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CHAPTER 8: When Trays Fly

It's been more than a month since we moved here in Plainview… I've been adjusting well… although I still miss Gail, Andrea, and Joy. We still keep in touch through text and facebook.

Anyway, I'm still glad to be welcomed by new friends in this neighborhood. At least I already know some people before school starts.

However, one thing has been bugging me since that day when we went to the mall. Why did Anne and Rodrick look at each other like that? And why didn't she answer me when we were in the car? Yeah I know it was stupid of me to just ask… but I couldn't help it! Hey don't get me wrong okay? I don't like Rodrick or anything. It's just natural for me to be curious since I'm the new girl around.

I saw Claire skipping back to the snackbar, carrying an empty tray. "What's up?" she asked me as she went inside the snackbar.

"N-nothing… I just realized that we've been living here for more than a month already," I smiled.

The employee guy gave us another set of orders to work on. Apparently, the other employee guy resigned. Since then, we had to help this dude deliver the food to the customers.

"Well, happy one month of living here! To April!" Claire exclaimed, raising an empty glass. "Cheers!"

I also raised an empty glass, "Cheers." We pretended to drink and then we laughed. "Okay let's work on this before employee dude comes back."

So we prepared the two ham and egg sandwiches, fries, and two glasses of iced tea. We placed them on the counter.

"Claire, do you mind if I ask a question?" I said.

"No, not at all."

"Okay. What's with Rodrick and –"

"What's with who?" a guy's voice startled us.

A shirtless Rodrick was leaning on the counter, getting some fries from the order we prepared.

I slapped his hand, "What are you doing?! That's not yours!"

"I know," he answered carelessly while chewing.

Claire sighed, "Rodrick would you please –"

"Please what? I'm here to order. Am I banned from the snackbar?"

I glared at him, "What do you want?"

As expected, he ordered a bunch of stuff and we had no choice but to serve the food he wants.

We placed everything on the counter, which occupied at least 2 trays.

"I can't carry that all by myself!" he complained.

I chuckled, "Act like a man, Heffley."

He just calmed down and smiled evilly at us, "I thought you should be serving guests like me. I'll tell your manager that you're not doing your job."

The employee guy came and left us another order sheet.

Claire volunteered, "I'll carry it –"

"Nah… let Prescott carry it," Rodrick interrupted.

"Don't worry, Claire. You work on that order," I replied with a glare.

I stepped out of the snackbar. Rodrick took one tray while I took the other, and we started walking back to his poolside chair.

"You know I'm not good with balancing a tray," I told him while watching my steps carefully.

"I know right."

We placed his orders on the small table beside his chair. I started to head back to the snackbar when Rodrick called out, "Hey! You forgot the tray!"

I turned back and saw a round flying tray which was about to hit my face. I immediately raised the tray I was holding to block the flying one.

"What was that for?!" I yelled at him.

He laughed hysterically and walked towards me while I picked up the tray he threw at me.

I stood up, "This isn't funny."

"Yeah it is!"

I was so angry that I pushed him to the swimming pool but he pulled me so both of us were thrown into the water.

Yep. Epic fail on my part.

I swam to the surface, breathing heavily. I found my way back up and got myself out of the pool.

With a death glare, I said to Rodrick, "I despise you so much!"

He allowed himself to float on the water, "What does despise mean?"

I rolled my eyes, "It means I hate you, genius."

"Well I hate you more! Ha!" he seemed so proud with his reply as he climbed back to the poolside ground.

I literally shouted, "I hate you most!"

He stood up and yelled even louder, "I hate you most-er!"

I stared at him, wide-eyed, fighting back laughter despite what just happened, "There's no such thing as most-er you moron." I shook my head and ran back to the snackbar.

Claire became frantic as soon as she saw me, "You got yourself dripping wet again! What happened?!"

"Well, I pushed Rodrick to the pool but he pulled me so we both got thrown in," I shrugged.

"I'm confused. Are you angry or are you okay with it?" Claire raised her eyebrow as she read my blank expression.

And then I lost it and laughed out loud. It took me a few seconds to catch myself, "I'm, I'm mad but," I laughed again, "You didn't tell me Rodrick was a genius!"

"What? He's not a –"

"No, no. I was being sarcastic. Did you hear our loud conversation?"

"I heard the yelling and the shouting… but I wasn't able to make out the words," Claire said, still confused.

"He didn't know what despise meant and he even said 'I hate you most-er'."

We both laughed for a while. Then Claire stopped and said, "Well, get yourself changed before closing time."

"Okay," I stepped out of the snackbar. "Oh and Claire?"

"Yes?" she said while cleaning the counter with a rag.

"I'd like to clarify that this doesn't change the fact that I hate him, okay?"

"Whatever you say…"

I glared at her for that.

"Okay, okay!" she raised her hands in an 'I surrender' position.

I walked back to the locker room and got changed as quickly as I could.

A/N: So that's it! Thanks for reading... Next chapter is Heather's sweet sixteen party. Don't forget to leave a review for this chapter! Thank you! :))