Inning of Love (Complete and being edited)

Scarlett.

"Can I get you folks anything else tonight?" I ask the family of four as I pick up their plates. The toddlers left almost more than half of their food on the plates.

"Just the bill please, thank you." The man, I assume the father and husband, says.

I smile and hand them their bill and take the plates to the bus tables. When Dean showed up to work tonight he made an attempt to talk to me. 'It's important' he said. I was so close to caving into those blue eyes and listening to what it was, but then the image of Phoebe kissing his cheek and saying those words to him just hours earlier, popped into my head and I blew him off.

I could barely focus the rest of the day during school. I really thought tonight I would have been okay since I figured he wouldn't be here. He hasn't been working all week and it's been nice. Okay, so it has been torturous. But what else am I supposed to feel like? Of course I miss him, dearly in fact. I am just so hurt by everything that has happened and then today, I finally see him for the first time after a week, only to see Phoebe all over him. Ugh.

"Have a nice night." I call out to the sweet family as they leave the diner.

Dean walks over to the door and locks it while I begin to wipe down the table and collect my ten dollar tip. Picking up the half empty glasses off of the table, I glance over my shoulder to look at Dean. He is turning the open sign to closed in the window, when he looks back at me and our eyes meet briefly. I feel myself panic when he catches me looking and my hands fumble, dropping the glasses all over the floor.

"Shit." I mutter under my breath. I hurriedly bend down to begin picking up the mess from my clumsiness when Dean joins me and pulls out a rag to wipe up the liquid on the floor.

"I got it." I snap.

Dean keeps wiping the floor, ignoring my harshness.

"I said, I got it Dean." I growl.

I know I am being pretty harsh, but he pissed me off. He hurt me too. I know he was trying to get my attention today in P.E. after lunch but I was not having it. Nothing he can say right now will fix this. I have had plenty of friends in my old school who dated guys and did the same crap, they cheated and then my friends always took them back, and then the guy repeated it. Once a cheater, always a cheater I believe. Yes, Dean didn't physically cheat on me, but what he did still hurt just as bad if he had.

"Scar I am just helping you out. Stop fucking pushing me away. You need to hear me out."

I shake my head, hastily picking up the glasses and myself from the floor, standing to my feet. I storm off towards the bus cart and I can hear Dean's footsteps hitting the floor as he follows me. I was doing just fine handling the restaurant for the past week when he decided not to show up and help me. He couldn't even face me after what happened. So if whatever it is that is so important now, why couldn't he tell me earlier this week? Maybe it is an explanation of what happened? No. Stop it Scarlett. Just walk away.

I remove my now chocolate milk stained apron from my waist and set it down on the counter and put a few songs on the jukebox so I can blare out Dean while I finish my duties and then get out of here. I pick up the tray of all the salt and pepper shakers placing them next to me as I plop myself up on the counter as well to start filling them. The sound of Liz Lokre's voice fills the silence in the diner.