Anger Management| Puzzle Pieces

Mars- chapter 03

A/N
To everyone out there suffering from depression, ADHD, tourette syndrome, OCD etc. I just want to tell you not to give up just because of what someone said, and I love you. And for those being bullied please remember that suicide isn't always your only option, you can tell someone.

Hailey~
I'm almost done with cleaning up the cafe. Why can't people understand the use of bins? There's literally a bin on the exit and on the inside. Is it really that hard to discard of your garbage?

I sigh rubbing the damp cloth against the sticky table. My shift isn't over until I'm done cleaning all the tables, Wes usually takes the trash out but he ditched like an hour ago so I guess I have to do that also. I groaned in frustration when the stain on the table wouldn't disappear after I've been wiping for so long.

I hear the door open and I rolled my eyes. It clearly says closed on the door so why the hell is there someone still entering? "Oh I'm sorry are you guys closed?" She asks and I stand up to face her.

Oh Heather. My hell. My source of daily torture.

She's wearing her little skimpy clothes as usual, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with wanting to dress a little slutty but there's definitely something wrong with wanting to dress slutty everyday. A devilish grin appears on her face and I know what she's about to do.

She tilts the cup of strawberry smoothie and spills it on the floor looking directly at me, "Oops" she says batting her lashes at me. She's such a bitch. She then puts a foot in the puddle of smoothie that was now on the floor and begins spreading it.

"You ruined my shoes" she cries and I narrow my eyes into slits at her. Is she serious? "This is what you call a potential hazard and If I fall I could probably-"

"Heather" Diana whispers pulling her back by the arm. How could I forget? Diana Ollie, my ex bestfriend who 'accidentally' slept with my ex boyfriend who was my boyfriend at the time. She decided she needed a change and so she went begging to be a friend of Heather's. Heather who she knew I hated by the way.

I was still dressed in my work clothes, I still had my shorts on from earlier but my hoodie was traded in for a red button up shirt that said uncle Billie's and my name tag on the front. My name tag which said "Hayeley" instead of Hailey had everyone calling me Ley, including my grandma.

"Is there-" I paused and swallowed. I'm disgusted

"Anything I can get you two?" I asked. Not because I wanted to but because it was my job. I turn on my heel and walked over to the counter where I stood waiting. "No thanks I don't eat from insects" she scoffed and I rolled my eyes and looked towards the door, "then get the fuck out" I snapped.

"You'd probably spit in it anyways" Diana said crossing her arms over her chest. Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't I guess you'll never know Diana. I looked at the girl I'd called my bestfriend, her pink pastel ombre hair stopping at her shoulders and her now blue eyes looked right back at me, for a minute I thought I was about to cry when the door rings and someone steps in.

"Sorry I had to go get my mom from the community pool" he said pushing his blonde hair back with his fingers. Just in time Hans, thank you for saving me from hyperventilating and breaking down in front of these two. "Are these your friends?" He asked and I nodded no with a disgusted look on my face.

Wes was your typical surfer guy, with his long blonde hair, muscle shirts and beach shorts. He's really handsome and was the reason for the afternoon rush, all the girls would come here to either flirt, swoon or hand out their numbers. "Uh sorry we're closed, why don't you come back another time? Say tomorrow when it's open" he said gesturing towards the door.