I went into work the next day a little late. I went to the back and changed into the black shirt and green apron.
"Where were you?" Rusty asked.
"I had to fill out some paperwork for Max's school," I said. "And I slept in a little bit."
"Well it is about DAMN time," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"You're seventeen years old and getting up at four o'clock on the morning," he said. "I was worried about you."
I rolled my eyes.
"You know that I need the money," I said.
"So Kyle stopped in yesterday," he said.
"What'd he say?" I groaned.
"He said that you had a particular new Chemistry partner that was easy on the eyes," he said.
"Oh dear lord, not you too!" I said. "I'm almost positive that he's a jerk."
"What? Blame Kyle," he said. I laughed.
"Oh don't worry, I'll yell at him later," I said.
"Good," he said. "Just don't kill him. He's my nephew."
I went out to the counter to help out Danny, a pimple faced sixteen year old who I worked with.
"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?" I asked the first customer.
Customers came and went, and about two hours into my shift, I saw someone that I wasn't expecting.
"Kyle? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"What? Am I not allowed to visit my little teddy bear?" he asked.
We had a little game that we liked to play. We had to call each other by boyfriend/girlfriend pet names. You couldn't repeat a name, and whoever either repeated or didn't use one lost. I was the reigning champion.
"Yeah, well not when your little strawberry shortcake is a bit pissed off," I said.
"Aw, snookums!" he protested.
"I'm sorry, sugar plum, but you were bad and told Rusty about my Chemistry partner, and now he thinks I have a boy in my life," I said.
"Babelicious, your sugar plum didn't know any better! And he thought that it would be hilarious!" he said.
"Hilarious for who sweetie pie?" I asked.
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Losing ControlTeen Fiction
Riannan's life was spent watching her five year old brother since her mother was too busy passing out at bars and hooking up with twenty-year olds to do it herself. Living in a run down apartment and working two jobs to stay there was hard work for...