chapter 2.
violets pov.
A whole group of people from my school.
But not just any group, no. All of the populars- as in preppy cheerleaders and muscular jocks that many, if not all (opposed to me) of the girl population of Everton Highschool drooled over.
I was shocked for a moment. I had no idea that any of them came here, in fact I was sure none of them did, considering that I work here everyday.
The thing is, I'm not popular and I'm not a nerd. I'm pretty much in-between the two, but I know where to keep myself, and I know that it's not with the people that were currently sitting across the room. But I knew that some of them knew me, and that made my body fill with fresh anxiety.
I take a deep breath and walk over to the table that I was assigned to, pen clutched tightly in my sweaty palms. I took my time to scan the people who were all sitting there, and internally groaned when I saw Alisha, my ex-best friend. Probably the person that I avoided the most when I was at school.
I simply rolled my eyes when she shot my a pointless glare. What was the point of even causing drama? It will only feed her ego and make her feel more powerful, and i was not up for that. I knew the way that little brain of hers worked.
I painted a smile on my face and cleared my throat. The attention of the table fell upon me and I gulped.
"Hey, my names Violet and I'll be serving you today. Can I start you guys off with some drinks?" I say in the nicest voice I can make myself use.
The table is silent for a moment and I raise my eyebrow in anticipation. A moment later I hear a voice and snap my head in the direction, for my eyes to land on Blake Peterson, the schools biggest jock and biggest player. He knew how to play with a girls emotions better than Mozart could play the piano. I do admit, he was good-looking, with light brown hair and intimidating grey eyes that made most weak in the knees, but I wasn't for that, so when he attempted to look strait into my eyes, i looked down hastily, writing down his request of ice water.
I could feel his gaze on me as I turned my head to take the orders of the others at the table.
He was intimidating, blunt, and bold. That's why he has the almighty title of the schools 'biggest heartbreaker' —not only because he leads girls on for weeks and leaves them when he gets what he wants, and well, we all know what that is. He is not only a heartbreaker for that reason, but also because of the fact that he does not only settle for any girl for a 'one night stand' or anything like that. He will act nice to a girl, make her feel special, buy her things and treat her like royalty. He will make her feel beautiful and when he dumps her, its like non-other. It is also a fact around that he only goes for the 'best' girls or in other words the hottest ones. He's not afraid to tell a girl she's ugly. In fact just last Friday he sent a girl down the hall crying because he told her she was a 'loose whore' which wasn't a lie, but still. His bluntness has no control, and I can tell from his no-emotion, intimidating stare that he carries on his face all the time, that he doesn't care. He doesn't care who he hurts or how he hurts them. He just does it.
Once I have written all of the orders down, I shove the notepad into my pocket and scurry off into the kitchen, not wanting to be watched by Blake anymore.
I quickly filled about eight cups with the requested drinks and set them on a platter so that they were perfectly balanced, not wanting to drop the tray like I had before many times.
Carefully setting the tray atop one hand, I pushed the door open with my back and walked back to the table where everyone was talking and having a good time, except Blake, who was staring at me like before.
I squirmed under the intense look and I saw a small smirk play his lips making my cheeks burn slightly. I know he had noticed and I cursed myself for it. I passed the drinks around the table and hesitantly picked up the ice water, tucking the tray under my tray, biting my bottom lip in concentration and looked up slightly, just enough so that I could see where I was going, but not so that I would meet those grey eyes.
I set his drink down softly, and stepped away, only to trip over someone's foot. I stumbled back slightly, but managed to catch myself just in time. I looked down to see Alisha was the one who had attempted to embarrass me. I looked to her face and she looked pissed, probably because her childish plan didn't work out for her.
I resisted the urge to scream in her face, because I needed this job more than anything.
Instead I mumbled a small "my bad" and left the table where Alisha had began to throw a tantrum. I rolled my eyes at her childish actions and mentally cursed my manager for making me serve table 9.
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a/n
Well well well guess who's back? ;)
Haha but fr, I'm sorry for the wait I had terrible writers block. Love u all:)
-Madeline
