Don't You Do That Again (Zack Merrick All Time Low)

Chapter 7

*Larken's Point Of View*

Before Zack left, he asked me out to dinner tomorrow night. Of course I said yes. I mean, who could say no to this adorable man. Now, I can't wait for tomorrow. At least I still have an hour left on my shift. Zack gave me a tip, which he wouldn't let me give it back to him. It was ten dollars, which is a little much.

Two other people came in today. One nice old lady gave me fifteen dollars! How? Another older man gave me ten dollars. I was shocked completely, since I usually only get three dollar tips. 

I was getting ready to clean up, since no one else comes in. To my surprise, some else did. She was probably around my age with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She looked familiar and I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Welcome to Spoons! What can I get you?" I give her a nice smile, since I kind of have to.

The girl's smile drops. "Larken? Is that really you?" Where have I hear.... Oh my! Its Kelly Draper, my life long bully. Oh no!

I want to run and hide. I'm 24 and I still want to run from my bully. "Yes, it is. Now, can I get your order?" I can't believe I said that. I'm going to be dead before my shift ends.

"Bitch, don't talk to me like that. Go get me a vanilla bean Frappuccino." She waves her hand off towards the kitchen. I guess not everyone changes after high school. All I can say is, at least I don't look like a complete slut.

I really wish Zack was still here. If only he stayed for five more minutes. As I fix her drink, I get a burst of courage and spit in her cup. Twice. Enjoy that bitch. I smirk to myself.

"Here. Now, make sure you don't down it all in once. That's $15." Sure, I added on thirteen dollars. She won't know.

"Bitch, remember that no one will ever love you. Especially since you are a fat, disgusting pig. Man, you are still as worthless as I remember you in high school. Now, do us a favor and kill yourself. You don't really deserve a happy life. That would be amazing if you did." She storms out of the café. I look back at the table. Whoa, she actually did leave fifteen dollars. I didn't think she would. 

Now, its time to clean up. I can't help but wonder if her words are true. I mean, I am fat and worthless. I think she might have been speaking the truth. I should know that Zack doesn't truly like me. He does put on a pretty good act, if he doesn't. Why do I have to think like this?

Since the café is closed, I noticed that Zack left his flannel here. How did I not notice it early? I guess I'm blind. I'll just give it to him tomorrow. This smells really good. That my sound creepy, but it does. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'm sure it will come to me sooner or later.

I walk out to my car, humming the tune of Kill The DJ by Green Day. I stop short when I see what has happened to my car. The words 'kill yourself' are scratched on the driver's side doors. Kelly must be the one behind this, since she did tell me that earlier. This is just great.

I don't even want to deal with this right now. I hop into my impala, throwing my stuff into the passenger seat and putting !UNO! in. I turn the volume up, so I can't hear myself think. Nuclear Family comes on through the speakers. I sing along, getting dirty looks from other cars. At this point I'm pretty pissed off. All though, my anxiety is still through the roof. I guess I'm not that pissed off. 

I finally get home. Now, I have to figure out something with my car. Maybe Zack knows something. I might as well ask him. 

I get inside and throw myself on my couch. I replay everything today, my conversation with Zack, Kelly's actions. Every time I find something in my life I enjoy, something comes and ruins it. I might not even get a chance with Zack. I get the same feeling as I did last night. The stressed, itchy feeling. I know one way to solve it. 

*TRIGGER WARNING*

I walk into my bathroom, going through the same steps and thoughts. I'm worthless, one. Spitting in Kelly's coffee, two, three. Listening to what she said, four, five, six, seven. Two more for taking Zack's tip. The blood beads up and slowly rolls down my arm. I quickly strip and get into the shower. 

As soon as the water hits them, they burn and sting. How could I be so stupid? I promise this will be the last time. I know I said that last time but this time I do mean it.

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I know that this probably isn't the best story but at least I'm getting back into writing. I hope you are enjoying.

-Liv