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I look ridiculous.

My dark, long hair is pulled into a messy braid that I pulled in front of my shoulder, and my white v-neck and jeans are covered by a way too big apron. I reach back to tie the apron tighter around my waist, but the strings won't pull in more. The brown apron falls all the way down to my black, worn out converse.

"Arianna, are you ready?" The older waitress, Ms. Rivers, calls from the other side of the bathroom door.

I take a deep breath, and then leave the bathroom. "Ready."

"Good," She says, as she hands me a small notepad and pen. "So do you remember everything we went over?" I nod, and she continues. "The owner, Mr. Newirts, should be here before we open."

I nod and glance up at the clock. It's eleven forty, which means we only have about twenty minutes until we open. As much as I'm excited about having a new job, I feel bad that I left my mom all alone. Mason went over to Eric's house, so that leaves my mom by herself.

When I first told my mom that I got the job she immediately assumed it was because I wanted to help with the money. Of course, it is the reason, but I wouldn't let her know that. If she knew that I got the job to help her she would have made me turn it down. She does everything for me and Mason, but sometimes she forgets that she needs help. My father left us when Mason and I were five, and we haven't seen him since. Apparently he didn't care at all for us, and he just left my mom to care for us all alone. She needs to realize that she can't do everything on her own. No one can.

"Ms. Rivers?" A deep voice comes from the front door. I turn around to face the sound, and find a middle-aged man walking in. He has short dark hair, and the same russet skin that my family and the majority of the town have. "Ah, you must be the new worker. I'm Mr. Newirts."

I smile as I shake his hand, "Thank you so much for giving me this job, Mr. Newirts. I'm Arianna Winters."

"Welcome to La Push, Ms. Winters." Mr. Newirts tells me, with his voice shaking slightly. He studies my face for a minute, as his jaw drops a little. Maybe he isn't used to having new people moving into La Push. "Are you ready for your first day on the job?"

I nod and raise my notebook in my hand proudly. "Yes sir. Is there anything I need to know before this place opens?"

"At around twelve o' five," Ms. Rivers adds, as he stands next to him. "Be prepared to take a very long order." My confused face must have given her a hint that I had no clue what she meant. "A group of boys will come in and order enough food to feed the entire town. Somehow they always end up eating all of it."

Mr. Newirts laughs, "Everyday at twelve o' five –just like clockwork."

"How old are they?" I ask curiously, as I shake my full across bangs to fall over my eyebrows. My guess is that they are teenagers, since that is exactly how my brother eats.

"The youngest is around fifteen and the oldest is in his late twenties." Mr. Newirts tells me, as he heads to the kitchen.

Great, they get to see me in my very attractive uniform.

"It will be a test of how good of a waitress you are," Ms. Rivers tells me with a wink. She glances up at the clock, "We are officially open."

Mr. Newirts goes up to the window where you can see inside the kitchen, "Earl? Are you getting the food ready?"

"Yep," A large man says as he walks up to the window. "I've got pounds of meat cooking back here."

I smile politely when he glances at me. "Hi, I'm the new waitress."

"Glad to meet you," He tells me, wiping his hands on his apron. "You can call me Earl. Everybody here does."

I stand silently as I watch Earl go back to cooking, Mr. Newirts walking into the back room, and Ms. Rivers makes last minute touches on the tables. I take my notepad and pen, and slide them into the front pockets of my apron. Then, I pick up a napkin dispenser off of a table, and use it as a mirror to try to see if I need to make any last minute changes.

"You're just jealous!" A deep, booming voice startles me, and I drop the napkin dispenser onto the table. "You wish you had abs like me!"

I turn around to see the largest teenagers that I have ever seen. They are huddled in a circle, shoving each other back and forth, as they enter the restaurant. Each of them are probably at least six feet and taller, and they all are equally built.

"Yeah right, man." Another voice yells loudly. "Have you seen mine?"

I watch as they fight for chairs to a table, forcing some to grab extra ones from a different table. Ms. Rivers pats me on the back, and leans down towards my ear. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I mumble, trying to get enough courage to walk over to them. "Here goes nothing."

