The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 10

I looked around the bright cannoli store, well it's not really a 'cannoli' store in specific. But, then again, one can only dream. Clacking my fingers against my chin, i let out light 'hwa' of a yawn as i flicked my eyes over the large assortment of canolis. Personally I think a plain canoli beats all the other kinds, but my brothers always seem to disagree with me. Like Grey prefers an Oreo canoli and Jake likes caramel ones, now that sounds pretty girly to me. I won't lie though, they are pretty good. But at the same time it's like someone saying they could out do Prince or Bowie. It's just something unheard of, but not unfathomable.

"Miss?" Quickly I jerked my head up, my head moved so fast that I could hear little cracks from my neck.

"What the hell-?" I yelled as I gripped my neck, I must look like a crazy person. Sometimes I feel like I have tourettes because of how spontaneously my neck cramps. Quickly my face turned beer red, awkwardly shifting on palms of my feet I looked at store worker.

"Oh my god" I mumbled lightly as I bit my lip.

"Can I help you?" She looked at me annoyed, her ginger hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Uhm, plain cannoli and decaf coffee, 2 sugars." Trying to sound a little more airy i brought my voice up in a nervous octave.

"Whatever" I frowned a little as she turned away to grab a cannoli out the glass case. Some people just have a shitty attitude, I mean, what can I really do about that? Nothing.

"Do you miss me baby"

My heart quickly rolled in my chest, my stomach seeming to drop. I'm gonna die, holy shit. Wait a minute. Quickly I turned around to realize it wasn't some big burly man holding me, it's the oh so scary stature of a 5'3 Asian girl named Amanda.

"What in the ever living fuck are you doing?! You scared the shit out of me!" I rushed out in a angry yet somewhat violated heap of red. She looked me over and laughed, her slanted eyes seeming to close into oblivion as she let out a hearty laugh.

"Take a joke why dontcha'" her voice holding an odd amount of sultry to it.

"Fuck off" quickly glancing back to see the worker hold a cup of coffee and white bag, with an annoyed expression I turned around. Scurrying around in my bag I pulled out a 20 and put it on the counter.

"Keep the change"

"you know you have about 14$ in change, right?"

"Yep" I enunciated on the p, making a loud popping noise.

Once Amanda had ordered we'd walked out of the cannoli store, turns out Jeffrey is with Amanda too.

Standing in the hot air of California is something I'm gonna have to get used too before anything else. because honestly, I'm already dying of heat. It makes my hair hot and somehow heavier, I feel in need of one of those fans you'd get from a Chinese store. I looked over at Jeffery he looked at me sheepishly then quickly turned his head as if he'd made I contact with someone of a lower class standing.

"What the fuck is that face for?" I questioned with sass, I don't mean to sound like a bitch. But this weather kills whatever nice person I had inside of me as quickly as a meatball is sauced.

"Hm?" He looked at me his eyes holding a look of regret.

"You alright?"

"Uhm yeah" he faded off clearly indicating that he wasn't alright, But I'm not going to pester him for answers. I hate when people do it to me, so why would I do it to other people.

"God you people are so depressing, I look down at my phone for one damn second and poor Jeffery over here, looks like he's going to kill himself!" Amanda decided to jut in here short hair being held back a bobby pin or two.