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I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My blonde hair was tied into a mini ponytail. There was a mini piece of blue hair that no bobby pin could seem to keep in place so I just left it. Sue Clearwater had her son Seth drop off my uniform, which was just a simple black t-shirt with the name Clearwater Diner on the back. It was written in a simple blue loopy font with a few waves framing it along the bottom. I threw on a pair of jean shorts and my favorite black Vans sneakers before hurrying down the stairs.
It was Monday so Charlie and Bella had already left for work. My first shift at Sue's diner started at ten so I still had half an hour to get to La Push. I had already talked to Charlie about methods of transportation since I was the only one in the house who didn't have a car. He talked to a few people around town and was able to borrow a dark blue 2003 Jeep Wrangler from his coworker Benny Ramirez. I had been ecstatic at the thought of having my own car, at least temporarily. I would no longer have to wait around for a ride from Charlie or Bella. I stopped at the kitchen and grabbed an apple to eat on the way there before hurrying out the front door.
I made sure to lock up the house and putting the spare key back in its hiding place under a leafy plant before climbing into my car. Pulling out of the driveway, I turned on the radio, turning the volume knob so that the music was blasting as I drove through Forks. A few heads turned to look in my direction but I ignored it as I sang along to "Makes Me Wonder" by Maroon 5. It was such an easy drive from Charlie's house to La Push. All I had to do once I got past Forks was get onto the highway, getting off of the first exit and the rest of the ride was all on back roads.
I turned the radio off once I got through the back roads and the forest cleared to show houses dotted every few miles on either side of the road. It wasn't raining so I turned off the A/C and rolled down the windows. It was probably a bad idea because the wind pulled my hair out of my ponytail and whipped my hair around my face. My hair was going to be a knotted mess once I got to the diner.
The more I kept driving, the more the trees thinned and houses began popping out along the road. The diner turned out to be a lot easier to find than I first thought. It was less than half a mile from the beach, plus it was the only diner in all of La Push, at least from what I could tell. I pulled into the parking lot of the small diner, putting the car into park and pulling the key out of the ignition. I was right about my hair being a mess. I ran my fingers through the knots as best as I could as I walked inside. The diner was a lot bigger on the inside with black and white checkered floor; there were at least six white-topped tables with red cushion chairs and four booth tables that ran along the furthest wall. There were also stainless doors that led into the kitchen area and right next to it was a counter with a register and stacks of menus and napkins that all had the same logo as the back of my shirt.
It smelled amazing.
Like fresh pancakes and maple syrup. There were only a few families seated at tables so far, looking at menus or eating. A young girl, who looked to be about my age, with her dark hair tied into a messy bun that rested on top of her head, was taking a family's order. She turned her head to see me staring at her and offered a small smile.
"Hey," A female voice said from behind me, "You must be Lucy O'Neill. I'm Sue Clearwater."
I turned towards the stainless steel doors to see a woman coming from the kitchen, one of the doors swinging behind her so I caught a glimpse of someone working at a stove. She looked to be in her early forties with the same russet skin as the Quileutes and long beautiful raven black hair that she had tied in a French braid. She smiled at me, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
I grinned back at her. "Yeah, that's me. Hi. It's so nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too," Sue's smiled widened, "I know it's only your first day but are you ready to work?"
"Of course."
"Good. You can follow me."
We walked into the kitchen, which was full of people talking to one another, working on the stoves either making eggs or flipping pancakes in mid air. Sue led me to the very back of the kitchen where there were piles of utensils and napkins placed on a table.
"You'll start with wrapping utensils for the tables," Sue told me, "You'll probably be taking orders later on if we get busy if that's alright. If you need any help, you can talk to Grace."
"Who's Grace?"
Sue motioned to the girl with the messy bun who was walking back into the kitchen, who looked up at the sound of Sue's voice. She grinned when she saw me, joining the two of us at the table. The girl frowned when she saw the pile of utensils on the table.
"Oh Sue, you're making the poor girl do the utensils on her first day?"
