I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
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Alex's P.O.V.
"Thanks A," Julie says as I set a plate of apple pie with whipped cream in front of her. It's currently three o'clock and I just started my shift at the diner. Julie immediately digs into the pie and I start wiping down counters. Thankfully my mom taught me at an early age to use detail when doing everything. So as I wipe the counters down, I move things out of the way and then put them back. After that I help out two more families and sweep and mop the floors. And somehow Julie and I get in a heated game of 'would you rather'.
"Would you rather live in a world where every time you die, you come back to life; or live in a world where you could never die?" she asks me as I give the change back to a paying customer. I think about that for a second.
"I would live in a world where I never die, that way I don't have to worry about anybody trying to murder me," I tell her. She's about to give me another one when the doors open, letting in the cool spring air. I look over to the doors and freeze. Jared and Justin along with a couple of their friends walk in and sit down at a nearby table. Julie, noticing my glance, looks over her shoulder. When she sees who it is, she rolls her eyes and turns back to me.
"Here comes Brady Fuller. Why was he staring at you at lunch today?" she asks me. I frown as I hadn't known that she had noticed that Brady and I had a stare off at lunch today. I shrug.
"I honestly don't know," I tell her. At that moment a young waitress named Daniella comes from the back of the diner. She looks really pissed off, and she throws her apron to the ground as Bert, the manager of this place, chases after. Trouble in the work force. I share a look with my best friend. That's when Mr. Sanchez, a regular here, walks in. Mr. Sanchez is an older man, in his sixties, who is heavy set around the middle; his wife, Mary, died a decade ago of cancer. He now spends his days knitting sweaters for his seven grandchildren. As soon as he walks through the doors, Mr. Sanchez looks around the room for me. He does it every time because he will not let anybody but me serve him. He thinks that all of the other waiters and waitresses are not to be trusted due to the one time he got food poisoning when I had to call out sick. And if I'm not working when he comes to the diner, he'll walk back out and leave. When he spots me, he smiles.
"Hey Alex," he calls out. This, of course, brings Brady's attention to me. His brown eyes burn holes into my face. I force a smile onto my face and keep my eyes on my favorite customer.
"Hey Mr. Sanchez, the usual?" I ask him. His usual is a slice of chocolate cake with a cup of black coffee.
"Yep!" He sits down at his usual booth. And that's when Bert comes back in with a pained look on his face. And as he walks back to his office, he looks at me.
"I'm gonna need you to take over Daniella's tables, Alex. At least until we get a replacement," he tells me. I groan. Jared and his friends sit at one of Daniella's tables. But before I can protest, Bert is nowhere to be seen. I sigh as I start to carry Mr. Sanchez's food to him.
"I'll be right with you guys," I tell my brothers. After I give Mr. S his food, I go over to Jared's table and take out a pad of paper and a pen.
"What can I get you guys to drink?" It takes them a couple of minutes, but when they finally notice me, Jared looks up.
"Um, two waters, three Cokes, and an iced tea," he says. I write that down and go to get the drinks. When I get to the counter, Julie stands up and slaps down a five-dollar bill.
"I have to get going, I have a lot of homework to do," she says. I sigh. I don't want her to leave me.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," I say to her.
"See you later A." Then she's gone. I unwillingly go back to doing my job.
Once I have the six cups filled to the rim, I bring them, in two trips, over to the table. Just as I've set the last cup on the table, my cell phone rings.
"Hello?" I say into the speaker.
"Alex? It's me, Leona. Look, Katie and her mom bailed on me and I need a ride home," my sister says to me. I sigh loudly. Our parents both work full time jobs and won't be home until late tonight. So it has to be either me, Jared or Justin.
"Alright, someone will be there in fifteen minutes." I hang up and go over to Jared. "Jared can you please pick Leona up from school?" He doesn't seem to hear me, so I slap him up the side of his head. He looks up at me annoyed.
"What?" he asks.
"Can you please pick Leona up from school?" I ask again.
"Why can't you do it?" I raise my eyebrows. Is he serious?
"Look around Jared, I'm working." He sighs loudly.
"Fine, I'll pick her-," he's cut off when a wolf's howl rings out. Automatically all of the boys at the table get up and start to leave. I frown. Like what the fuck is going on?
"Jared!" I manage to get out. "Are you going to get Leona?"
"Yeah, about that, you're gonna have to get her." I scoff.
"But I can't!" My throat is getting tight, a sure sign that I'm on the verge of crying.
"I can go get her," Jared's girlfriend, Kim, says. I turn on her, suddenly angry.
"I don't need anything from you," I growl. I turn back to Jared and see that he's shaking.
"Don't talk to her like that," he demands.
"Why shouldn't I?" Brady puts himself in front of me, like he's trying to shield me from something. "Because she's your stupid girlfriend? Well what about me and Leona? What about your sisters? Don't we mean anything to you?" Jared has now stopped shaking and both he and Justin are staring at me sadly.
"Alex," Jared starts to say. But I shake my head.
"You know what? I honestly don't care anymore. Do whatever you want, but stay away from me and Leona." I then turn around and head to the back of the diner, where I take my apron off and grab my book bag. I then shove through my brothers and head towards my car.
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~Gina