"Ah, good!" Violet smiled when she walked into the room. "Sorry if I'm rushing you, but I'm a little stressed.""It's fine," Brooklyn chuckled and Violet handed her a notepad and pen."Right, out you go and start taking orders!""Yes ma'am," Brooklyn joked and walked out into the busy diner. Violet directed her to a table and Brooklyn smiled brightly when she reached the table."Hi guys, what can I get for you?" Brooklyn asked and proceeded to jot down the orders on the notepad. When she was done she walked over to Violet who told her to hang up the orders in a hatch behind the counter so the chef could read them. Once the chef had cooked the food he would ring the bell and then you'd have to deliver to the food/drink to the correct table."Simple enough," Brooklyn smiled and made her way over to another table, greeting them with a cheery smile. She took their order and then gave the order to the chef who was a middle aged Italian man with a bit of a beer belly, but he seemed lovely.
The diner had died down slightly so Brooklyn joined Sasha and Alice as soon as she could. "I can't stand it!" Brooklyn whispered. "What is his problem?""Huh?" Alice wondered, taking a large gulp from her third milkshake."Harry!" Brooklyn panicked. "He won't stop staring and he said he wanted me and he makes me feel all funny inside and I don't like it!""Whoa, calm down, girl," Sasha said. "He said he wanted you?""Well, technically he said he wanted to order me which is really weird and creepy," Brooklyn said, her words coming out at a thousand miles an hour. "And whenever I look at him he's staring at me with like an emotionless face and I can't stand it! He makes me feel so weird and on edge! Like I can't even tell what he's thinking because he's just so... Blank and cold!""He makes you feel weird how?" Sasha wondered."That's what you're taking from what I just said!" Brooklyn asked.Sasha nodded. "Weird how?"Brooklyn frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know, he makes
Brooklyn went straight into town after school with Sasha, Alice and Violet. Apparently there was a local diner that was a hangout spot for the majority of high school kids and Violet had a part time job there.A bell chimed when the girls walked into the diner and Violet rushed off into the back to get changed, ready for work. The rest of the girls sat down in a booth with bright red seats and Brooklyn gazed over the menu."The milkshakes here are amazing!" Alice gushed, pointing to a part on the menu. "You've got to get one.""I thought you wanted to be healthy?" Sasha said, raising an eyebrow Alice."Screw healthy, I'm running away and declaring my life to chocolate," Alice smiled and Brooklyn laughed."I think I'll get a strawberry milkshake," she said as Violet came out in a pale pink tshirt and skirt with a white apron tied round her waist."Don't comment on the uniform," Violet said as she walked over to the girls."This will be the only time where you will see her in something
"Brooklyn, thank you so much for your help today," Ben said once the last customer left the diner. "You've been a lifesaver.""It wasn't a problem," Brooklyn smiled. "It was nice doing it again, reminded me of being back home.""In that case, I would like to offer you a permanent position here," Ben said and Brooklyn's mouth dropped. "That's if you want it?""O-of course!" Brooklyn gasped. "Thank you!""No, thank you," Ben grinned. "I'll email you your shift patterns by the end of the week and get Violet to tell you any important information. Would you be happy starting next week?""That'd be great," Brooklyn said, nodding eagerly. "Thank you so much.""It's not a problem," Ben said and checked his watch. "It's getting late, I'll let you get off.""Thank you, Ben," Brooklyn beamed and grabbed her bag and her clothes and headed to the door of the diner. "See you next week." She waved to Ben and stepped out into the cold night air. Brooklyn shivered and and rubbed her arms and started t
"My middle name is Paige? Truth or lie.""Truth."Correct.Brooklyn scowled at Harry. "I don't like you. Truth or lie?"Harry stopped the car and Brooklyn realised they were outside of her house. "Oh," Harry chuckled and turned to face Brooklyn, leaning forward like he did in the diner. "You wish that was the truth." Harry slowly raised his hand and Brooklyn froze when he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, but he was careful not to touch her skin. "But it's not, babe."Brooklyn swallowed and quickly span round. She fiddled with the door handle, but eventually shoved the door open and stumbled out. "You're delusional, Harry," she said."Lie.""Goodbye, Harry ," Brooklyn said quickly and slammed the door. She rushed into her house without glancing back at Harry."Brooke," Brandon said. He was walking down the stairs opposite the front door. "Who was that that dropped you off?""Nobody," Brooklyn said dismissively and dumped her damp bag on the floor."What are you wearing?" Brandon
"Well, um... I'll... Er-""I think you'll find the word you're looking for is thanks," Harry said, turning in his seat to look at Brooklyn who was fumbling with her bag."Yeah... Um, thanks," Brooklyn coughed and reached for the door handle. She opened the car door, but she was stopped by Harry who reached out and grabbed her bag. Missing her hand by millimeters.Harry leaned forward and Brooklyn stiffened. This was happening too much with him.He was getting too close."I won't touch," Harry said lowly, his green eyes flickering to Brooklyn's wide blue ones. "Tomorrow? Same time?""N-no, it's fine," Brooklyn said quickly and shook her head."See you then.""I said no," Brooklyn said."And I don't really care," Harry shrugged."No," Brooklyn said sternly. "No more lifts. Harry, please leave me alone.""And why would I do that?""Because I asked you to," Brooklyn said softly."I don't like being told what to do," Harry said slowly. "Tomorrow. Be there."Brooklyn pulled her bag from Har
For the second time that day Brooklyn walked into Mrs Mental's classroom and took a seat at the back of the class. She busied herself with getting her books out and when she looked up Harry was standing by the desk."Jesus!" She gasped. "You frightened the life out of- No, you can't sit here!"Harry ignored her and sat down next to her. "I saw what happened at lunch.""You need to go.""Stacy needed putting in her place-""I need to go," Brooklyn said to herself and stood up, but Harry pushed his chair back and kicked his feet up onto the desk, trapping Brooklyn."I'm trying to talk to you.""And I'm trying to ignore you," Brooklyn frowned.Harry raised an eyebrow. "How's that going for you?""I'm finding it rather difficult," she muttered and sat back down in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest."I could say the same about you.""You find me difficult?" Brooklyn questioned."Highly," Harry nodded."Then leave me alone. Problem sorted.""But it's not a problem," Harry shrugged.
Brooklyn sat down in her last lesson of the day and pouted.Math.She despised math.Violet had told her she was also in this class, but she had been called into work early so she couldn't make it today."So it's true," a guy said confidently, sliding into the seat next to Brooklyn."Um... What's true?" Brooklyn asked, eyeing the guy cautiously."That you're even hotter close up," the guy smirked and Brooklyn laughed, rolling her eyes."Flattery will get you everywhere," she said sarcastically.The guy smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Josh, I just wanted to meet the girl who has Stacy throwing a fit."Brooklyn looked at Josh's hand and fidgeted awkwardly. "Sorry, it's not you... I'm just not a toucher," she said."No problem," Josh shrugged."What do you mean about Stacy?" Brooklyn wondered."She doesn't like you. She thinks you're a threat," Josh said and looked Brooklyn up and down. "I don't blame her.""Keep the eyes up or my threat will become reality," Brooklyn warned and snap