Allen's POV

I woke up at 5:45 A.M, finished dressing and stuff at 6:00, I finished eating breakfast at 6:10, and went out in 6:20 after feeding Timcampy. Walking to the park takes about 12 minutes, so I was there at 6: 32. I read there for about an hour, plus with a bit of interference was involved so it was 7: 45. Walking to Starbucks would take 15 minutes, when I arrive there it would be 8: 00 A.M exactly.

"Oh Nella! You're here!" Jerry shrieked for joy as I opened the door.

Jerry is my boss in Starbucks, he is also the lunch guy who makes school lunch in my school. Jerry and I became friends ever since I was in 6th grade. After persuading him that I desperately needed a job due to master's debts, he cried out and let me in. He calls me Nella since he thinks Allen is not a good name for a girl and that it's also Allen spelled backwards.

What I love about Jerry is that his heart is pure gold, he saw aside from my appearance. Although he can be embarrassing, saying that I'm a cute little munchkin. Gah, that sucks!

"Yo Jerry," I replied back, "I'm just going to change into my worker's shirt,"

"Okay honey!"

Have I ever mention how gay he can be? That's what makes him so lovable.

I parted from the Indian man while entering the girl's restroom. After changing, I headed off to my workstation.

"Hey Miranda," I greeted to the frail German woman.

"Oh, why hello Nella!" she smiled.

Miranda tends to be… a bit… nervous I should say. Whenever she does, like a small accident, she takes it as a big deal! She calls me Nella too since she thinks it's cute. Jerry assigned her to make bakery food since she tends to accidentally spill coffee all over the customer's shirt and commit suicide.

Like Jerry, her heart is gold!

I worked there for at least 30 minutes. I worked as the cashier there, I tried to persuade to Jerry that it was a bad idea since I have white hair and a freaky scar, but he says that this might be good practice of becoming for social with other people. Curse Jerry and his gay personality…

What I hate most about being cashier is taking orders from sluts, after saying 'May I take your order' they would usually sneer at me and call me names before ordering, gosh I hate sluts!

And look what the rat brought in…

"Ashley," I mumbled as the blond Barbie doll waltzed in with her other slutty friends.

"Freak," she retorted.

Ashley was one of the sluts in school who would usually pick on me. I don't know why but she just does. Every Saturday she would come in Starbucks with her brainless pals and just come out with her stupid comments. I don't even think that she comes here just for coffee!

"Making guys go all gah gah all over you I see," I said.

I observe that she was wearing make up, perfume, hairpins, and some new fashion designers.

"Well I can't help but stay pretty, unlike you of course,"

"What do you want now?" I sighed.

"Hmm, probably for you to get a life?" she answered, her friends just laughed.

"No slut, I meant by coffee,"

"Fine, I'll have a mocha, medium sized."

After a while, I retrieved her coffee.

"That'll be $3.10," I muttered.

After she paid, I felt something hot and wet dumped all over my head.

"Thanks again loser," Ashley sneered.

That's when I snapped. What kept me from beating her sorry arse were all the male workers.

"Allen, please control your anger!" pleaded Crowley.

He gripped onto my legs.

"You're just lucky that you're not a guy! Otherwise I would have beaten you up into pulp and skewer your arse!" I yelled.

The Barbie dolls just snickered and left. Have I told you that this almost happens every Saturday? It makes me wonder how come my hair doesn't turn brown.

"Nella, again?" asked a surprised Jerry.

"I hate sluts," I murmured.

All the guys let me go, Jerry handed me an extra shirt for me to change into.

Well at least everyone who works in Starbucks doesn't hate me much, they just think my temper can be annoying, yet funny. And the only good thing about Saturdays is that our customers see my fight with Ashley better than cable, so we get more and more customers. Meaning more and more money!

Later, after working for a couple more minutes, Daisya, Jasdebi, and Rhode entered.

Daisya was wearing his usual clothing, his favorite soccer jersey and a pair of jeans, or shorts.

Jasdebi wore their punk/emo/goth clothes. And Rhode wore her princess/punk/goth clothes. What I usually wore was very simple, yep, we're all a combination all right.

"Hi Allen!" said Rhode, she glomped me.

She then sniffed my hair and said, "You smell like coffee again."

"Let me guess, it's Ashley," said Daisya.

I nodded.

"Man, I hate her! She made fun of my hat!" he muttered.

"Yo tomboy, working again I see," sneered Debitto.

Debitto is my least favorite friend, he makes fun of me and annoys me so. I admit that he's quite attractive unlike his twin, but due to his attire, he might not reach popularity.

"Shove it Debitto, unless you know what's good for you," I growled.

"Aw, is the little white haired freak upset because she got poured coffee all over her AGAIN?"

"Hee hee! Again!" Jasdero joined in.

I hate them.

"You guys are just lucky that I'm a Christian, killing is not allowed since it's a sin,"

"Oh darn, the virgin is not allow to kill!" snickered the twins.

"I'll talk to you guys just a minute, I have a customer," I said.

After taking care of the customer, I walked back to my friends.

"So Allen, what'd you do before work?" asked Daisya, looking at me curiously.

"Erm, I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, fed Timcampy, walked to the park, read a bit, and headed off to here," I listed.

"Soooo, you didn't meet someone?" asked Daisya.

"Actually I did, how did you know?" I raised a brow in suspicion.

"Wait, you met someone? Ooh, our little tomboy has grown up!" giggled Rhode, "So what does he look like?"

"Umm, he has red hair, a bandana, eye patch, and looks like he's a few years older than me,"

Everyone besides Daisya looks at me with a shocked expression.

"W-what?" I asked wiry.

"Y-you m-met Lavi?" asked Debitto.

I made contact with my fist to my palm.

"Yeah, that was his name, I guess he's a student in our school," I replied while looking up.

"Not JUST any student! He's the most hottest and popular guy in school! Well besides Kanda of course!" shouted Rhode, have I ever mention that she can be a bit fangirlish?

"Okay…" I trailed off.

"Wait don't tell me that you didn't know!"

"Umm…"

"You didn't!"

"Okay, so I didn't what's the big deal?"

"Like I said! He's major popular!"

I sighed, how in the world did I made friends with a fangirl?

"Well, anyway," interrupted Daisya, "did you tell him your name?"

"Yeah I did,"

"WHAT!"

"W-what's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

"Yes you did! I made a bet with Lavi that if you refuse to tell him your name, he has to stand onto the table that he usually eats in lunch and shout out that he's in love with Yuu Kanda!"

"WHAT!" Jasdebi, Rhode, and I shouted.

Okay, that was definitely something that I wanted to see.

"Nice going tomboy," muttered Debitto.

"Yeah, nice going!" Jasdero joined in.

"Well how in the world was I suppose to know? Anyway, what happens if you lost the bet?" I added.

"* sigh* I have to buy him lunch for a month," Daisya answered.

I sighed along.

"But you know what, " he added, "it's weird though, last time he came up to me and asked me about you,"

"Huh?"

"Yeah,"

"But why would he want to know about…me?"

"Maybe he has fallen in love with you?" Rhode suggested.

A few pauses later…

We then started roaring with laughter, yeah right! A guy falls in love with me! And I'm the queen of England and the planet Mars!

"Hah! As if that could happen!" Debitto snorted.

Jasdero clutched his stomach and was rolling on the ground. I wiped a tear away.

"Yeah, yeah, I have to go back to work guys, later." I said.

Everyone else said their good byes and exited the door.

I looked up at the ceiling a sighed, of course there was no way someone can fall in love with me, I'm a freak.