Rodrigo's Pizza Emporium

11

Montgomery Brown rushed downstairs, pulling on a jacket to cover up his arms. He was wearing a loose black shirt with jeans, a green zip-up jacket from some brewery he'd visited with his dad hanging over it. His father gave him a concerned look as Monty made a mad grab for his keys.

"Going to see a friend?" he said in explanation, more of a question than not. His dad stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"Back by eleven, eh?" he responded, waving his hand in dismissal. Monty nodded, rushing out the door, barely remembering to grab his phone on the way out. The Blue Bell Apartments were about a two minute drive from him, the perks of living in a cluster of apartment buildings. He climbed into his Toyota, starting up the car before he even closed the door, tearing out of the parking lot. Once he was on a straight road, he buckled his seatbelt, continuing down for a bit.

Not long later, he spotted the sign for Blue Bell Apartments, turning in without a blinker and getting out of the car, grabbing his keys and locking them before sprinting to the stairwell. He took the steps two at a time, lanky legs crossing the distance easily. There were eight floors in Blue Bell Apartments, and Montgomery sprinted up each and every flight of stairs, no matter how much his legs ached.

When he finally reached the door leading to the roof, he pushed open the door, seeing a figure sitting at the edge of it, staring down. Their face was hidden by a coat of dirty blond hair.

"DJ?" he asked, his voice cracking. She looked up, and he paused mid-way to her. Heart-shaped face, dark eyes, medium-sized lips, a button nose, and a smattering of freckles on her nose. She was everything he'd thought her to be.

Montgomery shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts. He wasn't here to admire her looks. He went up, sitting beside her.

"You're..."

She paused, glancing up at his face before going back to staring at the streets below.

"Not how I imagined you. In a good way."

"You're a lot uglier than I imagined."

DJ turned to face him, a minuscule smile on her face.

"Kidding."

He smiled, unable to stop himself from studying her features.

"You're beautiful."

"Tell that to Ryan."

Montgomery stilled, body going tense. DJ looked over at him.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

He hated how he stuttered when he lied. To cover it up, he added a half-truth.

"I just didn't realize you went to my school. You're in my study hall."

"Yeah... you do look familiar."

"How are you... do you feel better?"

"I've exited my state of hysteria, I promise. I just... I dunno. Hearing him say that he only wanted me for my sister..."

"He's a d-bag. He's... on the lacrosse team with me. Always cussing out our teammates when they mess up and commenting on girls' appearances. I didn't know he was dating someone."

"Apparently neither did he."

"He's missing out on a pretty bomb Sprite pourer."

"Enjoyed those, did you?"

"Yeah, especially the personalized notes saying 'eff off' and the Sharpie on the straw saying 'suck this.'"

"I thought you'd enjoy those."

"Made my day."

"The sarcasm is not appreciated, Adonis."

"My apologies, your highness."

"Apology not accepted."

"Dang, I thought that would work."

DJ laughed, before it died out, and she studied his clothing. He did the same. She was wearing a red Rodrigo's Pizza Emporium uniform, though it looked ruffled, her hair messy, makeup smeared. The red in her face was dying down.

"Want me to beat him up?"

DJ laughed, shaking her head.

"I did that fine myself, thank you."

"Can't wait to see the results tomorrow."

"Luckily I'll be in the clear cause his ego's to fragile for him to admit he got his ass beat by his 5'6, 130 pound ex girlfriend."

"Yeah, hopefully."