My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 28

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"I forgot," claims Ashton as he sips his milkshake innocently. "Meeting you after school honestly slipped through my mind."

"Uh huh."

"It came back to me right when I got home."

"Really?" I say. "So you didn't show up on purpose?"

"Nope. On accident. My bad."

"It wasn't because I went all out on you during lunch?"

"That was unexpected of you, by the way." He shakes his head. "But no, it wasn't that. I thought about what you said though, and you're right, I need to stop isolating myself from you guys and forget about what happened. Naomi came to my front step, so I sat down with her and we talked it out." He casually dips two fries in ketchup and pops them in his mouth.

"So... you guys are good now?" I look at Naomi, who's sitting next to him. We're sitting in a booth at Susie's Diner. Not a lot of people are here. It's my day off, tomorrow too, so instead of wiping the booths clean from a spilled milkshake I'll be sitting in them drinking one.

Naomi nods. "Yeah. We're good."

It's that easy for them. If he'd let her talk to him sooner, this problem would've been already solved. "That was surprisingly simple, considering the amount of time it had to take to finally work it out." I narrow my eyes at Ashton.

"Hey now. I was rightfully upset."

Sure.

"It's what usually happens with us." says Naomi. "We fight, we don't talk to each other because either both of one of us is too upset to talk, but when we finally do and make up, we realize talking to each other was really all we need to do. No excessive action necessary. One of many cliche scenarios." They high five each other.

"You guys are ridiculous." I chuckle. They agree.

After talking for a little while, we leave the diner. I start walking home. I still think about how Naomi and Ashton handled they're problem. After all the gloominess, they... talked it out. Is it really that simple and straightforward? Why doesn't it seem so difficult to me? To forgive and forget? Maybe it's because I hold on to the things that have hurt me. And even if I forgave, how would I know that they won't hurt me again? Trust is really not my cup of tea.

I feel a buzz in my back pocket. I take out my phone and see Emily ringing me. I tap the green button. "Hello—"

"Where are you?" Her question is abrupt and sudden for some reason.

"Um, I'm walking home from the diner. Why?"

"... just wondering," she replies. That's starting to make it suspicious. But I'm letting it slide, it's probably nothing. "Are you doing anything tomorrow?"

"School." The crosswalk light turns to the red hand, so I stop.

"Ok duh, besides that."

I think about my plans for tomorrow as I gaze into the city view. "I don't have work tomorrow. And I don't think I have anything else... planned." My eyes come across a man in a suit on the other side of the crosswalk. My skin crawls with goosebumps. His eyes are menacing, dangerous. The night sky is already up around 8. An alarm rings in my head sayin that I need to get home now.

"Is there something you want to do?" I ask. I glance at the man again. My heart pounds faster when he starts to walk across the street towards me. I look hastily look at my light. C'mon change. The man is getting closer.