---- Edited Version ----
____________________________________________________________________________
"Hi, how can I help you?” The cashier smiled, her eyes eagerly waiting for Zach and I to order.
Zach glanced towards me, his eyebrows raised.
I turned away from him, fixing my eyes to the cashier’s. “I’ll have a hot dog—”
“Make that two hot dogs,” Zach quickly added.
I bit down on my lip; I thought he had wanted me to order?
“Anything to drink?” the cashier immediately questioned, her heavy fingers punching the keys on the cash register.
Zach took a quick glimpse of me. “Two lemonades?”
I nodded my head, an overwhelming grin creeping up my face. I loved lemonade, and the fact that he perfectly guessed that… was perfect. “That works.”
The cashier disappeared behind the black curtain and I stood there patiently, trying my best to not let my eyes wander towards Zach again. I had been crying only minutes ago, but something about being near him felt right. It made me feel safe, like I was secure. Yet despite that, a sense of nervousness was lurking through my body. I let out a sigh; although I wanted to, that emotion wasn’t one that I could explore right now.
“Here you go,” the cashier said, startling me. She handed us each a hot dog and drink filled with lemonade, her eyes quick to tenderly examine Zach.
I could feel myself instantly get a little annoyed—for a reason that I couldn’t comprehend—as she passed him a very flirtatious look.
Zach smiled politely, “Thank you, Susan.”
She giggled. “Of course!”
Susan? While making my way out of line, I felt my head instantly shoot back around to read the cashier’s name tag. As I turned my head back around, I furrowed my eyebrows wondering for a second, who reads the name tag of a cashier? Well, I guess that’s a pretty gentlemen-like thing to do.
“Why don’t you take a seat over here,” Zach suddenly motioned, his arm signaling towards the round table positioned towards the edge of the bunch.
Obeying him, I quickly sat down, my hand reaching to push away the hair that the wind had swept over my face.
“I’ll go get some ketchup.”
I brought myself to look at him, our eyes meeting for nearly a fraction of a second before I anxiously smiled and looked away.
***
The bench let out a small squeak as Zach placed himself in the seat next to me. I was a little shocked—it only seemed right for a guy like him to take the seat across from a girl. But I guess I liked it; it felt more intimate—although this isn’t in any way supposed to be an intimate occasion.
“What are you so lost in thought about?”
I shifted my gaze towards him, my head shaking. “Nothing, I was just thinking.”
“I think you’re worrying yourself more than you’re thinking,” he passed me a skeptical look.
A confused expression drew onto my face.
YOU ARE READING
Falling to Pieces
Teen FictionDo you know that feeling, that feeling of your life completely changing in the matter of a second? Jessica Hayes did, and she knew it very well. For her, senior year was supposed to be a year filled with unwanted girly drama but little did she reali...
