His Secret

Chapter 2

Two days since the freeze pop incident. If I was being truthful, I still hadn't healed completely. It was still absolutely boiling outside, if not hotter. Even if the joy of that freeze pop would only of lasted a few minutes, it could have kept me going for a while. Now the day before school reopens I'm working my last morning shift at the diner. Unhappy is an understatement of how I'm feeling right now.  

I pushed my way through the kitchen door onto the main floor butt first. I mostly got this job because of my love of rolled blade diners. However I could hardly balance the tray I was holding now, in flats. 

 I carefully made my way over to a table in the far corner. Picking up the plate and cup of coffee, setting them down on the table. "Your usual Mr. Hale, coffee and French toast." I smiled down at the well dressed man with his face buried in a file. Mr Hale was a regular, I didn't see him much because he normally only comes in, in the morning. Over the summer break however, I have gotten to know him quite well. I don't however, know what his job is. No one does.

"Ah, thank you Belle," he gave me a warm smile before digging in. I walked back to the coffee bar at the back of the diner and leant against the top.

"Hey," I hear a far too happy voice drag out. Turning my head I was greated with the sight of dazzlingly blonde hair. I swear it can't be real no matter how many times she tries to convince me. Taylor (my best friend) stood, practically vibrating, grinning at me. I will never understand how someone can be so happy at seven am. 

"God what's wrong with you? You look terrible, but then again you always terrible on the morning shift," she shrugged as she walked away, I scoffed and swatted her with a dish towel that was on the table. She giggled and carried on washing down the tables.

"Anyway," I say as I follow her around the tables, "what's gotten you so chipper this morning?" I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively as she looks my way.

"Oh nothing," she trails of in an innocent voice, five, four, three, two, on- "fine I'll tell you," she squeals and spins on her heel to face me. "Well on the way here I bumped into Ethan and he asked me on a date!" She practically exploded at me grinning from ear to ear. Now I'm happy for, truly I am but I'm not one of those squealy girls, also my brain was just trying to figure out why the hell Ethan would be up at 7 am. 

I grinned, although I said I'm not a squealy girl, I always try my best for my best friend. So when you hear your best friends long time crush asks her out, you have to squeal no matter how much it hurts. We both squeal for a bit, but the bell above the door sounded and broke us apart. We both calmed down immediately, patted our uniforms down and walked off in opposite direction as if nothing had ever happened.

I walked over to the booth were the new customers had situated themselves. Putting on my friendly smile, I got ready to do the usual greeting. I looked up and I made eye contact with someone I did not expect to say any time soon. My smile faltered slightly as that smirk made it's way onto the face of gorgeous guy I had met at the gas station, what's was his name Don, no that wasn't it. Darren? Oh, who am I kidding I know his name, his name is Dean. A cute name for such a handsome jerk. 

As I made my way closer to the table I looked back down calmed my breathing and put my bright smile back on. "Hi, welcome to Franky's is there anything I can get you? Or do you need a some more time?" Grabbing pen and pad I got ready to right down any orders.

The man sat on the other side of booth spoke up with out looking up from his journal. "Black coffee," His voice was gruff as if he woke up with a bad hangover, he had a scraggly black beard and peppering hair.

"Okay one black coffee," I looked at the other two boys expectantly waiting for them to order so I could get away as quick as I could.

The youngest boy smiled cheekily at me through the mop of brown hair nearly covering his eyes, "Can I have a small bacon and pancakes with a chocolate milkshake." Not the healthiest breakfast but their Father seemed not to care. Actually, he didn't seem bothered by anything, to immersed in his beaten up diary.

"Of course," I replied as I wrote down the order. Before I had to ask the last and most handsome of them spoke up.

"I'd like the same as dear Sammy here," he inclined his head towards the young boy next him. "But make it a large and add your phone number thanks..." he trailed off craning his neck to see my name tag I tried to cover it but I was too late. "Belle," he smirked triumphantly.

I scoffed as I wrote down the order, "if I didn't give it to you the first time why would I give it to you now?" I asked him as I avoided looking him straight in the eye.

"Well, I think any idiot could feel the chemistry flowing between us. Plus, you like me and you can't deny it any more," he replied arrogantly.

"Yeah in your dreams," I scoffed as I walked away.

"It's only a matter of time," he shouted at my retreating back, "oh and you will be," he added in what I'm guessing was suppose to be a seductive voice. In turn I made a childish gagging noise, just loud enough for him to hear. The sound of  the young boy laughing made me smile slightly.

As I waited for the food to be ready I told Taylor all about my little run in with Dean at the gas station and what had just happened at the table. "Well you gotta admit he's hot," Taylor gushed once I had finished.

I shook my head, "I'm not saying he isn't, I'm saying that he's cocky and annoying," I replied folding my arms, clearly she was not getting the message that I didn't like this guy. I mean he stole my freeze pop, it was a blue one too, I will never get over that!

Before Taylor could say anything else about how hot Dean was, the food was ready. I grabbed the tray and made my back to the booth. I set everything down and smiled politely, "If there's anything else I can get you just let me know."

"Well you did forget your phone number," I heard a smooth voice reply as I was about to walk away. I swiftly turned on my heel and faced the smirking teenager. I could see his little brother turning his head from me to Dean as if a fight was about to break out.

"Okay Dean-" I stopped abruptly as I couldn't recall his full name. To be honest I probably didn't know it to start with. 

"Winchester," he said still smirking.

"Okay Dean Winchester," I sneered his last name, "obviously you aren't getting it so I will put it simply for you, no, no I will not give you my phone number not will I ever give you my number." I finished and walked away in a huff.

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