Chapter 2 The Job

Haley-

What exactly is fun about Tuesday mornings? Absolutely nothing, just another reminder that Friday is still some days away. Reasons I dislike weekdays.

I tilt the kettle and allowed the steaming water pour into my red mug, I'm not a fan of choosing favourite colours or whatever I just go with the flow, what am I even saying?

I quickly make my light brown tea and place my toast on the plate before taking them to the dinning table. Images of yesterday flash in my mind and I sigh.. Elon. Many thoughts cross my mind at once before my mind goes blank.

"Would you finish all that?" Sabrina, my two year old younger sister who happens to be a twin asks. I just give her the mind-your -frickin-business eye and focus on mine as well, does anyone have issues with nosey younger ones?

"We haven't discussed your job yet honey." Mum says and I nod, that can't happen this morning either ways. We exchange the we'll-talk-later eye contact and then I focus on eating my food quietly, no thoughts go through my mind as I eat. Usually I like to plan out my day but I feel like mum can read my thoughts, Elon has an amazing ability if you ask me.

If I had that ability I know what I could do with it.

Brushing aside the now arising thought of Elon in my mind I focus one my first task of the day, finishing my breakfast. I guess Sabrina was right.. why the hell did I make this much coffee? I wasn't thinking.

Okay Sam thanks for the don't think tip.

"Who wants extra breakfast?" I ask pushing my plate to the centre of the table. "Anyone." I ask waving my hand in the air to at least get a reply.

"No one.. alright I'll be leaving the plates here if y'all need extra.. bye." I push myself off the chair and turn to run off to school before I catch mums glares. "Right.. I'll drop this off in the kitchen." With an annoyed whistle I take the plates to the kitchen and drop it off before I run out of the house.

Once I'm on the main Street I take out my headphone and blast music through it. I know it's not ideal to have your ears blocked out while moving but..

David Guerra and Sia's titanium plays and I can't help but lip sync along not bothered by the stares I receive.

I'm bullet proof nothing to loose

Fire away fire away

Ricochet you take your aim

Fire away..

"Good morning Lisa." I greet the girl in front of the bakery, I pit stop here every morning to get baked goods that help start my day. Who else is in love with freshly baked goods?

"Good morning sunshine. The regular?" "You know it girl." The smiling girl being the counter winks at me and throws a thumbs up before preparing my order. I wonder how she could be so cheerful every morning.. I mean majority of the customers here are rude high school students who tend to have early morning baked goods cravings like my self, as for me.. I could never.

"Two super sweet cupcakes and some cookies.. oh I got you doughnuts. Mum had us go on a frying spree last night, I felt like you should have some. There's more than enough at home." She hands me the bag of pastries, I inhale deeply the scent of the fresh goods and she smirk.

"Mouth watering eh? Run along now we don't wanna have you late for school do we?" She asks and I shake my head, she acts much older but she's only a year and two months older. Due for college but decided to take a break and find something to do with her life.

"Thanks for the doughs Lisa and have a beautiful day." "You too." She waves with her free hand while I plug my headphones back in and replay Titanium, I don't know but there's something about this song that makes me feel like the main character even if I'm very far from being it.

**

"Well good morning to you Haley." Sam says as I approach my locker, she's leaning on hers. It's like she's been waiting for me to arrive, I came in a bit late.

"Don't you have classes?" I ask opening my locker, she keeps staring at me.. great. I toss the books I won't be needing for the early part of my day into my locker and bang it shut.

"Can't you be a little less messy?" She asks reopening my locker and arranging my books. Note to take; Sam is perfect.

"I need a favour." Her authoritative voice makes me jerk backwards.

"Well I'm in no position to do favours." I tell her readjusting my backpack ready to make a beeline for class whenever the bell goes. This is high school for heaven's sake and this is my last year so don't look at me with judgey eyes, if I don't do it now.. I'll never do it again.

"It's concerning your job." "Oh." I stare at her perfect face waiting her request, I take out time to asses her. She doesn't look out of place in any sort, her contour gives her that baddie vibes and her smokey glitter eye shadow look makes her look hot, I wonder how much privilege I'm wasted as a senior of Oakland.

I mean we in senior year are permitted to do a lot of stuffs that are a little above the rule and here I am being plain and boring. Little wonder I have no friends.

"I need you to work on your thinking." Like seriously? Dude what is she even saying.

Scrap that, what exactly is wrong with my thinking?

"Yesterday Kyle and I had a little chat. He told me a couple of things that ran through your mind and I must say you're a little too judgemental for someone of your status."

excuse me!

I'm taken aback by her statement, what does that even mean?

Someone of my status? Okay this isn't funny anymore. Just because I'm not from the rich class doesn't mean she should be.. wait how was I even judgemental yesterday?

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" I asked trying to hide my annoyance to this self over hyped arrogant lass who gave me a job.

"Stop thinking when you're around Elon."

Okay this is the height of this.

Let's give this a second look.. I should stop thinking around Elon, why? It's not like he even cares what I think about him. There's more to Kyle than I know.

"Wake up from your slumber of perfection missy." I snap my fingers at her face and she frowns, half the people around turn to watch us.

"Just because you find it easy to 'not think' around Elon doesn't mean every one can. I mean do you know how much people with actual problems and responsibilities think? I guess not, I'm off to class." I storm off leaving Sam beside the lockers and earning a few more stares, who wouldn't look at me. I just fucking went off while talking to Oakland's greatest.

***Fast forward to last period___**

"Hey." A platinum blonde with an overly dolled up face greets sliding her book next to mine. I turn my face away and I hear her give a small sigh, she wants to friends.. ugh pathetic.

Just because I now am in taking terms with Sam, every girl in Oakland is aspiring to be a friend, what happened to before Sam and I?

Speaking of Sam, she ditched all her classes today. I'm not exactly sure of what her reason is but I know we'll be meeting again tonight at Elon's.

"Well since the teacher isn't going to be teaching till the bell is rung I decided to say hi." She says and I frown turning my attention to her.

"Why?" "No concrete reason." Just what I thought.

"I don't like Barbie dolls, I fuck with nerds." I deadpan and her mouth forms an O, I smirk and fling her book off my table.

Seconds after her stupid book touches the floor the bell goes, with a sigh of relief and anticipation for my second day at work I pack up my stuff and head out.

The hustle to get out of the class is so not worth it, I had my elbow bruised by one of the psychopaths running out of the class. Some guys do not ever grow up trust me.

The hallway is full of running students and noisy girls. I wonder how many students Oakland has, I barely know twenty yet I see them everyday.

"Be reminded there's a party at Silverline's house today, freshmen and sophomores are very much invited." Caroline announces to the population, a couple shouts and murmurs are heard. No one is really thrilled because the main senior hotties wouldn't be around.

I'm talking about Sam's best friends, they are outta town for a vacation. They take it every term just before they take their first match of the term. It lasts a week or less, usually.

The noise dies down as I make my way out of the hallway to the parking lot to search for Sam's car. Hopefully she didn't run home without me or else..

As I approach her I can see her talking on the phone smiling very widely.

I wonder who would make Sam that happy. It must be her boyfriend, but wait Sam doesn't hang out with guys at school.. maybe her college boyfriend. Her life is very interesting and I'm not willing to meddle (at all)