POV - AmeliaMy eyes fluttered open, wincing from the bright sun light peeking through the slit of the curtains.
I looked over to my clock, 7.56 AM. I woke up 4 minutes earlier than my alarm was set. I groaned in anger. I could still be sleeping for another 4 minutes.
I decide to get out of bed, not wanting to fall asleep and be late for work.
I work at a small city cafe called Mocha Cafe three days a week. I earn just enough to pay rent for my flat and some for food.
I don't need much because I rarely ever go out for fun and I don't really have friends.
I don't have parents either nor do I have any siblings.
I take a shower waking me up from my sleep. Slip on a pair of black skinny jeans, a loose white long sleeve, brush my hair and apply some light makeup just so I don't look dead at work.
I go to the mini kitchen and grab a muesli bar and a bottle of water and slip on my slip on vans and I'm out the door.
I have my own car but I take the train instead to save myself time from looking for a parking spot and the train station is just a five minute walk away.
I arrive at work, tie my apron around my waist and start to get the shop open.
By 12 PM, the cafe is pretty busy and no customer has gotten on my nerves yet which I am grateful for because I hate work already and I don't need any more reasons for me wanting to quit.
I go to serve a booth near the door that I didn't see come in.
As I reach the booth, my breathing falters. Before they can notice my shock, I cover it with a smirk instead.
She notices me and I see her eyes widen a bit before she returns the same smirk.
"Amelia Carter, how lovely for us to see you out of school?" Sarah says with a fake smile and a glint in her eye as she remembers everything she's done to me.
Ever since junior year of high school, Sarah Jamison has been my number one bully. She made fun of me that I had no parents and I'd never retaliate the way she wanted me to. Yes, I did cry myself to sleep the first few times but that's only because she was a constant reminder of my non existing parents. Throughout the rest of high school though, I'd never give her the satisfaction of hurting me emotionally so she turned to other ways. Physically. Hurting. Me.
I know I should've seen it coming but I didn't know a girl I wanted to befriend so bad since day one, would be capable of doing that.
"Can I take your order?" I replied back with the least enthusiasm.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that can't you? Haven't you always wanted to talk to Travis here?" She wraps her arms around his upper arm, locking arms with him.
My eyes turn to Travis, his eyes met mine with a blank look like his intentions weren't to make me jealous.
I had feelings for Travis Adams since the start of high school and I've done well shutting him out but whenever I see him, my feelings come back instantly. There's something about him that's so intriguing but I know he would never be with someone like me. He has a type, and it's not brown haired girls who works at a cafe for a living with no parents and survives barely off her income. He likes the blonde bimbos who choose to party on school nights and have rocking bodies for his own pleasure.
"I'm just doing my job. I'm not really up for chit chat and catching up, Sarah. So can I take your order or not?" I answer bluntly, not allowing myself to say anything further in case I get fired for being rude to a customer.
Sarah drops her arms and glares at me.
Travis chuckles lightly but only for me to see as Sarah was flipping her luscious blonde hair like she had not just been shut down.
I took their order and went back to the kitchen. Their order was prepared five minutes later and I took it to their table.
"Cream cheese and avocado bagel sandwich, ham and cheese melt and a hot chocolate" I said as I put their food on their table. I put down the hot chocolate and a little spilled out going onto Sarah's hair.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry Sarah." I say with an apologetic tone when really inside, I am gleaming.
Sarah gasps and stands up.
"You little bitch" She growls.
"You did this on purpose to get back to me. Do you know how much it cost for me to get my hair this colour? Probably costed more than your income. Just because you can't defend yourself at school so you go and try to at work. What a loser" she scoffed, as she walked away to the bathroom.
Travis sighs and I look up at him.
"Sorry for that, you're not a loser. She just loses her temper quickly" he says looking me in the eye trying to see how I'm feeling.
"It's nothing really, I've heard worse. She can do better" I laugh humourlessly, not meeting his eyes in case he sees that I am actually affected.
"Why do you do that? Let people step on you so easily. You can defend yourself and easily get Sarah suspended but you don't." He says seeming as if he cares about me.
But there's no way, he just thinks I'm stupid for letting someone trample over me like the loser I am.
"There are things you don't know about me and I'm just trying to get through high school so I can graduate then leave this town. I'm not looking for anymore trouble or drama. If I got Sarah suspended, you have no idea what she could do to me."
"I'm not looking for pity, I can take care of myself. Just go take care of your girlfriend, it seems that getting hot chocolate on your hair is the end of the world" I say as I walk away.
I get to the kitchen and let out a breath. That was the first time I've talked to Travis and it was not how I imagined us talking for the first time to be like.
It is now 5 PM and we just closed. I take my belongings and leave for the train station. Today was an eventful day.
I get home and head straight to the shower. I ate some leftovers before at the cafe so I wasn't hungry. After the shower, I changed into some sweatpants and a black hoodie. Right now it was winter and the temperature was below 10°C.
I lie in bed on my phone for a bit. Just scrolling through Facebook.
A status caught my eye. 'Travis Adams is single'
I lock my phone, putting it on charge and turn off the lamp on my bedside table.
I wonder what happened to Sarah and Travis.
A feeling sparks inside me but I shake it off.
I turn on my side and drift to sleep thinking about the possibilities of why they may have broke up.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was a bit crap!! It was kind of a filler chapter. Let me know your thoughts in the comments :')
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