"I am," Sue smirked, "Or do you want to do it?"
The girl's eyes widened a little bit, "I'm good. I need to give George this order anyway."
Sue laughed while the girl walked away only to stop after a few steps, spinning around to face me, "Sorry. I completely forgot to ask you what your name is."
I smiled at her. "Lucy."
"Well it's nice to meet you. My name is Grace," She grinned as she walked to the front of the kitchen and hand a man wearing a white apron a little slip of pink paper. Grace waved at me before heading through the door back to the front of the diner. Sue showed me how to fold the utensils in the napkins. It was just placing the fork and knife in the middle, rolling it, folding the corners inside before finishing the roll.
I got the hang out of it after a couple tries so Sue left to go help the cook, whose name was George, work on the orders. I focused on folding the utensils. Granted it was really boring but I wanted to help in any way I could. I was halfway finished when Grace came back. She pouted.
"You should have left me some more," She told me. She grabbed a napkin from the pile and a pair of utensils, "I feel bad for making you do them all."
"It's not a problem," I answered, shrugging my shoulders, "I used to help out at the diner my friend Rory worked at back home when they were short staffed. I would sort utensils, sweep the floor and occasionally take orders when they really needed me."
"Really? Where at you from?"
"California."
"Ah, the Golden State," Grace giggled as she folded another pair of utensils, "That would explain why you're so tan. How do you like it here so far?"
"It's nice," I said meekly and she burst out laughing.
"You can be honest, Lucy," She giggled, "I've lived on this reservation my entire life and I hate it. It's always raining and when it's not raining it looks like it's going to rain. The only good thing are the hot guys who like to walk around the rez with their shirts off."
"Hot guys?"
Grace nodded. "Oh yeah. They're all super sexy and they come in here all the time. They can't get enough of Sue's cooking so you'll probably meet them during the lunch rush."
And meet them I did.
As soon as Grace and I finished the rest of the utensils, a swarm of people came into the diner. It was mostly groups of teenagers wearing bath suits and flip-flops. Grace handed me a pad from on top of a shelf and grinned at me.
"Good luck," She whispered before leading a group of girls to a table. I looked for a pen to write when I heard someone else open the door.
"I'll be right with you," I said.
Why couldn't I find a freaking pen?
"Lucy?"
I froze. I knew that voice. I looked up to see Jacob grinning at me,
"Jacob," I looked at him with wide eyes, "What are you doing here?"
His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Uh I live here on the rez, Luce."
"Oh."
"Yeah," He chuckled as two more guys walked into the diner. Both of them were just as tall as Jacob and had about the same amount of muscle. All three boys were wearing tight fitted t-shirts and swim trunks that hung loosely on their hips. I tried not to let my eyes linger there for too long but Grace nudged me, smirking, as she walked past. One of the boys grinned at me. He was an inch or so shorter than Jacob with spiky black hair and a toothy grin. His eyes were dark gray, on the verge of being black.
"Is this the girl that you've been telling us about, Jake," He asked, smirking at the two of us while my face turned bright red.
He had been talking to his friends about me?
"Ignore him," The second friend muttered, smiling softly at me. He was the smallest of the three of them but he had the most muscle. His black hair was longer, almost reaching his shoulders and his eyes were even darker the Jacob's, "I'm Quil and the annoying one is Embry."
"I am not annoying!"
"It's nice to meet you too," I laughed while Embry glared at Quil, "I am sure you guys are hungry so let me get you a table."
The three guys eagerly nodded their heads. I grabbed some menus and led them to a table that was two tables down from the table of girls Grace had seated earlier. Some of the girls gasped as the boys took their seats and I saw them start whispering to each other out of the corner of my eye.
"So have you been enjoying your job so far," Jacob asked, smiling at me. It took me a moment to think of an answer. I didn't want his friends to think I was some dumb blonde but whenever he smiled at me, I felt lighter and my stomach was full of butterflies.
I shrugged. "It's been good so far.
"And you still want to hang out after you get off work, right?"
