Loved By None

Chapter-2 Shocking Statements

I quickly hopped into my car and drove back home from my first day of hell. I lived near a lake near the edge of the town. I opened the door with the key that I owned. Oh and yeah I live on my own as my dad is a military officer and can visit me only once a year and my mom........... well she is no longer alive. She passed away when I was 9 and now I'm 17 so I survived 8 years without her and all these 8 years were filled with loneliness resentment and tears, it wasn't that my dad didn't love me or anything but on the contrary he treasured me like his most prized possession as he claims me to be the last memory of their love I know it's cheesy but it felt great to know you were wanted...... you were needed.

I had changed 10 different schools until and trust me none of them had to do with my behaviour but it was because of my dad's transfers as he was one of the best soldiers. I entered my room that was upstairs and removed my clothes while grabbing my bathrobe for my warm bath. Baths always helped me cope up with my feelings. After my half an hour long shower I sat at my study table and completed my math worksheet of trigonometry and my history assignment by writing a 2 page essay on Hitler and how his actions lead to the World War II . After that I wore a blue ripped jeans with a white shirt and a pair of Adidas to complete my outfit and left for my part time job which was from 6 pm to 8 pm at a cafe. I didn't work there due to a lack of money no...I preferred working some where rather than sitting alone at home. I drove to Mama's Cafe a local cafe the place that I was about to work for. I took a deep breathe to control my anxiety as I entered the cafe. I hated myself for being so socially awkward which I wasn't supposed be after meeting so many people but I struggled to trust people as they can be very uncertain.

"You must be the new employee."said a boy who was probably 18 years with green eyes and black hair, only a scar was missing to make him look like Harry Potter," I'm Caleb." he said beaming showing his perfect teeth "Nice meeting you and your name?" He asked

"Emma Jones. Nice to see you too." I said shaking his extended hand.

"I'm the son of the owner and take care of this cafe. Hope you work as well as you look."I blushed at his compliment."Here you go." He said handing me my apron and a name tag with my name on it.

"All the best for your first day I hope to be impressed."he said his face radiating with a friendly glow. I was waitress ironic I know, but I didn't have a choice my dad once told me that he had met my mom in cafe and she was the waitress who served him, it was love at first sight, romantic right I know. So some how this job made me feel close to her.

"Sure,I'll try my best."I said absent mindedly but managed to put on a smile that was agreeable.

The day was about to be over as there was only 15 minutes left of my shift. I did well considering that I didn't mess up any orders or didn't make any mishaps which made Caleb very pleasant as he told me that it was the first time a new employee didn't mess up and felt proud about myself something that I didn't feel often. But something didn't feel right as my heart started pounding against my rib cage as I turned to the enterance just to find the same cold blue eyes that scared my heart this afternoon.....Chris.Why?Why was my fate always like this?It was not him alone but he was along with his crew and held a girl with red hair really close to him.I felt both fear and jealousy spread through me wait what?jealousy?no way I denied these emotions as fear clawed it's way up to the very ends of my soul as there was a hint of disgust with all the hatred in my heart directed towards him.

They sat at the side that I was assigned to take orders from. Could this day get any worse? Oh god my heart was racing with fright as I forced my limbs to move towards their table. But I had to and a sudden rush of adrenaline make me walk up to them surprising both me and them as I could see his smile fade as I approached the table. "What will be your order?" I managed to ask them as I controlled my voice trying to keep it as normal as possible.