Thursday and Friday go by smoothly. I manage to pay attention in class for the most part and actually complete my required assignments for once.
It's honestly not that bad, at least not as much as I thought it was going to be. It's satisfying to get called on to answer a question and get it right instead of receiving a highly disapproving look from the teacher when I say the wrong thing.
Although I can't help but notice Layla has been acting odd around me. I'm sure it's nothing, but it seems as if she's giving me the cold shoulder lately.
When I go to hug her or hold her, she just stays still and kind of ignores me. When I kiss her, she lets me, but she doesn't kiss back like she normally would. And although I've never really put much effort into having conversations with her or anyone for that matter, she usually talks a lot, but she's been quiet these last few days.
I asked her about it and she just brushed it off by saying she hasn't been feeling well. I want to believe her yet I can't help but to think there's something more to it.
Even so, I can't put together a more logical reason for her to act this way than what she told me, so I let it slide for now. I'm probably just overreacting, like I do with everything.
Besides, I've had other matters on my mind recently. Like when Emory kissed me on Wednesday night. We still haven't talked about it, and at this point I doubt we ever will.
But there honestly doesn't seem to be a need to. I mean, people really only do that if things are awkward or tense between them, and it's not with us. If anything we're even more relaxed and at ease around each other than before.
We continued to talk over our next two sessions, and not much has changed. She's been teaching me a lot, and I've caught on pretty easily. We have those moments where we'll accidentally touch in a more than platonic way, but we just smile and move on.
Honestly, it's like we're already dating. I mean of course without the kissing and other stuff, but we act like we're a couple. And I have to say, I like it. It makes me feel good to know that someone likes me for me, and not the armour that I put on at school and places like that.
Everytime we're together or she compliments me, or does anything remotely nice, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
And to know I won't get to see her all weekend makes me sad, but it'll make Monday all the more better.
Damn, I've only known her for a week. I've already learned a shit load of stuff about self defense and boxing.
I mean its not like I've never gotten into a fight before, because I have. But most of the time, it's against someone smaller than me or very inexperienced, so I can beat them easily just with brute strength.
It's only when I'm up against someone or a group of people that are actually strong and know what they're doing, that I fail miserably.
It's just that even though I'm strong, I had zero technique whatsoever. Whenever I was in a fight I kind of froze because I had no idea what to do.
But even after just a week, I do now. And I've got to say I'm pretty confident in my skills. If I were to fight someone now versus back then, I'd totally dominate them. And I ain't just being cocky. Well, maybe a little bit.
Anyway, I'm just so grateful for Emory taking her time to help me. It means a lot, more than I thought it would.
I wake up from the nap I was taking on Saturday with my phone shouting the theme song to Bad Boys at me. I groan and roll over, eyes still closed, blindly searching for my phone on the coffee table. I fumble around for a bit until I grasp it.
I click the answer button without looking at the caller ID, and hold it up to my ear. "What do you want?" I grumble, rubbing my eyes with my palm.
No one else was home, and since Caven had work and my parents were probably mingling as they often do on weekends, I decided to take a quick nap on the couch before work.
It was 4:52, so I hadn't even been sleeping for an hour when I got this call.
"Hey Blake, I was calling to ask a favor." A familiar cheerful voice speaks through the phone.
I groan again and sit up. "Dammit Des, you woke me up to ask me a damn favor?" I ask in disbelief. This dude's got some balls.
He just laughs in response, causing me to frown in annoyance. "Hehe, sorry about that. But Jayden's mom had a stroke and he's in the hospital with her right now. Lisa wanted me to ask if you could cover his shift for tonight."
Shit, I haven't even eaten dinner yet. But I guess I could always eat when I get there, and a little more money wouldn't hurt. My regular shift would have started at ten-thirty, and I think Jayden's is at six.
I sigh and run a hand through my tangled hair. "You know what, fine. But I'm gonna eat there before I have to start working," I tell him.
"Yay, oh Lisa will be sooo relived. Thanks Blake, I'll see you when you get here. Bye!" He says, then I end the call. How can one person be so happy all the time? I just don't get it.
I get up and head to my room to take a shower before I leave. After I'm all clean, I get dressed and grab my phone, wallet and keys, then I head out the door.
During the drive to the diner, I notice I have a text from Emory.
Emory: R u coming for a lesson today?
Shit, I forgot to tell her I wont be coming on the weekends.
Me: No, sorry I have work right now and tmr so I won't be able to make it :(
After another few minutes, I get a response.
Emory: That's okay! I'll see you on Monday then
Me: Yeah alright
I put my phone in my pocket as I get to the diner. After parking, I make my way inside.
I have around twenty minutes to eat before I have to work, so I quickly sit down and tell Desy to get my usual, and a coffee.
