Twins with A Bad Boy

Chapter 3: A Lot of Girlfriends

A/N: I've seriously taken so long to write this but it's going to be worth it because i finally got most of my ideas put down on paper and i am ready! thank you if you stuck by this whole time! xoxo

Once Kourtney left through the swinging doors, I go to the front of the shop and turn on the open sign located in the window next to the front door. It's still pouring outside so I don't expect customers for a while. I head to the back and begin making a large batch of cookie dough that will be baked tomorrow morning by our pastry chef that arrives at 4 to make our breads, cakes, cookies and most of the rest that we sell here. After making a few batches that will cook about 200 cookies, the time is nearing 9:45, and not a single customer has come in.

I move the rest of the dough from the industrial mixer to place it in a large silver bowl, and set it in the fridge after covering it with plastic wrap. Right as I close the fridge door, the bell signaling that someone has entered through the front door rings, and I quickly grab a rag to wipe my face, hands and apron on, and toss it back on the counter before stepping through the swinging doors to the front register, and by the time I get there, a few girls have entered and have began searching the shelves on the far right wall, the one that holds sodas, so their backs are to me.
Once I get to my place, I kindly say, "Hello ladies, welcome to Soda Pop Shop, please let me know if I can do anything for you!". After the words leave my mouth, I almost regret them. All three of them quiet their small conversation and turn to face me. I feel like my face instantly pales, as I meet eyes with three girls I never thought I'd see all at once like this. All of them were girls I had seen in questioning situations with my brother, all of which made my face deepen red by my uncomfortableness, and vomit in my mouth for seeing my twin brother that way.
I had no hate for two of them, they somewhat nice to me; Megan, a black haired girl I became acquainted with when I woke up one Saturday, earlier than normal, to use the bathroom. She happened to be sneaking out of Dakota's room right as I opened my door. Dakota was only about fifteen feet down the hall from me, with our bathroom sitting right in between our rooms. Despite that, I heard every detail of their night before. Every single detail. Up until I finally gave up on sleep around 2 A.M. and decided to pull an all nighter finishing a new season of Game of Thrones on my laptop, with headphones of course. As my foot touched the wooden floor of the hallway, Megan's eyes shot up to meet mine and I saw worry and guilt flash through them. I shake my head and give her a small smile, before gesturing for her to continue her journey past me. I reach the my bedroom door, and as she goes past me, she whispers a quick thank you, and goodbye, and is gone down the stairs. I only learned her name because Dakota had said it for the first 2 hours she was there that night.
Next I meet eyes with Quinn, a red head that I made eye contact with once on accident while walking past Dakota's car in the high school parking lot, one friday during a football game. It was Junior year, November I believe. I had just said goodbye to Lydia, who was being picked up by her mom early. As I began walking back to the field, I walk directly next to Dakota's front half of his truck. Before I know what I'm even seeing, I notice the back passenger window is foggy, and has a hand print on it from the inside. Right as the window reaches my shoulder, I barely have to look up 3 inches to see Quinn's eyes. She's bent over, on her knees and is literally having sex with Dakota while I am staring at her like a stupid fucking deer in the headlights. I swear I wished at that moment the car behind the headlights would've hit me already. I vomited in my mouth and continued walking away, as fast as I could get away from that really awful experience. Quinn found me the following Monday as I walked out of my English class and apologized about ten times before I had to physically quiet her by placing my finger over her mouth. I told her I accept her apology and warned her that Dakota was not someone she should trust or get involved with. That was the last time we spoke.
  And lastly, I see MaKayla Frost. Queen bitch. My ex best friend from first grade up until she turned on me at the beginning of seventh grade. She ruined so much for me since then. Freshman year I tried out for cheer squad, and at that point, the bullying was already in full swing. She humiliated me at tryouts, by pulling down my pants in front of everyone in the gym. And this wasn't some small gathering, this was after school, during a school dance held for seventh through ninth graders. My crush was there and everything. Also, she dated Dakota I'm pretty sure to spite me. They dated freshman year up until senior year of high school, up until the point that Dakota started the school bathroom on fire and got himself sent to a juvenile detention center in Washington. As an "early senior prank", he said.
   Quinn, and Megan give me small smiles, while MaKayla's eyes glint with mischievousness. Please God, don't let her torment me today, I'm really not in the mood. What was really confusing me was why they were here on a Friday at ten, but then I realize they might be doing exactly what I am, ditching. I'm lost in my train of thought when a voice pulls me out and back to reality, "Aspyn, if you're going to work here at least do you're job." MaKayla speaks up, and I realize that all three of them are in front of me at the counter. I hold back my snide remark and ring them up before they all walk out the front door. This day already seems like it's going to suck.
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    An hour and a half goes by before Roy, the fry cook shows up for his cafe shift, twelve to six. At this point, Kourtney comes back to the front of the counter to release me for a lunch break. I oblige, and have my 30 minute lunch, eating a panini made by Roy, and a chocolate milkshake from behind the counter made by Kourtney. I come back from break and go to take my spot at the register when she asks me if I would like the last 5 hours off to go to the cemetery, a usual occurrence on the death anniversary. "No, I'm fine thank you. I was planning on going afterwards anyways.", I reply to her, giving her a soft, almost sad smile. Today feels heavy, more so than most days. And every year, I push through and ignore my feelings. Same as last year and the year before and so on.

The next 5 hours pass, most of which was a replay of awkwardly making eye contact with girls that all hooked up with Dakota. He was a man whore and dated around a lot.
He had a lot of girlfriends. A lot.
By the time six rolls around, Roy has cleaned everything in the kitchen and has left to catch the bus. Kourtney left at about four for a doctors appointment, she is six months pregnant, with my cousin. I gladly took the keys from her to lock up shop, and had to shove her out the door to get to her appointment in time. I turn off the open sign, and finish up wiping down all the tables, and turning off all the lights in the windows. As I make my way to the back to hang up my apron and grab my keys and wallet, I hear the bell on the front door chime; dammit I must have forgotten to lock the door when Roy left. I run out from the back kitchen and get behind the counter, the person that entered had their back to me, facing the front door. He is looking around, taking in his surroundings. I check him out, his long, dark black hair, his tall stature and broad shoulders. "Excuse me sir, we just closed! You can come back tom-.." Then I hear my heart pounding in my ears as I recognize the black leather jacket. The guy turns around, and my heart warms at the soft, green eyes that could be noticeable in a room full of trees.

"Cody King."