A Perfect Blend Of Chaos

hate all men

"Monophobia, or the fear of being alone, is a catch-all term for several discrete fears."

One day. That's how much longer we have before we have to present our final carnival project to the school fair. And to be honest I'm a little nervous. It's not really like me to get nervous about much of anything.

Okay that is most definitely a lie.

What I mean is usually I figure that my best in this class is average on a good day and if it's anything less then that would also makes sense unfortunately. But I think maybe this time the nervousness is different. If that even makes any sense to say. This time I'm a little bit more nervous in a good way because we may actually have a chance at this. This could be my first perfect score of the entire semester and to me that is something to be nervous in a good way about.

Yesterday we made sure we've focused on how the meat in the burger itself should taste and to be quite honest Jamie actually has a hand at cooking somewhat. When we tried it I expected the worse and yet with the right amount of seasoning, it was just near perfect. Jamie's face seemed satisfied and a bit impressed with himself but before he could show any more emotion it went back to being satisfied.

Today, Mr. Auburn let us have the class as a free period to brainstorm and do as we please for the big day tomorrow and, if I'm being completely honest, I had a lot more confidence about tomorrow considering how well Jamie and I had been doing for the past couple days.

If you didn't already figure it out I said had I had confidence.

Jamie didn't show the entire class. I waited for what felt like hours and yet he never even came. While it wasn't important for him to be there at the time, it sparked a new anxiety that after school when I needed him the most he wouldn't show either.

After school we had decided that we'd go to Five's Bakery, that was near his house, and scope out if they could maybe lend us some doughnuts. Jamie claimed that he had a friend in here that could get us a good deal on a couple dozen of doughnuts so we would spend our entire budget on it. It sounded pretty good at the time considering a lot of the money was from my Mom's pocket and I didn't really enjoy doing loads of extra chores around the house for a couple bucks. So anything near free would be in our best interest right now. Well if Jamie seemed to care that is.

I was parked outside of Five's at 4 o'clock sharp just as we had discussed before and yet I was about to walk in, almost an hour later, alone and with zero confidence that he would even keep his word anymore. Giving up I decided to go into Five's and sit and eat my sorrows away that I'd have to pay for almost seven dozen of doughnuts today meaning I'd have to be the personal maid for another week and a half in my house. Splendid.

"Hi, is there anything I can get for you today?" The waitress asked politely with a slight country twang.

"Sure. I'd like chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich, a warm glass of milk, with a side of I hate men," I spoke somewhat sarcastically. Almost immediately I looked at her face and could tell she was definitely confused.

"I'm sorry," I began my apologies before the waitress lifted a hand slightly before sitting across the booth with me.

"Don't worry 'bout it kid. I too have been a man hater," she smiled.

"Well I don't actually hate all men. Just one at the moment."

"Uh huh. So you mind tell in' me why this one drove you down crazy road?" she asked.

"My school is supposed to be having a big carnival tomorrow and my partner came up with this great idea and now that all we need to do is seal the deal he decides to bail on me," I rant.

For a minute she glared as I spoke with every word. You could tell she was a good listener and very confident in herself just by the way she carried herself, even in the uniform. She looked around my age, although she'd called me 'kid' earlier, with softer features and a permanent look that made her eyes seem as if they were smiling. Her darker toned red curls were tied perfectly in a bun at the top of her head while her curls stuck out in strange places that couldn't be fixed. Her piercing green eyes were intense and yet calming the way she watched intently. And her tanned hands kept her head up while the other fidgeted with her pen for taking orders. Her twang in which she talked with made her seem as if she'd be country and more tomboyish but if you'd never hear her speak she'd be a classy modern day pinup girl. But overall, she was my interpretation of what subtle confidence is.

"Well, he sounds like quite the charmer, huh?"

"That's the thing. Around our school he's the popular loner the person that everyone hears about and yet nobody can ever really saw that they're friends. I just wish Jamie would understand that right now isn't the time to live up to that. I need his help right now more than ever and he's not even around to help me out," I spoke the last sentence showing the smallest amount of feeling and watched her eyes look less focused as she stood back up.

"Well kid, I'm sorry that he stood you up the way he did. I hope things work out in time for tomorrow," she said as she jotted down my order from before,"And I'll get your order to you as soon as possible. Although, I'm not sure I'll be able to find a bottle of "I Hate Men" in the back."

I managed out a laugh in which she flashed a smile in return before disappearing behind the counter. I wonder if she'd done it purpose or if it was another moment of her perfection that oozed from her. Although I never did catch her name.

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