True Colors

Chapter two

Song "Wondering" by Jaymes Young

I hate talking about the death of my parents, it makes me sound like an attention seeker. I feel like people think I expect for them to feel sorry for me. I honestly don't want their empty condolences.

I just wish people wouldn't judge others so easily thinking that they hold that right.

My parents met 20 years ago, at some work related convention my dad had. My dad worked at some huge company that I've never seen or heard of nor do I want to. My mom was catering for that event. To keep this story short, it was "love" at first sight and that same night I was conceived.

After my parents passed, my father left me the house I grew up in. That's all he left me, after they passed, the cars were taken by the bank and almost everything else. Thank God they finished paying for the house because I don't know what I would've done. Now I'm saving up to buy a car.

I go to school everyday from seven a.m. to four p.m. and after school I head to work. I study every second of the day and I try my hardest to get highest grade possible. I have never gotten a grade point average below a four point three.

Now I'm laying on my bed staring at the ceiling and thinking about doing my homework but not actually doing it. I looked down at my wrist watch 2:39 a.m.

If I do my homework now, I'll be done by 6,  I'll have time to shower, and I'll eat some cereal.

I closed my eyes and exhaled loudly thinking of the events that happened today. Most importantly the event that happened at Curt's.

After he left, I printed out a new receipt and got his change. I am not his charity case and I am most definitely not taking his money.

I grunted loudly, I have to do my homework.

***

"Amethyst, take the backroom table. Some guy asked for you personally" Curtis yelled at me from over the counter.

Asked for me? Who could ask for me? I don't know many people. I just got here, I haven't even checked in!

I made my way to the back where all the reserved tables were at.

I pulled out the note pad and a pencil as I made my way to the only table that had two people seated in.

"Hello! Welcome to Curtis' joint, my name is Amethyst I will be your waiter and server. How may I help you?" I cheerfully spoke every word.

Both the people seated at the table sat their menu down and looked at me.

My stomach did a 360 and my soul left my body. My eyes instantly connected to those honey brown eyes I saw a month ago.

"I will have a peach ice tea" spoke the man himself. The one who's been showing up in my dreams uninvited this past month. He intertwined his fingers and looked at me, really looked at me. He eyed me from my gross hair all the way down to my worn out converse.

"I'll have a sprite" spoke his friend giving me a friendly smile.

I smiled at no one in particular and fast walked my way out of the room.

Oh fuck me! Why is he here?

I grabbed their drinks and made my way to my small purse. I pulled out the money he gave me and his change. I stuffed it in the pocket of my apron.

"Cam can you grab those drinks on the counter and follow me?" I asked my coworker and my some what of a friend.

Well I call him my friend for once sitting next to me in the public bus and not being awkward around me. Unlike that bitch Lisa that keeps giving me dirty looks, she's lucky I need this job or else I would've whooped her ass.