A/N: Hey there! So sorry for the very late update. Anyway, i'm posting Chapter 6 right after I re-type it... so stay tuned! :)) and again I thank all of you for the follows, faves, and reviews. Well. Here's Chapter 5! Enjoy :)

CHAPTER 5: Order Overload

It was a very sunny Monday morning. I put my shades on as soon as I stepped out of my mom's car. I entered the country club and the kind girl at the front desk welcomed me with a smile. I smiled back and walked to the main office to get my 4 remaining uniforms. Today I was wearing the one I got last Friday after I had it washed in the laundry.

"Good Morning Ma'am," I greeted as I entered the office. A different lady was sitting behind the desk. She was more serious compared to the other one I've met last Friday. It was creepy that she resembled my 5th grade Math teacher. I removed my shades and asked for what I needed. It took a moment before she gave it to me.

I went to my locker and deposited my stuff there. I took only my phone.

I headed to my assigned post which is the snackbar. Claire was not yet there so I guess I've arrived a bit early… The snackbar wasn't actually opened yet so I just sat there, turned on my phone, and played Temple Run 2.

I almost reached my high score when a girl's voice startled me.

"Hello there."

I looked up, putting down my phone in surprise, expecting to see Claire or any of her other friends. But no – facing me were two girls. One of them had long, straight brown hair. The other wore shades and had blonde wavy hair.

Heather Hills.

I tucked my phone in my pocket, "Um, hi."

"Two smoothies," she ordered while texting. Her aura was like that of a typical popular mean girl.

"Right away Ma'am," I stood and walked to the smoothie machine. "What flavor?"

"Chocolate and Strawberry."

It took me a minute or two to finish making both smoothies. I placed them on the counter, "One chocolate and one strawberry smoothie."

Her friend took the chocolate smoothie while she took the strawberry. She removed her shades and narrowed her eyes on me, "I haven't seen you around before? You new here?"

"Yes. We moved last week."

"Mhm. Which high school are you going to?"

"I don't know. Plainview High, I guess?"

"Incoming Junior?"

"Yeah."

"Great." She turned to her friend and said, "Madison, give her two."

Madison opened her bag, pulled out two envelopes, and placed them on the counter. I was about to take them when Heather grabbed one and raised it for me to see.

"This is an invitation to my Sweet Sixteen party." Her tone was sort of threatening, like I'll be dead if I don't attend. She placed it back on the counter. "Give the other one to your friend," then she flashed a mean girl smile before putting back her shades, and walking away with Madison.

"Oh. By the way," she went back to the counter, "my name is Heather Hills." With that, she marched off like a diva.

"What was that all about?"

I turned to my right where Claire was entering the snackbar.

"This," I handed one envelope to her and she started opening it.

"An invitation to Heather's Sweet Sixteen?! No way."

I read mine too and nodded, "Way."

"Are you girls going?"

I turned and saw Anne leaning on the counter holding an envelope in her hand. Olivia and Mae were walking behind her, flashing the invitations they've also received.

Claire turned all hyper again. "Only if you all are!"

Mae leaned in closer to the counter, "I dunno girls. I mean, we all know Heather. She's keeping up her popular image."

"I suggest… we all go as a group. Let's bond that night. All five of us." Olivia eyed each of us, a smile forming on her face, "Deal?"

"Deal!" Claire raised her hand.

"I'm in," said Anne.

"Hmm, okay. Let's keep it positive that night," Mae agreed.

I was just silently nodding at all of them. Next thing I knew they were all looking at me.

"Oh, uh, alright. I'll go with ya," I smiled.

"Yay! I'm so excited!" Claire clapped her hands.

"Okay. Next thing to worry about," Olivia said. "The invitation said our attire should be 'semi-formal'. Which means… We need dresses."

"Girls, we've got some shopping to do," Anne gave a big smile.

"Where? When? Let's shop together!" the excited Claire said.

"Mall. Saturday at 11. Let's meet at the main entrance," Anne said quickly. Looks like she's an expert in shopping.

"The date's set then. Now I've got to go back to my post before guests come," Olivia then faced Anne and motioned for her to come with her.

"Bye!" they both said, walking off together.

"See ya!" Mae waved at us and headed to the golf course.

There were more orders today compared to the last time I'd been here. Claire and I barely had time to chat about stuff. Why? Because only one employee guy delivering food was present so we had to prepare the food then bring it to the guests ourselves.

"Two smoothies, 3 hot dog sandwiches, french fries, and nachos," an employee guy said, handing us a piece of paper where the order was written.

"Oh gosh. People eat a lot," I muttered, reading what's written on the paper.

"Ya think?" Claire laughed as she started with the hot dog sandwiches.

I can't help but laugh as well while I started making the smoothies.

After around three minutes, the employee guy came back and took the order we prepared.

Moments later, the employee guy came back with two more pieces of paper, "Boss is calling me. You girls will bring this to the customers. There's a number written there." Then he hurriedly ran to the office.

Claire took the order sheets from the counter. "Number 43: Two extra thick vanilla shakes and 3 tuna sandwiches. Number 28: Two hotdog sandwiches and nachos," she sighed.

I took the paper numbered 43. "My second day and loads of work already. Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh I've been here last summer. And this day has the most orders so far," she nodded her head in agreement.

I started making the sandwiches while Claire rushed to help me. "No, I'll handle 43. You handle 28," I smiled.

"Sure!" Claire started to put nachos on a container.

Once I finished making the sandwiches, I placed them in the oven to be heated. Then I started working on these two extra thick vanilla shakes.

Claire just finished preparing the nachos and hotdog sandwiches. She grabbed a tray, placed the food there, and went off to deliver the order to the customer.

I settled the two glasses of vanilla shake on the round tray. I ran to the oven to get the sandwiches. Good thing they didn't burn up. I added finishing touches before placing them on the tray as well.

I walked out of the snackbar and started looking for number 43. I got the order sheet on one hand and the tray on the other. I'm no good in balancing a tray with one hand… especially a tray with so much food placed on it.

I reached the area near the pool. "Number 43… Where are you?" I muttered to myself. I kept walking, looking for the number and looking back on the paper.

I was rechecking the number on the paper when I bumped into someone and a glass of vanilla shake and two plates of tuna sandwiches spilled over.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to! I-" I saw a hand holding the number 43 while I tried to wipe off the shake all over the person's chest.

"Will you watch where you're going?!"

I looked up. A shirtless guy with messy black hair was towering over me, his hazel brown eyes full of anger.