(Puck's POV)
"Noah! Wake. Up. Now." a voice sounded throughout my room. I didn't know why, but somehow I sympathize with whoever was trying to wake me up. I was being turned around here and there. Over and over again. And whoever it was, the person sounded quite tired. Probably exhausted.
"5 more minutes." I mumbled.
"Oh no you don't! You're gonna be late on your first day of work if you continue being like this! Please spare me the agony and wake up!"
Fine fine. I'm up. I'm up. I thought to myself hauling my ass out of bed and into the bathroom. Washing up and changing took a matter of minutes. When I came out, a amusing sight greeted me. Yevon snoozing off on my bed.
"What happened to "you're going to be late for work"? My dearest god-brother" I said in the best sweetly sick voice that I could manage.
"That is disturbing. Anyway, breakfasts is ready. Hurry up, we will be late if you carry on like this." he said getting out of bed. His spiky red hair always manages to stand out somehow,
I remember the times when Yevon would come over during the holidays and we would play from morning to night. Yevon amazingly got me a job at the same hotel where in was working as a dessert chef. Yevon no doubt will never ever be a chef of main courses, but being able to prepare something edible is already more then enough for him. How Yevon managed to bribe his way in was a mystery, but even so how he managed to get me the job of being a fucking waiter was even more a mystery that was worth my time of investigating.
While munching on the cakes that Yevon has prepared breakfasts, he started to remind me of my manners.
"No crude languages, no fighting, no sarcastic remarks, no shouting, no losing of temper..." on and on he went.
"You sound like my mother." I said with my mouth full.
"I'm am after all, put in charged to look after you and everything. Not only that I'm your older brother."
I always liked it when he said he was my brother, I might be deprived of the feeling of a proper family feeling. But having Yevon, was better then having the people I call family. The feeling when I'm with Yevon, beats every family feeling one can get, hands down.
And so, we finally got into his car, he didn't want me driving, knowing that if I was the one driving, its going to get us into trouble due toy reckless speeding. Yevon speeded through the traffic in a very gentleman way, I should add. And in 10 minutes flat, we managed to reach the hotel, and I never expect myself to actually be a waiter in such a top class restaurant. What would the people down town think of me now. shouldn't I be the one eating here? Yevon sure knows how to work even though we don't have to.
Yevon pushed me into the changing room, and I was about to snap at him when a man in the room cleared his throat.
"About time you arrived. You must be Mister Puckerman. I'm Dean Thomas. Mister Thomas to you. I've been put in charge to train you and another waitress that will also be coming in today. Off you go now. I will be seeing you outside now. Please change into your attire before coming out" he said before walking out.
Cocky much, I thought to myself, grabbing the uniform that would most certainly be an insult to my other more fashionable clothes. Yevon must be in the kitchen right now, I wondered while taking off my clothes and pulling on the white dress shirt and black dress pants. I guess I would sneak in during my break. Pulling on the black bow, and readjusting it, I took the black vest in one hand with all my other clothes in another, before throwing my own clothes into the locker.
I walked into the ballroom, pulling in my vest and touching my Mohawk here and there. And I saw "Mister" Thomas talking to a girl with platinum hair. With streaks of red, black and purple highlights. Who in their right mind would want to hire someone with such a hair do. If she wasn't wearing a skirt, I would have thought she was a guy with her spiked hair and uneven hair on different sides.
"Noah Puckerman, this is Mason Jefferson and like you, today would be her first day of work." Thomas said.
I would have sworn for a moment that she smiled at me. God she was beautiful in a very weird way. I had no idea why but the next thing I noticed was that her small smile drooped into a frown.
"Wait a minute. I know you!" I exclaimed and quite a number of people turned around to stare at the three of us.
"My sentiments exactly." she said in a calmed voice.
"You're the girl who was messing around with me at the bar before!" I accused.
"Please. Messing around is the wrong term to use, I must say. More like you got owned by me." she snickered.
And before I could retort her Thomas cut me, and I lost my train of thoughts. Screw him.
"Please. If you may, settle this outside of working hours. Its time to learn the basics before one of you mess around and spoil our reputation. Miss Jefferson, if you may, please show Mister Puckerman and I how you would serve the customers."
Everything she did was precise. From serving food to attending to their whatever needs. Like a perfect model server. I bet my hair she had such experience. My working life isn't going to be all dandy and fine now, with her working under the same company as me and not to mention under the same crew. I knew that this mornings bad feeling wasn't a good sign. But I never expected it to be such a horrible sign. I took notice of her left hand. It was tattooed with her family name. A rebel I presumed. What a bitch. And as if she managed to read what was going through my mind, she cocked her eyebrows and smirked at me before saying
"And so, what if i am one?" FUCK. Is she a mind reader? Did she hear me? Or did i say that out loud. This is so not happening. It can't be, right? Is she like that stupid vampire that could read minds? What was his name or the show's name, I could not be bothered to remember. But it did shock me big time, what she said. I couldn't believe my ears.
"Nothing. Just stop screwing around with me." I said as I gritted my teeth. And with that Mister Thomas had to just break us apart, for fear that we would cause a scene and also spoil the "oh so great" reputation of the hotel. Just my fucking luck. Its going to be one hell of a fucking long day.
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