Falling For Coke

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

"He talked to you?" Grace says, unbelieving, removing her apron. "He wasn't mad? Oh, god, I'm so tired." She stifles a yawn. I didn't mind, I'm sleepy, too; it's 1:00 am.

"Yeah, great party, I almost got fired."

"Ha, ha. Boo to Ma'am Carolyn." Grace rubs her eyes, going inside the bathroom to change. She emerges in a comfy pink sweater and jeans. "Your turn."

After I am done changing, we head down to our apartment which is near the Harrington Building.

"We have McDonald's duty tomorrow," I say, yawning. "Good night."

"'Nighty 'night," Grace replies, and in an instant, she is knocked out, snoring loudly on the couch.

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BRIIIIIIIIIIIING!

BRIIIIIIIIIIIING!

BRIIIIIIII-!

I slam my hand down on the alarm clock. I head over to Grace who is still fast asleep.

"Wakey-wakey, sleepyhead," I tell her.

She snores in response.

I sigh and say out loud, "You're making me do this!" I gather all my strength (Grace is quite heavy) and push her off the couch. She lands on the floor with a thud.

"Owie," she mutters and stares at me."Hey!"

"Yeah, hey to you, too. We're going to be late for McDonald's! Come on!"

After a rushed breakfast of Cheerios and OJ, we hastily put on our red caps and striped shirts, and run to the McDonald's nearby.

"Right on time," I observe, panting from the run.

"Yeah, good luck cashiering!" Grace says.

"Yeah, you too with the sundaes."

I ready myself with a bright smile on my face.

The door opens and the first customers of my shift come in.

My heart almost dropped to the floor.

"Hi, Sir, Ma'am, what would you like for today?" I say, pleased with myself for keeping my voice steady.

"I'll have three sets of pancakes, mineral water, OJ, and-" Coke Harrington winks at me. "-a Coke."

"Hurry up, Cole!" Sophia calls, batting her her eyelashes. It's disgusting to see her do that. Ma'am Carolyn is talking to some client on her iPhone.

Coke turns to me. "Nice to see you again, so you work here?"

"Y...yeah," I say, finally losing it while taking the money from him. "Coke for b...breakfast?"

He shrugs. "You seem to work in a lot of places, Bright." He remembered my name!

I nod nervously and shout to the kitchen, "3 PANCAKE SETS PLEASE!"

Cole smiles and takes the three boxes, two plastic cups, and the bottle of water. "Thanks. See you around, again."

"Y...yeah. You, too." I want to clunk myself on the head as the three of them exit.

Grace hurries over to me. "So how was it?"

"Super. Sophia was there, flirting with Coke."

Grace laughs out loud. I forgot to tell her that his nickname is Coke. "Coke? That's...that's his name? I thought it was Cole?"

"His nickname, actually," I correct her.

"Why 'Coke'?" Grace asks.

"I dunno, I'm not his stalker, you know," I tell her.

"Right," she says, and goes back to the sundae station.

The day goes by and finally, Grace's and my shifts end at lunch. We go home, exhausted from all the orders and sundae making.

"We still have school tomorrow plus McDonald's at night. And there's another party on Saturday for catering and venue."

Grace sighs and flops onto a chair. "I wish I was as rich as Stuffy."

"Same here."

"He's really cute, don't you think?" Grace asks me as I open my notes to study for the test tomorrow.

"Hmm?" I ask, immersed in complicated math equations. "Oh, um..." For some reason, I blush at the thought of him. "Yeah."

Grace looks at my notes. "Mind if I copy that?"

I glare at her. Leave it to Grace to be irresponsible. "Fine."

I push my notebook to her and she grins. "Thanks." After a few scribbles, she pushes my notebook back to me.

"Done?" I ask. I glance at her notes. Grace has the messiest handwriting on planet Earth. "You have got to improve your handwriting."

"Whatever, Professor Bright." Grace says, and we continue studying for the exam.

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