I Mean No Harm (The Cheerleader and The Nerd) {ON HOLD}

Chapter 4: Another Day, Another Nickel

Brayden's Pov

After totally embarrassing myself infront of the most popular girl in school, I regained my confidence (well the little that I had), and went to lunch. The average teenager would usually be eating lunch at this time but, because of the financial state my family was in, instead I  help serve food which means I get my lunch for free. It doesn't help that I have to wear the same uniform as all the lunch-ladies either. So if you don't think a hairnet, an apron, a dress and some gloves aren't embarrassing enough, try having all the 60+ year old lunch-ladies pinching your cheeks and calling you cute every five minutes...*sigh* (I only do this for the money).

After school isn't the best time either because that's the time when my after-school job starts. Sometimes I wonder how I ended up being a straight A student without ever having the time to fit studying into this busy schedule of mine.

After grabbing my books from my locker, I left and walked the few blocks it took to get to Mama C's Cafe. As I entered the cafe, I was greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, french toast and warm cinnamon buns. The first person I spotted was Christina, who was working at the cashier with her usual dull expression and a grimace on her face to match it. Christina, or Chris as I call her, was a girl with a bitter-sweet personality. She always wore black, had a pale skin complexion, had short, jet black hair, several tattoos and lots of body piercings. Strangely enough she only worked the night shifts and was always disappearing. Besides all the strange accusations that surround her, underneath all that, she's actually a really great person once you get to know her.

"Hey Chris," I said as I put away my stuff and put on my work attire.

" Hey B, 'sup?" she replied as a small smile appeared through her thick layer of black lipstick.

"The usual"

"Cool," and with that, she turned back to staring at nothing in particular.

Although our short conversations might not seem like much of a big deal, Chris understands me more than anyone else ever would.

"Quit the chit-chat and get to work Brayden," said Mama P.

"Sorry mama"

"It's ok baby," she said with a jolly laugh.

Mama C was a kind-hearted woman, in her mid fifties, who loved to laugh. She was was short, had gray hair and was sometimes called Mrs.Claus because of her matching personality and looks which were similar to that of the the supposed "Santa Claus' wife".

I started the night off by waiting a table that was occupied by two little old ladies. They took so long to order due to their lack of 20/20 vision. In the end, they ended up ordering two pumpkin soups a two hot cocoas.

The worst table of the night were the dumb-ass jocks. They took forever to order, disturbed the fellow customers and made fun of almost everyone who walked through the door until they felt ashamed and left. And guess who was leading the rebellious bunch? None other than Mr.Hotshot, Dylan Brians, the captain of the school football team.

In high hopes that they wouldn't recognize it was me, I went over to their table to take their order.

"Hello and welcome to Mama C's Cafe, may I take your order?" I said as I tried to disguise my voice while I hid my face with my notepad.

"Yea we'll have three ham and cheese sandwiches, four plates of nachos, five sodas a-"

I was attempted to say, "Excuse me Sir but you have exceeded your carnivorous eating limit" but decided against it seeing as though that would surely get me into trouble.

"and six chicken wraps," he finally completed saying.

"Will that be it?" I asked praying that his bottomless pitt of a stomach would be satisfied by now.

"Yeah," he replied as he turned back to his friends while they pointed and laughed at some girl who just walked in.

I walked away and immediately started to prepare to make their food. It took about forty-five minutes to prepare all of their meals but hey...it was worth it because when they ate and left they left a fat bonus...plus they overpaid the bill. This is what happens when you mix dumb-asses with maths everyone.