"and for this first time in 20 years, the doors of the Curtis residence, were locked."
DALLAS WINSTON
* I am putting a trigger warning on here because I know this subject is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. It will only mention it a few time...
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𝑟𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠
"He's back with Sylvia," I growled in disgust, staring at the devil who was disguised as a blonde bitch. I had nothing against blondes though. Heck, I was blonde. I just hated Sylvia.
I rested my elbow on the counter with my chin in my hand. Dally decided to take Sylvia on a date at the diner. He couldn't chose anywhere else. He chose here.
He completely forgot about the whole gas station situation with the creepy blue shoed dude. I felt protected when I knew he cared, but now it was all about Sylvia. I didn't have the heart to tell any of my brothers or anyone else from the gang, though I'm sure Steve knew something was going on.
"Honey," Maisie said from beside me, messing with my hair, "I don't think you'd care this much if you didn't like the boy."
My eyes widened and my eyebrows furrowed together. I quickly shot up and stared at her in shock.
"Like him? No way! I do not like him!" I defended. She leaned against the counter with her hand on her lips, her lips pursed together, and her eyebrows raised. She playfully rolled her eyes at me.
"The other day at the lake, I could tell something was going on between you two. Everyone could. The boys obviously had a problem with it, but both of you looked happy so they didn't say anything," she told me, "Kella, friends don't look at each other the way you two do."
I took a deep breath. I placed my hands against the counter and bent down, letting out a sigh. I closed my eyes.
"That's the second time someone has told me that, Maisie," I bit my lip, "I just, he doesn't like me. I'm not his type. Besides, it'd be weird if we ever got together. We've been friends for what feels like forever and it's like he's part of the family," I admitted.
I was confused. I talked with a low tone so no one around us could hear. You couldn't trust anyone these days.
A few months ago, this guy named Brian used to work here. He came in to work one day, telling one of his friends a secret, and the next day, someone that overheard him at the diner spread it all around town.
So now it's no secret that Brian was the boy that smeared his poop all over the bathroom walls as part of a senior prank, but everyone found it disgusting. He moved away last month because the bullying got so bad. Sure what he did was gruesome, but the kids at school had no right to treat him the way they did.
I felt myself glancing up at the clock on the wall. I had ten minutes left, and I still haven't found a ride home. I hated asking people.
I turned to Maisie with a small smile, "I'm going to go clean table 2 off and then I'm off," I softly told her. I grabbed a rag, a spray bottle, and a tub from under the counter.
