Not Your Girl

Chapter Fiffteen

Chapter Fifteen – I think I’m a liar | Not Your Girl

Head facing the ground, eyes glued to the google maps screen on my phone, I trudged in the direction of Billy’s Bakery. My resume was tucked under my arm and my backpack slung over my shoulder. Twisting and turning down the streets of town, my red converse and myself where on a mission. My mind drifted to the party tonight. How was I supposed to convince my parents to let me go? They were already pissed off at me enough as it was. Parties where a ‘no go’ in the Southern family. But I couldn’t just ditch Chris like that. I wracked my brain for options but there was only one thing I could think of. One thing I could do. One thing that could possibly ruin my life if I got caught. One thing I didn’t necessarily like. One thing I didn’t really agree with. One thing that good girls didn’t do. I was going to have to lie.

My brown eyes glanced up and scanned the sign on top of the Bakery in front of me. Billy’s Bakery. I turned off my phone and tucked it away into a side pocket of my backpack. I relaxed slightly at the “hiring now” sign posted on the door. Taking my resume out from under my arm and holding it with two hands, I pushed open the door. An entry bell rang gently as I entered and my eyes took in the shop before me. Groups of table and chairs decorated the room along with a bench along the window lined up with stools. A similar bench and stools were placed in front of the counter, stopping where the display case started. The shop was mainly empty besides a lone man sitting at the window bench and a couple sitting in the corner. My eyes moved to the pastries, cakes, pies, rolls, croissants and bread shown in the display case. My stomach flipped excitedly at the sight of the finger-licking food.

I took a deep breath, remembering why I was here and slowly made my way towards the front counter. There was no one at the front counter and I looked around the back of the shop for an attendant. I leaned across the counter, looking from side to side. Where was everybody? Suddenly a back door opened and a young man walked in carrying a heavy crate. A mixture of light brown or possibly dark blonde hair and a set of deep cloudy blue eyes followed by a focused expression. The quite focused and determined expression was replaced by a look of curiosity and surprise as his deep cloudy blue eyes landed upon me. He placed the crate onto the front counter with ease and brushing his hands onto the apron tied around his waist, he came over to assist me.

“How can I help you?” He asked, bearing a gentle and welcoming smile. I felt my nerves start to kick in and my eyes drifted down to my resume and then back up to the young man.

“Hi, I heard you were looking for employment and I was wondering if I could give you my resume.” I said with a polite smile and the man’s smile widened slightly as I held up the resume so he could see.

“That would be great,” The man said and took the resume from me. His cloudy blue eyes scanned the front page quickly. I watched as he read my name on the paper, “Thanks Jessica.” He opened the first page of he resume, his eyes flittering over the writing. His eyebrows came together for a second before he looked up, glancing at my uniform.

“Oakwood high, eh? I used to go there.” The man stated with a small smile.

“Yeah… hectic place.” I responded, thinking my inner thoughts out loud. The man gave a chuckle as his eyebrows bounced up and down knowingly.

“Probably half of the reason I dropped out,” He responded and I quirked my head to one side curiously, watching as he closed my resume and looked back up at me, “Oh right, I’m Stefan.”

He put out a hand which I took and shook it gently with a small smile. He then removed his hand before tapping the resume twice on the counter to make it neat, “Well I’ll be sure to give this to the boss and then hopefully we’ll get back to you.”