"I still can't believe you went to Reid's house," Mya gushed as we wiped down a diner table together.
"Shut up! I don't want anyone overhearing that," I shushed her, whacking her with the wet rag in my hand. "Besides, it wasn't that big of a deal."
"Not that big of a deal?!" Mya shrieked before lowering her voice to a whisper. "Not that big of a deal? Emmy, this is Reid Sawyer we're talking about. The same Reid Sawyer that is the human version of a Rubik's cube because no one can figure him out. He practically opened the door to his personal life for you, and you're just dismissing it like it's no big deal?"
I shrugged, picking up plates and placing them into a bucket filled with soapy water. "I don't know. Reid's just a person like the rest of us so I don't understand everyone's fascination with him. I'm sure he has a good reason for being so mysterious all the time so I don't want to pry into his personal life with no regard for his privacy."
"Emmy," Mya sighed, placing down new, unused silverware on the now spotless table. "You know I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that Reid is opening up to you even though he seems like he hates everyone."
"Oh, trust me. He hated me at first, too," I laughed, carrying the full soapy bucket back to the kitchen. Mya trailed behind me.
"There's a thin line between love and hate," Mya sing-songed.
"Mya!" I groaned. "I told you to stop saying stuff like that. Reid does not like me, okay?"
"I'll stop saying it when it stops being true," Mya retorted as we set down the dirty dishes by the dish washing station.
"It's not true, though," I argued, pulling her out of the kitchen.
"Why don't we test that?" Mya asked suddenly. I looked at her confusedly.
"What do you mean?"
She pointed behind me, and I followed her finger to a booth in the corner. Reid freaking Sawyer. Did he have a sixth sense or something? It seemed like every time Mya and I talked about him he showed up minutes later. He better not have overheard our conversation.
"What are you gonna do? March over there and ask him if he fancies me?"
Mya grinned devilishly.
"No, Mya. That would be beyond embarrassing. Absolutely not!" I objected loudly enough that Reid turned to look at us. My cheeks heated up as I gave him an awkward half wave. My face probably looked mortified. He confusedly waved back before shaking his head and going back to looking at his menu.
"That's not what I had in mind, but you seem to be pretty good at embarrassing yourself anyway. I was thinking something more like the Abigail test."
"Abigail?" Now I was the confused one.
Abigail was known as the flirt of Sandy's Diner, and that was the reason she was so popular among our male customers. She could get any male customer wrapped around her finger, and for that she always received the best tips. How could act so charismatic, I had no clue. It was a skill that I'd never admit I was secretly jealous of. However, the thought of her flirting with Reid didn't settle too well with me, for some reason.
"We let Abigail be his waitress. If he doesn't flirt back, that means he only has eyes for you. If he does flirt back, I was wrong and you were right."
"Well, get ready to be wrong," I whispered as she called Abigail over.
"Hey guys? What's up?" Abigail asked, tucking a strand of her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear.
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SoCal Summer
Teen Fiction"Hey, who's the surfer?" I interrupt whatever pick-up line Mya was throwing on the bartender. She gives me a look as her item of affection turns his attention to me. "Oh him? That's Reid Sawyer. He walked past about ten minutes ago with his surfboa...
