Ninety Four || l.h [on hold]

About A Girl

:: Chapter 3

  "I need an easy friend, I do with an ear to lend."

"You can fucking leave now, I didn't invite you to eat pizza with me,” he snapped.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir,” I replied before making a beeline for the door.

"Don't call me sir, you sound like my damn mother,” he snapped.

His rudeness stopped me dead in my tracks and I opened my mouth to correct him but quickly closed it again when I realised that a catty remark could cost me my job as well as force me to spend more time in the room with him. Instead I held in the rage until I was outside where I was almost free to be myself and let it all out.  

His rudeness was appalling, it was almost as if he had been raised by wolves. He practically hit me in the face with a pizza box! We are talking about an adult here not a toddler. And apart from informing me about his private business in the bathroom and swearing at me, he compared me to his mother! If I was his mother he would have been sent somewhere to get fixed long ago. His pupils were dilated, his apartment smelled like weed, and his clothes had holes in it. What kind of mother let her son live like that?

I tried to calm myself down with a deep breath and remind myself that everyone has a good side to them however hard it was to see in this… human.

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When I got back to Pizza Hut I got another nasty surprise.

Standing there and looking mockingly at me stood the guy I had just delivered pizza to. I couldn’t fathom how he had got there in such a short while since I had only made a couple of deliveries after leaving his place but there he was with his ice blue eyes. I didn't realize how tall he actually was until I was standing in front of him.

He gave me a once over which made me feel uneasy and a little insecure, especially since I had caught a glimpse of a zit in the middle of my forehead on the way to the pizzeria. The staff bustled around, trying to pretend like they weren’t watching my every move.

“Was everything ok with the pizza?" I asked using my best employee voice, even though I was speaking through my teeth.

He shrugged, turned around and took the boxed pizza Moira handed him. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as I realised that maybe I wasn’t the reason that he had come back to the pizzeria. I just wished he hadn’t been too lazy to drive out the first time, maybe then my day wouldn’t have turned into a stinking shit pile.