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It was Saturday morning, and Rory awoke at seven. She had tried to stay up late listening to Jerry Lee Lewis and wondering how girls got their hair to resemble a bee hive so that she'd sleep in this morning, but it was to no prevail. Finally at eight, Rory got dressed and walked to the diner for breakfast. She had left a note for her mom, knowing she probably wouldn't wake until twelve.
"Hey little lady, what can I get for you?" A short bald guy asked. He was wearing a white short-sleeved starch t-shirt, black bow tie, black slacks, and a paper hat.
"Haven't decided yet," Rory answered, sitting down on a bar stool.
"Alright, take your time and I'll come back," he said, and walked off to the next customer.
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," Rory sang softly, as she tapped her foot along with the music playing in the diner.
"Alright, I get the message," a voice stated. Rory jumped and once she saw who it was, she turned back to face the counter.
"What do you want?" Rory asked.
"I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Jess Mariano," Jess said, sticking out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Rory said coldly.
"I don't think you meant that," Jess stated, sitting next to her.
"Well aren't we observant," Rory responded.
"Listen, I was just being nice," Jess retorted.
"I'm sorry, how are you this morning?" Rory said, turning to face the youth.
"Okay, I didn't get a smoke because Jake used them all, so I'm a little grouchy," Jess answered.
"I would've never guessed," Rory mumbled, but Jess caught it.
"Okay, hold on now. Why are always so overboard with your emotions towards me? I mean, if you're so embarrassed to be seen with a greaser, why don't you ask me to leave?" Jess asked.
"Because that would be rude," Rory answered.
"Okay, now have you decided yet?" The bald man asked as he approached Rory.
"Yeah, can I just get a coffee?"
"Would you like cream or sugar?"
"Neither, black," Rory answered.
"Coming right up."
"What is it about me you don't like?" Jess asked, still not letting Rory get free from this conversation.
"I thought I had answered that question yesterday," Rory responded.
"Well, then I'll say what I don't like about you. You're an arrogant little girl who's hiding behind the fact that you're new here, so that you don't have to truly get to know people. You put up this facade of superiority, when really you just want to be accepted. Sure your dad died, but big deal! Both of my parents are dead and no one in this town cares at all for me," Jess stated.
Rory just stared at him, holding back tears.
"You know what," she began, "I think I thought of another thing."
"What would that be?"
"I don't like how you always wear that tacky leather jacket," Rory stated as she got up and walked out of the diner.
"HEY! LITTLE LADY! WHAT ABOUT YOUR COFFEE?!" The waiter yelled.
It was Saturday morning, and Rory awoke at seven. She had tried to stay up late listening to Jerry Lee Lewis and wondering how girls got their hair to resemble a bee hive so that she'd sleep in this morning, but it was to no prevail. Finally at eight, Rory got dressed and walked to the diner for breakfast. She had left a note for her mom, knowing she probably wouldn't wake until twelve.
"Hey little lady, what can I get for you?" A short bald guy asked. He was wearing a white short-sleeved starch t-shirt, black bow tie, black slacks, and a paper hat.
"Haven't decided yet," Rory answered, sitting down on a bar stool.
"Alright, take your time and I'll come back," he said, and walked off to the next customer.
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog," Rory sang softly, as she tapped her foot along with the music playing in the diner.
"Alright, I get the message," a voice stated. Rory jumped and once she saw who it was, she turned back to face the counter.
"What do you want?" Rory asked.
"I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Jess Mariano," Jess said, sticking out his hand.
"Nice to meet you," Rory said coldly.
"I don't think you meant that," Jess stated, sitting next to her.
"Well aren't we observant," Rory responded.
"Listen, I was just being nice," Jess retorted.
"I'm sorry, how are you this morning?" Rory said, turning to face the youth.
"Okay, I didn't get a smoke because Jake used them all, so I'm a little grouchy," Jess answered.
"I would've never guessed," Rory mumbled, but Jess caught it.
"Okay, hold on now. Why are always so overboard with your emotions towards me? I mean, if you're so embarrassed to be seen with a greaser, why don't you ask me to leave?" Jess asked.
"Because that would be rude," Rory answered.
"Okay, now have you decided yet?" The bald man asked as he approached Rory.
"Yeah, can I just get a coffee?"
"Would you like cream or sugar?"
"Neither, black," Rory answered.
"Coming right up."
"What is it about me you don't like?" Jess asked, still not letting Rory get free from this conversation.
"I thought I had answered that question yesterday," Rory responded.
"Well, then I'll say what I don't like about you. You're an arrogant little girl who's hiding behind the fact that you're new here, so that you don't have to truly get to know people. You put up this facade of superiority, when really you just want to be accepted. Sure your dad died, but big deal! Both of my parents are dead and no one in this town cares at all for me," Jess stated.
Rory just stared at him, holding back tears.
"You know what," she began, "I think I thought of another thing."
"What would that be?"
"I don't like how you always wear that tacky leather jacket," Rory stated as she got up and walked out of the diner.
"HEY! LITTLE LADY! WHAT ABOUT YOUR COFFEE?!" The waiter yelled.