Why Me?

Chapter 14

Clairs P.O.V

What the hell are they doing here?

Of course its to get food you dumbass, you think they were here for you?  My subconscious mocks me.

Yeh ok, I know that but still, I mock back.

After their initial reaction, I put on the biggest smile on my face and walk away before they could see my true emotions. Man would I pay millions to broadcast their reaction. I honestly felt like laughing right there and then but remembered if I want to keep my job then I would have to keep my mouth shut.

Two tables away from theirs I kept my head up high and continued to do my work, I can hear what they were saying loud and clear and surprise surprise, its about Luke.

"What the hell Kian!? I thought Luke said she like died or something? I mean the bitch deserves it after murdering Ryan." Chloe says with that disgusting nasally voice of hers, I try not to listen to the girl who once slept with my brother and keep wiping the damn table.

"I don't know! I thought she died too. Oh man, what am I going to tell Luke?" Ryan looks about ready to cry. 

What a pussy. 

"Claire! What are you doing wiping the tables! You're supposed to be taking orders you brat, give me the rag and go ask booth 5 their orders, they keep staring at you and frankly, I think they want you to take their orders eh?" A smirk crawls up my annoying co-worker's lips. His brown, curly hair flopping around as he shakes his head at me, that little dimple of his coming out. 

How dare he call me brat!? I'm not a brat. He is.  

"I know you're calling me a brat in your head, which proves my point. Now hurry up and get your tushie over there." With that, he pushes me towards their table. 

I'll get him for that later. 

Looking over at them still in their heated discussion, I reluctantly make my way over and clear my throat.  

Alright, let's do this again. 

"Sorry I thought I heard my boss call me, anyway what are your orders?" This time Ryan clears his throat, a look of determination passes his face while his goons look at him expectantly. 

This should be interesting. 

"So Claire, where have you been all this time huh?" How nosy, I hate nosy people. I mentally chuckle at his question, maybe I should mess with him a bit. 

"Dear customer, my whereabouts arent any of your concern, now would you like to try our house special, its the bacon cheeseburg-" 

"Come on Claire, just answer my question, stop being a bitch." Not only did he cut me off, he even called me a bitch. How rude. Looks like people don't change after all. 

There goes my fun, I'm starting to get pissed by their presence. But I can't do anything. Fuck my life. 

Taking a deep breath, I exhale and continue, "Excuse me, could I please get your order, if you guys are not here for the food then I suggest you leave."  Chloe's face scrunches up in disgust, she lets out a scoff and relays their orders. 

"Alright, 5 bacon cheeseburgers and 5 cream sodas. If that would be all, I'll be back in a few minutes with your order."  With that, I run out of there before I pull out that bitch's hair extensions out. 

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Ding!

Looks like their orders are ready, maybe I should spit in their food? Or like put some bleach in their drinks. 

Too dark Claire, too dark. 

Shaking my ridiculous thoughts away, I once again, very slowly make my way to their table. I must've not been paying much attention because I didn't seem to notice an extra person in their table. 

The familiar blond shining as the sun hits his hair. Getting closer, my vision becomes blurry as I realize whos actually sitting in front of me. 

Almost losing my balance over the tray, I place it down with a slam and turn to run. I can't deal with so much in one day. 

Before I could run, a warm hand snatches my wrist and pulls me backward, turning me around and looking me straight in the eye with his ocean blue eyes. 

"Claire..."  His raspy voice puts shivers down my spine. Before I could open my mouth to say something, he does something I would've only dreamt about before. 

Pulling me closer, his hands wound itself around my waist, I feel him tucking my head closer to his chest, his heartbeat thumping against his chest, making me feel even dizzier. The gasps around me were enough to confirm this was not expected. I did not expect this. 

"I'm sorry." And with that I feel a teardrop on my shoulders where he rests his head, pulling me closer than before.  

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I imagine Chloe as Jenny from Gossip Girl, but otherwise, the imagination is yours!