Hello! Welcome to my story :D
Thank you for taking interest and I hope you enjoy the first chapter! This story is slightly based on my real life because I do work at a drug store and there just might be a girl at a diner next door.
The chapters will get longer and more intricate so tell me what you think!

Thank you again!

"Twenty two forty five"

"What?"

"Twenty two forty five"

"Can you repeat that slower?"

I gripped the edge of the counter frustrated at the elderly woman who stood before me. Okay scratch that, she was an old ass lady who bought way too many goddamn items for her own good, was creating a giant line, and was using a check for twenty two dollars.

I inhaled slowly and tried not to express my anger. I reached over and tilted the top of the register so she could look at the price. She tilted her glasses and craned her neck forward, as if she was looking through a microscope. I tried not to make a comment about how uncomfortably close she was getting to me.

Clenching my teeth, I grabbed the phone next to me, pushed a button, and my voice echoed throughout the entire store.

"Can I have a second cashier to the front?"

Yes, I work customer service at the local drugstore in Lima. Do I like it? Hell no. After graduating from McKinley, I decided that I wasn't ready to ship myself across the world to fancy colleges with names I can't pronounce. I needed more time to myself to think about my life, so I'm attending the local community college to get my act together. My parents wanted me to take summer classes or get a job, so here I am.

I tugged the collar of my navy blue polo and exhaled as I sat down on the bench outside. My head was pounding and this fifteen – soon to be twenty – minute break was all I needed in the moment.

"Hey there lady"

I looked over and smirked as Mr. Mohawk came strutting over with a lighter in his hand and a pout forming on his lips. He has been working here for god knows how long, but he always manages to spice up my day.

"What do you want Puck? I'm trying to enjoy my break without anyone wanting anything from me." I said sternly but a hint of humor sprinkling my words.

"Well that's just the thing there San," He held up a lighter and flicked it between his thumb and forefinger in a small circle, I guess he learned something useful in high school, "I don't want anything from you, I just happen to have this lighter who needs a buddy to keep him company."

I rolled my eyes and laughed as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a box of Marlboro's. Why do soft packs even exist? It seems like a stupid idea to continue to create a less stable packaging when better options exist, like the idea of making an old folks home for old people. I really hate old people.

I pulled a cigarette out and held it between my fingers, "What's in it for me huh? You're always mooching smokes off of me."

His pout elongated and he ran a hand through his Mohawk with his freehand. I don't blame him, it was miserably hot outside. I pulled on my polo collar again and waited for him to formulate a clever excuse this time when my eyes caught locked onto something, or rather, someone.

Her name was Brittany. She worked at the diner next to my store, a store whose name will never be uttered to avoid sheer humiliation. She worked as a waitress, or a cook, or a billboard because I'm sure she would get paid more than minimum wage from the stares she got, the majority of which were mine. I had only been there once to grab a to-go menu and never racked up the courage to go back in. I only saw her in passing glimpses like these. She seemed sweet enough but girls were my kryptonite.

She had ran outside the diner after a man who left his wallet on the counter, long and shiny blonde hair following behind her, as well as a really, really, nice ass. I would go more into description but I haven't seen her enough to note all her features other than the most blatant ones. I had to double check to see if she actually had angel wings protruding out of her back because I know for a fact no customer would get an ounce of sympathy from me if they left their shit on my counter. This is one of the many reasons why I'm such a bitch, but I've grown to accept that title throughout high school.

I realized that I had been leering for a long time and quickly looked back to Puck, hoping he hadn't notice. Who am I kidding? Of-fucking-course he notice.

He tilted his head back and started cracking up, taking a few steps back and covering his face with his hand. My face flushed red, I hated when that happened. I hated showing any emotion that portrayed weakness or openness, I keep to myself.

"Why the fuck are you laughing!" I barked angrily at Puck. I know damn well why he was laughing but I chose to act ignorant in hopes that maybe he was laughing at something else.

He snorted and bent over, leaning forward and eased his face right next to my ear, "And I thought I was obvious when I checked out girls." He snapped back, grabbed the cigarette from between my fingers and started walking away.

"Hey get back here, where are you going!" I yelled over to him, angry that he always finds a way to leave with more than he came with.

"My shift starts in ten and I wanna smoke the hell out of this cigarette." He smiled and turned the corner. I sighed and looked down, defeated. What the hell was his problem? What was my problem? I'm Santana Lopez for fucks sake. I can't believe I got awe-struck by a girl and let Puck make a fool out of me within one crappy break.

I leaned back and exhaled as I squinted, realizing the sun was just overheard. It was only five o'clock and I had another six hours left in my shift before I got to go home and relax until I had to come back to this miserable place.

This was going to be a long summer.