No Place for Bad Girls

Subway

POV~Henry

The alarms blaring sends a rush of kids in the hallway, all trying to get out of the  building. I hope this isn't an actual fire, though the principal did say it wasn't a drill. I have a phobia for fires, and ever since I was little I've been scared of them. Not bonfires and stuff like that, just the idea of fire in buildings get's me anxious.

A waft of smoke enters my nostrils before I get outside. High schoolers pour out of the building, and I jog to the other side of the grass. That same white haired girl catches my eye, and I look to see she doesn't even have a worried face on. Then, her face shifts and I catch her squinting worriedly. Her face quickly moves back into a normal position, but I can tell she's still uncomfortable.

I start to walk over to her, when the principal suddenly blares into his megaphone.

"The fire is in the cafeteria! Started when we were trying to make popcorn! Anyways! We-" he gestures between the teachers. "Are all going to contact your parents! Don't worry, they'll be coming soon!"

The principal tries to turn off the megaphone, and it makes the most horrible noise. Everyone yelps and covers their ears, including me.

"Sorry! Sorry everyone," the principal calls out as he tries to turn the megaphone off.

I look over to where the white haired girl was standing, but she's not their anymore.

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POV~Megan

My breath quickens as I hurriedly run out of the high school parking lot. No WAY are they going to call my dad. He'll probably try to sue the school or something, and get insanely mad and go on a rampage. No one wants that.

I speed into my garage and quickly run inside, praying dad isn't home. We live fairly close to the school, but from our point of view you can only see trees covering up the school. I let out a breath when I see that dad isn't at his normal computer spot, and run up to my room.

I grab my computer off of the desk and slowly open the lid. Throwing off my sweatshirt to reveal a black tank, I play music and sit back.

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POV~Henry

I sigh and make my way to my parents car. When I hop in the back, there is instantly bickering between the two.

"I told you he'd see us from here!" Mom exclaims, huffing as she buckles her seatbelt.

"Oh I'M SORRY, I was just worried about my son being ALIVE and all," dad groans, starting the car.

I roll my eyes and slam my seat belt into place.

"Can we PLEASE just go home?" I beg.

Mom sighs and forces a smile upon her face when she turns around. "Sure sweetie."

I nod and lean back against my seat, letting out a breath as the familiar trees pass by. Our house is a good distance away from the school, so thankfully we won't be smelling smoke all day. I dig around in my bag and pull out my phone and earbuds. I pop them in, putting my Spotify on shuffle.

One Week Later: POV~Megan

I shuffle into the Subway I'll be working at, scrunching my nose at the smell. I never did like Subway, but I need a job and this is the only restaurant in town. Otherwise I'd have to drive 20 minutes every day rather than 5 minutes to get to my job.

I sigh and walk up to the cash register, when I realize no one is even working.

"Hello?" I call.

Suddenly, a chubby bald head pokes around the corner.

"Uh, we're closed," the man says before retracting his head back.

"Well your sign says...never mind. I'm your new worker, you hired me last week?"

I can hear a grumble from the other side of the door, and the guy comes limping out.

"Right. You can make sandwiches and run a cash register right?" I nod my head slowly, and he pulls me behind the counter. He goes back behind the door, and comes back out with clothing in his hand.

"Here's your uniform. Go change in the bathroom," he says, shoving the clothes in my hand.

I scrunch up my nose and slowly walk into the bathroom. I take off my sweatshirt and put the ugly green T-Shirt on over my white tank top. I look down at the pale cargo shorts and almost gag. Definitely not my style, but I'll cope.

I drag my feet, slowly moving behind the counter. I sigh and lean forward on the counter. This is going to be a long day.

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POV~Henry

I race towards the Subway, running as fast as I can. Playing basketball throughout high school really is paying off right now.

"I will NOT be late on the first day!" I yell, pushing open the door while I'm in full beast mode.

I lean down on my knees, panting and gasping for air. Finally, I stand up on my wobbling knees. I look up to see that one white haired girl behind the counter, her face frozen in surprise.

A grin crosses my face. "Hey, I know you!"

She shakes her head violently. "No, I don't think so."

Still smiling, I smoothly walk over to her. "Yes I do too. You're the girl with the headphones!"

She huffs and rolls her eyes. I grin even wider, happy I've won this battle.

"So uh, where's baldy?" I ask, glancing around the empty Subway. She gestures to the back door.

I nod understandingly and move behind the counter.

"What're you doing?" She asks.

I flash her a smile. "Working, duh."

I swear I see a flash of happiness on her face, but it's instantly replaced by an eye roll. I knock on the backdoor, and I hear some struggling. I look to the girl with a raised eyebrow, but she just shrugs it off. The guy slams open the door.

"What? Oh, it's YOU. OK, here, take your uniform and leave me alone."

He throws my some clothes and huffs back into the room. I go into the bathroom, change, and soon after come back to behind the counter. Soon, we're swamped with orders and people demanding their sandwiches. When lunch rush is over, the girl and I pull up chairs and relax.

"I uh, never got your name," I mutter.

She gives me a glance and says, "Megan."

I flash her another smile. "Megan? Like, Megy? Can I call you that?"

She narrows her eyebrows. "NO."

"OK fine. How about Meg?"

"Nope."

"Megalicious?"

She groans and puts her head in her hands.

I laugh. "OK, just Megan it is. But just so you know, grumpy pants is a way better option. Better then Megalicious, even."

She glares at me, and I raise my hands defensively. "Hey, I'm just working with what I got here."

She rolls her eyes again. "OK well, what's your name?"

"Henry." I state.

She nods and get's up from her chair and back behind the counter.

"What're you doing?" I ask her.

"Uh, working. We've got another customer."