call 911.

"Hmm." Emily hummed a sound of acceptance and took another sip before handing it to me.

I reluctantly take a small sip while Emily asked Alexa what was in it.

This is actually good!

"Oh just pears, apples and peanut butter." She states casually as if the combination is totally normal.