Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High...sadly...but I do own this beautiful plot and this beautiful OC.
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Chapter Five
I NeedThe Money
----- Layla -----
Setting: Lunch on Wednesday (the day after the incident)
Lunch, finally! This morning was absolutely grueling with Mr. Boy. We had to write this huge five page essay on a certain super hero and their hero support and I didn't even finish because we had to help Mr. Boy get his head stuck out of the trash can…don't ask.
But I quickly got in line behind Magenta and grabbed an apple, the special of the day, vegetarian sushi, and milk and took a seat at our regular table. Krystal, who was trying to get this one piece of lettuce onto her fork, and Warren were already there, sitting on opposite sides of the table. I looked around the lunchroom, but there was no sign of Will. Wasn't Will usually with Krys? I took a seat across from her. "Where's Will?" I asked.
She looked up. "I don't know. He said I should head to the lunchroom before him, so…" She replied.
"Oh," I mumbled. I decided to start eating as Magenta, Zach and Ethan took a seat by Krys. I guess they knew I wanted Will to sit by me.
----- Krystal -----
Will didn't show up all of lunch. But that wasn't my problem. I needed money, like now. My aunt and uncle didn't have the money to give me a dang allowance, so they said I needed to make my own money in this dang world…
So when lunch ended I asked Layla something before she left for class. Everyone had left already.
"Hey, Layla," I said.
She looked up at me as she stuffed the last bit of sushi into her mouth. "Yea?"
"Do you know where I can get a job? I need the money."
----- Layla -----
"Do you know where I can get a job? I need the money."
Hmm. An idea suddenly popped into my head as I watched Warren walk out of the lunchroom. I glimpsed back at Krys.
"Um…yea, actually, I do." I said with a huge smile. "The Paper Lantern, their looking for employees."
"Oh, that Chinese place?"
I nodded, "Yes, it's the perfect place to get some money."
She smiled. "Thanks Layla!" Krys got up and left.
I smiled too. It was only a matter of time until the two would soon become…closer then friends.
----- Warren -----
I pulled on my apron and pulled my hair into a ponytail. My usual work uniform, nothing exciting. I heard the bell ring which meant someone had either walked in or walked out. I didn't even bother to look up because table 7 was waiting for someone to serve them. I walked over and unenthusiastically asked, "May I take your order?"
----- Krystal -----
My khaki messenger bag hung by my side as I walked towards the Paper Lantern. I noticed the HELP WANTED sign in the window. "I guess this is the place," I mumbled as I looked at the outside. I slowly pushed open the door and looked around. The lights were dimmed, but the sun's light filled the place. I tucked my hair behind my ears and stuck my thumbs into the back pockets of my dark denim jeans.
I sauntered over to the front desk…or register or…WHATEVER! A young Chinese girl, maybe in her early twenties stood behind it. She looked up at me and smiled. "Welcome to the Paper Lantern, how may I help you?" She asked with a perfect American accent.
"Yea, um…I saw that Help Wanted sign in the window…and um…I'd like a job." I said.
"Oh, well fill out one of these applications." She said as she pulled a clipboard out and placed several papers on it.
I faked a smile as she handed it to me and a pen. "Um, ok," I looked around and decided to take a seat at one of the booths and fill it out. It would take awhile anyways. I had to fill out like…three papers! And just for a job!
----- Warren -----
"Yea, um…I saw that Help Wanted sign in the window…and um…I'd like a job."
I quickly turned around as I wrote down the last of the order. That voice was so familiar…too familiar. I noticed Krystal taking the clipboard and taking a seat. It couldn't be…it just couldn't…I did NOT want to work with that stalker!
I slowly walked over to her booth and stood there, towering her. She didn't look up. I made a coughing noise and she looked up. Her eyes quickly became wide. "You, the book guy!"
----- Krystal -----
"You, the book guy!" I exclaimed. I couldn't help it that he was named after some stupid book.
He rolled his eyes. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I'm buying a house-What do you think I'm doing here?" I said sarcastically.
"I'm hoping you aren't getting a job."
I looked him up and down. Oh no…OH NO, HE DID NOT WORK HERE! Don't tell me you work here!"
"No, I'm just looking for my lost donkey." He joked.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I am getting a job. Got a problem?"
"Um, yea, I do. Is this another one of your stalking plans?"
I looked him up and down with disgust like I had before the other day.
"Hmm, I don't think you should talk that way. You might lose your job." I said.
I went back to filling out the application. I was already on the second page. So if he kept rambling on, I would get a job before the conversation was over. Besides, Mr. Smuggy Smug was NOT going to scare me off, not this time.
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