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When I head back in, Jody passes by informing me she just seated an eight-top at one of my tables and I get a rush of happiness from the tips I'll make on this one. I readjust my apron and peek over the bar to take a look, and my smile falls drastically.
This is not a table I want to wait on. I turn to look for Alyssa and think of asking her to switch tables with me but she's already made it to her new four-top and another family just got seated next to that.
I’m stuck with the girls.
Chapter 2
Chalene
I take a deep breath, tighten my ponytail, and head to the booth.
All eight striking Cane Bay cheerleaders occupy the booth and I nervously greet them, “Hey there, what can I get you to drink?”
I see Jolie and Holly to my right, nudging each other's shoulders as they giggle and I try to ignore it, staring at my notepad, ready to write. The other six girls all tell me their drinks and then I get to Jolie. My eyes fall on her perfect creamy skin and her blue eyes glimmer with anticipation…for what I'm not sure yet. She's the prettiest one in my opinion with perfect dimples on each cheek, long blonde hair, and not a blemish in sight.
“I’ll take some of that mud water, you know from your trailer park,” she stares right through me as I look at her frozen, dying to say something so nasty back but too scared to make a scene or compromise my job.
The girls around her all laugh and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.
I’m not sure exactly when Jolie decided to hate me or why but it’s been like this ever since ninth grade. For some reason, her calling out my many flaws, made her feel good. On a bad day, I’d say something back, but most of the time I just looked the other way. All the things she said were right anyways. My momwasdead, my dadwasa deadbeat, and my housewasa shack. And then there was my appearance. My red hair wasn’t near as soft and shiny as hers, my breast not near as big, and my eyes a dull blue in contrast to her shiny pair.
She finally gives me her drink order and I stomp off.
I just have to get through this last hour.
I tell myself that over and over convincing myself the rest of the night will be gravy. And really I'm the one getting the last laugh. Since she's in a party of eight, the gratuity will be included in the check so they can't just stiff me with a penny tip.
I get in and out as gracefully as possible taking on a couple more dirty looks as I deliver the drinks and take the food orders, but I have to take a breather with Jan on her smoke break to collect myself. I almost think of grabbing a drag of her cigarette, but I refrain, and with a deep breath I head back in and check on their orders. They’re already almost up since most of them only ordered a salad, but I stay hidden at the corner of the bar while I wait.
I can't help but watch them. I admire what it must be like to be them. All beautiful, admired, and wealthy. I bet they even had moms and dads who loved them.
They all talk and giggle without a care in the world, and then, like a set of dominoes, one nudges the other and then the next and the next as little gasps escape them. One by one they turn and look out the big glass window and I stretch my neck out to see why.
A few of the other tables around them even hear the commotion and whisper as they point and stare out the windows too. Doesn’t take much to wow this little town.
I squint as if that will help me see into the dimly lit parking lot and there is a bright yellow Lamborghini parked out there. The tail lights are still lit up so it must have just pulled in and that certainly is something to talk about.
Now that something new and shiny is here, I can stop hiding and crawl out of my corner. I scooch out a bit and try to see who is getting out of the car. The kitchen bell rings with the girls’ plates and it’s the perfect opportunity to get a closer look. I load up a few plates for my first trip and head over. They don’t pay me much attention thank God and I set the plates down, squinting again.
A man gets out of the driver's side with black dress slacks and a sleek black fitted shirt. I take a deep breath struck by his beauty. Then the passenger door opens and another man steps out. My eyes widen as the passenger turns around in a much more casual outfit. It's Danny.
Chapter 3
Chalene
“A fly is gonna get in there ya know?” Jolie’s voice taunts me and I realize my mouth is hanging open.
I close it promptly and head back to get the rest of the plates.
Who is that person Danny is with and why is he with him? Where is his car?
I pack my arms with the remaining plates and unload them as fast as possible so that I can catch up with Danny.
I can feel Jolie burning her eyes right through me and I know I've got another thing coming.
"I hope you didn't drool out of that mouth since you like to leave it hanging like that," she scrunches her face and makes a disgusted noise, and a few of the girls join in.
"No-, no of course not," that one stung for some reason, and my feet stay planted begging me to stand up to this witch but I didn’t have to...because he does.