Once it comes out, I eat it, before going in the back to get my apron and hat. I tie the apron on and put the hat on my head. I inspect myself in the mirror for a moment, and when I'm satisfied, I look at the employee schedule.
Jayden was signed up for cleaning the first half of his shift, and then waiting tables the second half.
So I grab the mop and begin cleaning the floors. I do the back, the kitchen, the table area and the bathrooms. When I'm done with that, I get a wet rag and start to wipe down the kitchen area, then do the dishes afterwards.
After everything is clean and shiny, the only thing to do is wait around and wipe off the tables once customers leave.
Saturdays are one of our more busy days, so there's quite a few people in the diner.
I scoop a handful of chocolate chips from the bag that was lying out and eat them. Man, I love this place.
I lean my elbows on the bar while I watch the customers eat and chat with each other.
There's a young couple that look like they're on a date. A group of old ladies eating peach cobbler. A family celebrating their baby son's birthday. And a whole bunch more different people.
As I go to grab another hanful of chocolate chips, Des walks by and flicks my wrist. "It's your turn to wait tables, Blake," he calls after me. "And quit stealing the chocolate chips for God's sake."
I roll my eyes with a smile, but get a notepad and pencil, and make my way to another couple who has just sat down to take their drink order.
At ten thirty, I only have a half hour left of work, because I'm not working my normal shift.
There's only one person in the diner now, an old man who's one of our regulars sitting at the bar. Every once in a while, one of us will refill his coffee cup, but other than that, we're just chilling in one of the booths.
I'm sitting next to Lisa, our backs to the door, with Des and Kali, another one of my coworkers across from us.
I hear the bell on the door chime behind me, and instantly a huge grin spreads across Desmond's face. He glances at me, and snorts as he holds back a laugh. I furrow my brows at him.
"Uhh.. hey Des? At you ok?" I hesitantly ask. Is he having a seizure or something?
His smile gets even bigger than I thought possible. "Y-yeah. I'm, I'm fine. You won't be though," he says.
I pout, "I'm very confused right now."
All of a sudden two hands grip my shoulders and shake hard. I gasp and then squeal as I jump up in my seat.
Des finally bursts out laughing and I glare at him before turning around to face my assailant.
My eyes widen and my jaw drops as I stare into emerald eyes. "Emory? Why the fuck did you do that?!" I yell.
She giggles with her hand covering her mouth as she stands behind me. "I was in the area and figured I'd say hi. So hi." She says with a wave.
"Um, hi?" I say, still shaken up by my near heart attack.
Desmond is still laughing his ass off, slapping the table now. "Ohoho, you should have seen your face! And what was that sound?" He continues chuckling as if it was the funniest thing in the world.
I snap my head around and point at Desy. "Dammit, Des. Shut the fuck up before I make you," I growl. Then I freeze in realization that Emory's never seen my mean side. Oopsies. I laugh awkwardly, "Juuust kidding~" I sing.
He immediately stops laughing and looks down at his lap with a frown. I roll my eyes and stand up. Emory glances at Des with a slightly worried expression before turning to me with a warm smile.
"Well I must say I'm a bit surprised to see you here. What are you even doing out so late?" I ask her.
"My sister asked me to get some things for her party since she couldn't get them herself. And when I passed Penny's, I figured I'd come see you." She looks straight into my eyes as she says this and I feel myself shiver.
My eyebrows go up as I smile. "Aww that's nice of you. Good thing you came now because my shift is over in a few minutes," I say.
She hesitates a second before answering, "Well, I mean if you're not too tired, you're welcome to join us at the party."
Thinking it's a birthday party or some other lame one, I'm not too sure if I wanna go. I was actually thinking about going to Annie's party after work.
I rub the back of my neck and tilt my head to the side, thinking. "What kind of party is it?" I query.
Emory half smiles and looks down like she's embarrassed. "Y'know... the normal high school party," she mumbles.
I perk up at that with a grin. I might as well go, it could end up being as fun as Annie's parties anyway. "Well okay then. I'll go with you," I announce.
She lifts her face to look at me with a smile. "Really? You don't have to if you don't want to-" she starts, but I cut her off by waving shaking my head.
"No, no. Honestly, I'd love to go. I was thinking about heading to a party earlier anyway." I say.
Slowly, she nods her head. "Okay, great. When you're ready, we'll leave."
Lisa looks over at me from her seat at the table. "Oh you can go now if you'd like." She offers.
I furrow my brows. "Are you sure?"
She waves her hand in dismissal. "Of course, hun. Besides, it's only a few extra minutes, and we've hardly got any costumers."
I smile broadly, and reach down to give her a hug. "Thank you, Lisa," I say as I pull away.
I start walking towards the door with Emory. "No problem. Y'all have fun now," she calls after us.
"We will." I yell back through the still open door.
As I get into my car and prepare to follow Emory to her house, I come to the conclusion that I will indeed have fun. Well, at least I'll try to.