Vanilla

Le Chapter ~ 2

I sighed, this is some straight fucking bull crap. Jerry always is running errands and shit when it's almost time to go. I grabbed a cup and served my self some cookie dough ice cream; the best fucking ice cream in this damn place. Jerry usually gets mad at me for eating the ice cream, but fuck that. I'm surrounded by this amazing delectable shit and he expects me not to eat it? Wrong. That's the only reason I applied for this job, so I can eat ice cream all day.

The door jingled and I looked up to see a person with a paper bag over their head with two holes for what I'm assuming are for the eyes.

"Um, we are about to close any second so..you gotta go bro." I said while getting another scoop of ice cream for myself.

"Give me all your fucking vanilla ice cream," the person said yelling in a deep voice that was obviously fake. I think it's a guy, but you never know these days.

I laughed, "what the actual fuck? Nice bag by the way homie." I put in another spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, shit is fucking good. The guy came closer to the counter and pointed at the vanilla ice cream through the glass.

"I want all of it!" he yelled again.

"Dude, you don't even have a weapon. Like seriously, you could have at least brought a knife. Shit, a pencil would have worked too."

"I do have a knife! It's in my pocket." he said and patted his back pocket.

"Show it to me then."

"Give me the ice cream first." He stepped closer and I could see his eyes. They were an astounding emerald green color. Who has eyes like this? I'm so intrigued. Mine are hazel, nothing really special. But his....I need to see more.

"Give me the damn--"

I reached over the counter and grabbed the bag off his head. Oh sweet baby cakes, I can't believe my own damn eyes. He has jet black messy hair that is curly but not too curly; I want to rub my face all in that shit. I know for sure under that flannel he has some damn abs. On top of all that, he is also tall.

"What the heck, you're supposed to be all scared and give me that whole container of vanilla ice cream." he looked at me with those emerald eyes and I almost shivered. His voice is so husky, I can't take these feels i'm having.

"Why the hell do you want this ice cream anyways?" The dude is sexy and all, but i'm not gonna get all love struck and ballsacks, nope.

"Well, Baskin Robbins has the best vanilla ice cream ever. I would kill for that shit," he responded passionately and I smiled. He loves food, and I totally understand him. I would kill for Nutella, it's just that amazeballs.

"Pay for it maybe?" I'm contemplating whether I should give him some ice cream or not.

"I'm trying to save up for a motorcycle."

"Fine, i'll give you some." I grabbed a huge cup and filled it with lots of vanilla ice cream. His eyes brightened when I handed him the cup, those eyes are too fucking spectacular. Like, whoa.

"Thanks....Jade?" he said looking at my name tag. I nodded, "no probs dude."

He grabbed a spoon and did the head nod thing that guys do, and left. That was interesting. I waited another 20 minutes grabbing more and more ice cream for myself until Jerry finally showed up.

"Well fucking finally! This isn't cool man, I got school and shit tomorrow. First day of senior year, you know how serious that is?" Not that serious actually, I could care less about school. But, I want him to feel bad.

"I know Jade, I know, " he said looking at my cup and shaking his head. I waved bye and got into my car. I could walk from here to my house, it would only take like 10 minutes tops. But i'm lazy and I rather not move more than I already have to.

When I got home my parents were waiting for me on the couch looking super concerned. I took off my visor hat and walked over to them.

"Have a seat Jade," my dad mumbled and I sat in the recliner chair that my dad usually sits in.

"What's up guys?" I said nervously.

My mom sighed, "We have noticed you have changed...a lot." Um, okay? I stared at them hoping they would explain more.

"Jade, are you on the marijuanas?" My dad yelled really fast standing up. It took me a second to catch on and as soon as I did I started laughing hysterically. My parents are so lame.

"No mum, no pops. I am not on the, 'marijuanas'," I laughed even more. So very, very, lame. I got up from the chair and went up the stairs to my room.

"I gosh damn knew our daughter is not a crack head!" my dad yelled loudly and my mom laughed. I chuckled to myself and jumped on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Wow, senior year. I haven't really talked to anyone since I soccer punched Mya. Not even Carly since she is on her yearly summer Paris trip probably hooking up with french guys. She is lucky to be rich. I'm surprised the school didn't even bother to call my parents either.

I got up to take off my uniform. Ehhh, I seriously don't want to put anything on. So much work. I crawled into bed with my undies and bra, slowly drifting away into an amazing sleep.