As I walk up to the table not a single one of the seven guys looks up. Maybe this will be easier than I thought it would be. "Hello, do you know what you want to eat?"

"I'll have four of the cheeseburgers," One of the older looking guys tells me, not looking away from his friends.

One of the youngest looking guys sitting next to him smiles, "That sounds good, Jake." He looks up to me, "I'll have that, too." His eyebrows crease together, "Are you new here?"

"Alright," I tell them as I write their order down on my notepad. "And yeah I am. I just moved here last week."

Jake glances up at me, seeming to notice that I was not Ms. Rivers, their usual waitress. Way to make me feel invisible. The young guy sitting next to Jake extends his arm, "I'm Collin."

"Hey," I tell him, as I awkwardly shake his warm hand across the table. He looks like he might be a year younger than me, but it's hard to tell when they all look almost the same.

Collin smiles politely at me. "This is my cousin, Jacob." Jacob just smiles slightly at me, before returning his gaze to his cell phone. "This is Brady," Collin tells me, motioning to another younger one in the group. "These guys are Quil, Embry, Jared, and Paul." I smile to the four of them, who look like they are the oldest in the group. "And this is Seth." Collin tells me, motioning to a guy who is blocked currently by Quil and Embry.

"Hey," A soft, deep voice calls from behind the older guys. "It's nice to meet—".

As soon as he leans his head out to see me, I find myself staring into the gorgeous pair of eyes I have ever seen. My stomach flips and turns inside out as I get lost in his dark brown eyes. Seth. What a great name. When our eyes connect something inside me clicks, and it's almost like a light was turned on. I don't know how long that we have been staring at each other, but I don't really care. I could stare into his eyes and be blissfully happy.

"I-I'm Seth." The handsome boy mumbles, as he continues to stare at me.

I giggle and bite my bottom lip, "Collin already said that. I'm Arianna."

"Arianna," He repeats softly. When he says my name it's like he puts a whole different meaning behind it, and I can feel my cheeks become red.

The rest of the table groans loudly, and it breaks our eye contact. Suddenly, I feel like I'm pulled back into reality. Was I really just giggling like some love-struck teenager? I've barley even know this guy for two seconds, and he has already caused me to act like that? What in the world is wrong with me?"

The guys at the table shake their heads, and some of them pat Seth on the back excitedly. I stare down at my feet, too embarrassed to look at any of them. I'm too focused on the feeling that is still running throughout my body that I don't even wonder why the guys are acting strangely now.

"Seth," Jacob says sternly. I jerk my head upward to see Seth looking right at me. His eyes focus on mine, and all of the feelings come rushing back. Jacob stands up from the table quickly, "I think we need to head to Sam's house. He needs to see us." Jacob glances down at his cell phone, "Plus, I need to go see Nessie."

Seth doesn't look away from me, and I can feel my cheeks turn even redder.

"Seth," Jacob warns. He places one of his hands on Seth's shoulder, and jerks him away. "We have to go," He tells him with a new edge on his voice that I haven't heard before.

Something inside Seth changes, and he slowly pulls his look away from my eyes.

"Is that an order?" Seth asks sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him. I bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing, but Jake's face is serious. Seth shrugs his shoulders, "I was just kidding."

I watch as one by one they all say goodbye to me, and then leave the restaurant. As Seth is walking out the door, he stops and turns around to face me. I can feel my breath getting caught in my throat as I wonder what he is going to do.

"Will I see you later, Arianna?"

The hopefulness in his deep brown eyes catches me off guard, and I fight to figure out what to say. After a few seconds of not saying anything, I watch as Seth slowly loses the hope. A small frown forms on his face and it makes my heart hurt. I don't want him to be in pain, and especially not from me. But why would he be in pain if I said no? We've only known each other for about three minutes.

"I hope so," I say quickly before I can think about it anymore.

A big, goofy smile appears on his face, and I feel my heart start beating faster. He has the most genuine, happy grin that I have ever seen. For some reason, I find that a big smile is placed on my face. It's almost like I'm smiling because he is happy.

He then turns around and runs out of the restaurant, leaving me with a smile glued to my face and my heart beating fast.