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“Hello, welcome to Nando’s. My name’s Missy and I will be your waitress today.” I said with an awkward fake smile, looking down at the notepad in my hand. My boss gave me a nickname and told me to use it instead, claiming my real name would scare off the costumers. “What can I get you to drink?” I asked looking up at my costumer and almost fainting.
“Misery?”
“M-Mr. Tomlinson?” I stuttered out dropping my notepad. I bent down to pick it up with a blush fluttering on my cheeks. I stood up and gazed down at the notepad, waiting for his order. After a few seconds of silence, I looked at him to find him staring at my chest. I quickly readjusted my shirt from having to bend over and he looked at his menu awkwardly, with a slight blush.
“I’ll have water please.” He said, looking me in the eye. I nodded and quickly scribbled it down then practically ran to kitchen. I flung open the door to the kitchen and made my way to where we kept the cups.
“Did a bear chase you in here?” Gary, a balding middle-aged man with a beer gut also known as the chef, jokingly asked me. I gave him a small smile and sighed. “What’s got you all down?” He asked in his Brooklyn accent. He placed an order on a plate then rang the bell.
“My teacher is here, and I caught him staring at my chest.” I admitted. Gary was my only other friend, well he was more like the father figure I never had. I trusted him with everything.
“What a sicko. Go call Sandy to take his order, and then go home. You look like you could use some rest.” He said reading off the next order. Did I mention he was the manger? I gave him a sweet smile then went to find Sandy, a nice blond girl who was to take over my shift if I was ever sick or so. I dialed her number and she answered on the first ring.
“Hello?” She asked, it sounded like I had woke her up.
“Gary needs you in.” I simply said and she groaned.
“Right now?” She asked and I nodded, and then realized that she couldn’t see me.
“Yup.” I said and she sighed.
“I’ll be there in 5.” Then hung up. I hung up as well and went to get changed. I walked into the back room and got my stuff from the Staff room. I took the back entrance, being too much of a coward to take the main entrance. I started walking in the direction of my flat, which only took about 15 minutes if walking, when my mind started wondering.
Why was he here? Well, of course to eat, but did he know that I worked there on Saturdays? Probably not. I thought back to what had happened, the only other interaction with him since yesterday. He was wearing bright red skinny jeans with a red and white striped shirt with suspenders. Usually, only old people could pull off the suspenders look, but surprisingly he did too, and he actually looked pretty fit.
Wait, what?
Misery, you are going crazy.
* ~ * ~ *
The bell for lunch ran and everyone else practically ran for the door, everyone but me. I was dreading lunch; I had nowhere to go now since I was practically avoiding Mr. Tomlinson since our encounter at Nando’s. Every time I saw him the halls, I would go and hide in the bathroom, or duck into a empty classroom until he passed. I slowly picked up my Maths books and made my way to my locker. By the time I made it there the halls were bare, only one figure stood at the end of the hall and slowly made their way over. I put my books away and grabbed my lunch, a green apple.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
*Louis’s P.O.V*
“Why have you been avoiding me?” I asked Misery as she shut her locker. She must not have been expecting me, because she let out a little yelp, then looked at the ground embarrassed. I put my finger under her chin and gently pushed her face up she was facing me. Her blue eyes bore into mine, her breath lightly caressed my face.
I may be new to this teacher stuff, but I’m certain I shouldn’t feel this way about one of my students.
But hey, what are rules made for? Breaking!
“You didn’t answer my question.” I whispered, taking my finger off her chin and cupping her face gently on the side of her face. She cuddled her face into my hand and a warm feeling spread across my arm. She opened her mouth to answer, but I placed my finger over her mouth. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” I said and she nodded, still looking into my eyes. I peeled my hand from her face and grabbed her hand, and lead her to the music room/theater. I pulled her down the aisle and sat down on the edge of the stage, her following my lead. We sat facing each other and I winked at her and she smiled, blushing.
“So,” I said and grabbed a pack of carrots. “Tell me about yourself.” I asked plopping a carrot into my mouth and crunching down on it.
“There’s not much to tell.” She said, quietly looking down at the stage as if she was ashamed. I pulled her face up and looked her in the eye.
“I’m sure there is a bunch! Here, let me help. How old are you?” I asked and she smiled.
“16, you?”
“21. What’s your favorite color?” In turned into a game of 20 questions, me asking ridicules questions and her laughing at them. I loved her laugh, it was almost angelic.
I was in the middle of asking another one of my silly questions when the intercom cut me off.
“Would Misery Claire please come to the office for a phone call please?” She gave me a questioning look and I shrugged. She looked almost scared.
“Are you okay?” I asked and she nodded then quickly scurried off. That’s weird, I thought. You don’t usually get phone calls unless it is something very serious.
*Misery’s P.O.V*
I walked into the office, and the secretary handed me the phone with and sad look in her eye.
“Hello?” I asked awkwardly.
“Hello, is this Misery Claires?” A very serious feminine tone asked.
“Yes it is, may I ask who is speaking?” I asked.
“This is Dakota White form the Child Protective Services.” My whole world felt like it fell apart at that one sentence.
~ Author’s Note ~
Do I leave you guys with too many cliffy’s? ;)
Sorry for the short chapter, but it will get better next chapter! Why do you think ‘Dakota White’ Called? Leave your opinion below!
I hope you lovely bookworms forgive me for not updating yesterday! :(
Love you my Bookworms! Hope your day isn’t filled with rain like mine…
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