Chapter 6 Kayla

Today I'm planning on having the best day. I even go as far as to read motivational quotes about how to make sure you have a good day. Apparently if something happens in the morning you can't let it affect your whole day, you have to be like my morning was horrible but I still have good rest of the day, so on and so forth. I think it might just work because my brother hasn't texted me since yesterday. I know its fine because he is grown, he can do what he likes but he can at least tell me he is fine. I'd literary settle for a thumbs up emoji at this point.

I have to stop pestering him though because I have plans for today. Big ass plans. I am going to look for a job at the food joint called Butterfly Palace near the beach. I don't really need the job but I need. . .something to keep me busy. I think I look professional enough for what I'm about to do which I know I'll be significantly judged for, but I have to do this for me.

I know I don't need a job but I need some sort of independence. My brother has his art and my sister has her thing with the partying and being a social butterfly and the fact that she might be the next in line after our father to be the leader of the pack, but me on the other hand I'm just in the background like some sort of side character or an extra. I know I could find a hobby that won't be as time consuming but I've tried that already and I tend to lose interest after a few weeks of doing something, nothing sticks. I need something that's going to ground me, I need rules and discipline and maybe it'll be good for my application if I have experience since I don't plan on being on the family business. My dad won't like it because he wants us to focus on our studies and pack business which is why I'm not planning on telling him but I wanted to tell my siblings so they could cover me if need be. I just don't want to say anything until everything is in progress.

They have a spot open because someone quit earlier stating that they wanted to leave for varsity so hopefully I get it. I look at my reflection for one last time before I leave and I look fine even though one of my braids is pulled so tight its bound to give me a headache in less than a minute but im sure as hell not retying this bun. When I arrive though I wish I would have because now, not only do I have to deal with being in an interview I have to have it while standing with customers sitting a few feet away from me. So cool.

"im sorry about this uh. . .what did you say your name was again?" Ray the owner of Butterfly Palace asks while wiping a table.

He looks young and bulky I wonder when he gets the time to exercise when this place gets this busy. He is a beta and betas are usually lean unless they put it a lot of hours in training. He has the black pants and a light blue t-shirt that seems to be the uniform but his is extra tight on his bulging muscles. He has a shaved head and would look really scary if it weren't for the smile that seems to never leave his lips.

"Kayla Reid" I answer.

"okay Kayla Reid well sorry for this but we are short stuffed and I can't afford to sit down and chat right now. Its really busy with you lot just arriving for the new school year so bare with me." He says sincerely.

"its fine im just happy you gave me a chance" I cringe as the words leave my mouth I sound like a suck up and I hate it. We get to the interview he asks me simple enough questions that I answer to the best of my abilities and when were done I heave a sigh of relief.

" look I usually mind my own business but i scent that you're an alpha. Why do you want to work serving other people" he asks. And I almost tell his to forget I even came here because isn't that what everyone is going to think. But I refrain from running and decide to see this through.

"It's. . .personal" I answer. Sparing him from the nitty gritty details of my existential crisis. "well we need all the help we can get. So Ill check you out and verify everything you sent through then if anything seems cool I'll give you a call. You honestly seem like a cool kid so I think you'll do great"

"Thank you I look forward to hearing from you then" he tries to shake my hand but his hands a full with glasses that he just picked up a second ago so he just tries to gentle fist pump me. It is so awkward that I get the fuck out of the as soon as I could, running to the first door I see which happens to be to the bathroom.

I wash my already clean hands without having to use the bathroom then take a few deep breaths which should not be done in a public bathroom by the way. I exit feeling more in control because I did not get rejected like I feared. I could get this job and I could be my own person too.

But this relief is short lived because I see someone who tried to make me move from a table I was already sitting on. I duck behind an unsuspecting couple and get away before our eyes could meet. But luck is not on my side because as soon as I make a run for it I bump into someone "oh shit sorry"

"It's cool" they walk away not paying much attention to what just happened but someone else is paying attention because when I bring my eyes back to where he was standing I find him staring straight at me

Fuck