He was looking at me with so much hope in his eyes that I could not possibly say no. Not that I ever would anyway. I had been working forward to this day since Saturday.
"Of course. You won the bet remember?" I teased. My smile grew a little bit wider when he chuckled.
"Exactly," He laughed, "And you wouldn't go back on your word."
"Not a chance. Now are you guys ready to order?"
The three of them nodded their heads. I hadn't even seen them glance at the menu.
"I'll have a double cheeseburger, a three cheese omelet and a basket of chili fries with a Dr. Pepper," Quil said, grinning at me as I wrote his order on my pad as quickly as I could.
"I'll have a mushroom swiss burger with chili fries some spicy jalapeno jack cheese sticks with a Coke," Embry said right after Quil.
"I'll have the same thing as Embry," Jacob grinned, handing me the menus.
"Wow, that's a lot of food."
"Are you calling me fat," Quil said in a fake girly voice. I covered my mouth in a horrible attempt to control my laughter since I could feel the group of girls glaring in my direction.
"Your orders will be out soon," I giggled before walking towards the kitchen to give the order to George.
"Excuse me, waitress?" Someone asked, making me stop. It was one of the girls from the table. She looked Quileute although her curled hair was more brown than black, her skin was lighter and her eyes were caramel brown. There were two girls sitting on either side of her with the same black hair and russet skin. The only similar thing about the five of them was that they were all wearing bikini tops and shorts.
"Yes?"
The girl smiled. "Hi, my name is Heather and I was just wondering how do you know Jacob Black?"
My eyebrows scrunched together as the five girls looked at me. "Excuse me?"
"How do you know Jacob," Heather asked again but this time there was less patience in her voice as she gave me an annoyed look.
"Um…" I mumbled, "He's a family friend."
"So you two aren't dating," One of the other girls asked.
My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Why do you care?"
"Because," Heather snapped, "I care. I don't like the fact that you're flirting with Jacob. You'd be better off if you just learned your place, pale face. He is mine."
"You're talking about him like he's a piece of property," I snapped back, "In case you haven't notice, Jacob is an actually person."
"I was just trying to be nice and give you a fair warning. It would not be a good idea to cross me."
"That was you being nice," I asked, "It looks like you are going to need to work on that a little bit more. Now if you'll excuse me I have to get back to work."
Heather gaped at me while I walked back to the kitchen. I gave George the order before going back out front. I waited a few more tables all while Heather and her friends glared at me.
I had never liked the popular girls back when I lived in California. I was never one of them and I never tried to be one of them. Popular girls always seemed fake to me, turning one each other as soon as they could if it would help raise their social standing.
George called my name once the guys' food was ready. I was loading all of the plates onto a tray.
"You want some help," Grace asked.
I shook my head, placing the tray carefully on my shoulder to carry out. "Nope, I got it. Thanks though."
Grace held the door open for me. The three boys perked up once they saw me coming with their food. I was only a few feet away when something tugged on my foot, making the tray and my body fall backward. Shattered glass and food were everywhere, on the floor and covering me from head to toe.
"Lucy," Jacob yelled as he jumped up from his seat and hurried to my side.
"I told you not to cross me, bitch," Heather laughed. I sat up brushing some of the food off of my lap and picked a chili fry out of my hair.
Ew. Disgusting.
"Lucy, are you okay," Grace asked, kneeling down next to me. She glared at Heather and her friends who all tried to control their laughter.
"I'm fine," I muttered, trying to get up from the ground only to slip again. Jacob and Grace helped me to my feet, brushing food off of my apron and shirt. Jacob's arms wrapped around my waist protectively. I let him led me out of the diner but Heather and her friends laughter still echoed in my ears.
So Lucy's first day of work was pretty eventful. The next chapter is going to be Jake and Lucy time so that is something to look forward too :D I hope y'all liked this chapter :) Grace and Heather are the OCs that I talked about earlier. You are going to see a lot more of them :)) I will update as soon as I can. Don't forget to leave a review :D
Love you all,
Owly