Awkward

day one

1st day of summer:

You know that feeling when you wake up ready to tackle anything that comes in your way? Well that's how I'm feeling this morning. It almost feels as if a motivational speaker whipped up a potion and I accidentally drank it. Not that I'm complaining that I drank this metaphorical potion or anything. In fact, I'm enjoying it very much.

So due to this newfound motivation and energy, I decided to get showered and ready early. Maybe in hopes of being able to stop at Bean, the cute little coffee shop on the corner of Main Street before my shift at Kone or something.

Once I was dressed in my work uniform, which consisted of khakis shorts and a white button up shirt, I set off on my journey.

Once I pulled out of the driveway, my ringtone began to chime. Sighing, I answered the call, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Sam! Where are you?" Abigail asks.

"On my way to work...why?" I ask.

"Well come quickly!" Abby whispers harshly.

"What's going on?" I ask curiously, wondering what has my best friend so worked up.

"Ashley Benson and Drake freaking Mitchell are here with their whole clique!" she squeals. I raise an eyebrow.

You see, Ashley and Drake were the stars of the school. They practically ruled it, alongside with the rest of their little posse. I don't understand why Abby is so excited about them being at Kone.

"I'll be there in five." I say.

"Okay, just hurry!" she sings, before hanging up. Shaking my head, I continue driving.

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"Abby!" I call, as I clock in. Not even a minute later, my blonde friend skidds into the room.

"Holy crap Sam! I just talked to Drake Mitchell! Like-full on conversation!" Abby blurts out, grabbing my shoulders and jumping up and down.

"That's...great?" I question. I question a lot of things. My sanity. Her sanity. Why I'm friends with Abigail.

Questioning should be my new pastime.

"Come on Sam! They're sitting at one of the tables!" Abby grabs my hand and guides me out onto the floor.

Abby attempts to act casual once were behind the counter. To a customer, it looks like she's refilling containers, but to an employee, she's simply shifting plastic spoons from one container to the next, then back again. I roll my eyes, and start wiping down tables.

"Abby, you're being creepy again." I whisper once I make my way back to the counter. All she was accomplishing was memorizing the popular kid's features, versus doing any work.

"Shut up Sammie." She hisses, playfully pushing me aside. I laugh, and it isn't long before she joins in too.

"I'm going to actually do work now. Report back if they do anything exciting." Abby whispers, her figure retreating into the back room.

"Aye aye captain." I mutter once she's gone.

There wasn't much to do. There was only a few other people here aside from that whole popular clique in the corner. The rush normally rolled in after noon, and it was only ten. Therefore, it wasn't as busy as it normally is here.

Picking up one of Abby's magazines, I flick through the glossy pages in hopes of finding something worth reading.

It's doubtful that there will be something worth my time, but when there's nothing else left to do, you resort to...whatever this is.