Two weeks later and I haven’t heard anything from Kye which really shouldn’t surprise me, but it does. Jay hasn’t really said anything about what happened and I don’t think he really cares. He’s been calling me more often so I think that means whoever he was supposed to be seeing cut him off. This has all been happening for a purpose; every single time we try to go against each other it never works out. We are meant to be for each other. . .maybe he’s finally starting to see this.
We stayed up until three in the morning last night talking about absolutely nothing; remembering the times when things weren’t complicated at all. I continued ironing my uniform for a new job I got at a diner down the street. Belle has been texting me ever since I found out …show more content…
She had her bag clutched tightly against her hip as if someone wanted to steal it. I certainly wouldn’t waste my time. I dragged myself to the booth to greet and seat her, even though all I really wanted to do was to tell her to get lost. She is the start to the never ending problem I wake up to every single day. I noticed a hint of guilt etched across her blotched skin. She looked the same as she usually did, everything but special.
Always wearing the tightest dress she could find because that’s the only way she could get any attention. The dress was a magenta and I could tell it was suffocating her, but she didn’t show it. She wore black heels, posing like she was in a magazine getting her pictures taking. My insides started to curl in disgust while I forced the insults back down my throat.
“How many?” Even though the answer was pretty obvious, it was mandatory that we asked.
“Only person standing here, aren’t I?”
“Unfortunately.” I didn’t wait for her reply and began leading her to a table closest to the windows since it wasn’t my section. All I had to do was ask what drink she wanted and someone else would have to deal with her
We stayed up until three in the morning last night talking about absolutely nothing; remembering the times when things weren’t complicated at all. I continued ironing my uniform for a new job I got at a diner down the street. Belle has been texting me ever since I found out …show more content…
She had her bag clutched tightly against her hip as if someone wanted to steal it. I certainly wouldn’t waste my time. I dragged myself to the booth to greet and seat her, even though all I really wanted to do was to tell her to get lost. She is the start to the never ending problem I wake up to every single day. I noticed a hint of guilt etched across her blotched skin. She looked the same as she usually did, everything but special.
Always wearing the tightest dress she could find because that’s the only way she could get any attention. The dress was a magenta and I could tell it was suffocating her, but she didn’t show it. She wore black heels, posing like she was in a magazine getting her pictures taking. My insides started to curl in disgust while I forced the insults back down my throat.
“How many?” Even though the answer was pretty obvious, it was mandatory that we asked.
“Only person standing here, aren’t I?”
“Unfortunately.” I didn’t wait for her reply and began leading her to a table closest to the windows since it wasn’t my section. All I had to do was ask what drink she wanted and someone else would have to deal with her