Kellie
Stay away? Seriously? I half expected him to stalk me, take pictures or make fun of me or something. I don't even know him and here he is already trying to keep me away from his friends.

“...I'm just getting shit straight to the point. Your type-Your just not someone-” To be hanging out with a guy like him. Maybe I should have just let him complete his sentence. Maybe I just didn't want to hear the words because it could be something so much more worse. Maybe I should have just ignored him and walked away without any care like I should for the world.

Do I care? Is that the reason why I'm getting so stressed out with the idea of practically the entire school seeing me half naked?

I sigh and tighten the blue apron behind my back. It feels so much better to be back to Gloria's. I requested for more shifts in a week so somehow I can put myself to full use to earn that extra penny. Honestly, I don't want to go back especially to Stacy's room. For the first time in my life I feel helpless than I already have been. To face my already miserable reality at school tomorrow or on Monday. I shake my head. Never. As pathetic as it sounds I'm already waiting for the news to flash a rotting dead body in my house with a bullet in its head or a needle sticking out it's arm. I chuckle sarcastically. “Pathetic.” I mumble, scrubbing the stain on the counter.

“Hey!” I hear a cheerful voice when the sound of the bells near the entrance jingles. I raise my head to look at the girl in skinny jeans and pink floral top beaming at me. She has the chick look like as if from a movie.

“'Hey.” I smile, my voice sounding low and exhausted as she keeps her duffel bag on the counter to retie her strawberry blond hair into a ponytail. With a clean wet towel, I swipe away the soap off the counter and start arranging the items on the shelf. She walks behind the counter to fetch an apron for herself. “Your first shift?” She beams reaching beside me. “Let me help you.” She doesn’t wait for my reply as she starts arranging the opposite shelf near the register.
“Thanks. Not exactly, I was on leave for some time now. You?”

“Joined this month.” She replies, flashing me a white friendly smile. I smile back and continue with my duty. I can feel her eyes on me as her heels tap closer. She must be from the same school. And of course she knows about me. I hold my breath as her flip flops step near me. A few seconds pass and I crack my head to the side, as if preparing myself to pounce any moment. “What do you want?” I snap. Her pink lips part and close as she recovers and shakes her head. “I.. just wanted that cinnamon jar. Can you pass me that please?” I nod and hand it over. It takes a moment when she finally asks, “So you're the girl from.. the girl- the one who-”

“Oh, the half naked girl on the poster? Yes. That's me.” I spit, surprising myself from the amount of bitterness in it. I look away from her pained expression, partly regretting my attitude towards her.

“Oh-oh. I'm sorry… for what happened to you. I shouldn’t have said that,” She chuckles nervously. I don't need your pity, blondie. “I.. Well I'm Katherine Underwoods. Call me Kate.” Her smile goes wider and I know she's sincere.

“Kelly Anderson.” She pats my shoulder, her green eyes sparkling just like the whole atmosphere around her. Maybe she is good person like the way she looks I guess.

“You girls are really getting along well, huh?” Sarah, the café's owner walks towards us with a smile.

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“Really, there isn't? Are you sure?” She asks me as she hands the coffee to the costumer. “Thanks for coming!” She calls out with a cheerfulness almost cartoon like. I suppress my laugh.

“No! Really.”
Jeez, it's been almost an hour her trying to force out an answer of someone I've been dating or have a crush on. I wipe the wet containers dry chuckling at myself. She just can't shut up. “Who would date me.” I sarcastically mumble.

“Two cappuccinos, please.” I nod at the costumer and bill the amount.
“Two regular cappuccinos!” I call out and wipe away my sweating forehead with my sleeve.
“You can pay this in the next counter, please.” I inform the bald guy in all orange and start to refill the spoon containers beside me.

“One café mocha with extra whipped cream and marshmallows and another one of your choice for yourself. Please.”

“Excuse me, sir but we don't- oh.” I stare at CC's grinning face.

Notes

Heeey guys! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
So I was gonna wait for this update until next year but I posted it anyway for you my lovely readers ^^ Get it? Next year?

I know most of you guys must have ditched that 'new year, new me' shit- Well I too have. But I have decided to stay the way I am- jus improve myself by ditching the shitty sides of me and seek for more positivity wherever I can find and share it with others. Let's spread more of what we'd like ourselves to feel :)

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C ya until next update!
I just realized there's no word called positivity? or is my grammar check gone crazy...