the side, so he can
serve the person who’s just turned up behind me, and watch. He’s hardly changed
a bit; maybe grown some and broader than before. And he still has that dimple
in his chin. I used to think it so cute and—
Crap.
He’s only
wearing the diamond stud earring I gave him. I can’t believe he’s kept it this
long. This is getting worse by the minute.
“Caramel frap
and coffee.” A female voice cuts right across my thoughts.
“Thanks,” I mutter,
snatching them from the counter and escaping back to Guy.
“I’d almost
given you up for lost,” Guy says when I give him his coffee. “That new guy must
be really bad at his job. Or were you catching up on old times?” He gives a
laugh.
He should only know the truth, then
laughing would be the last thing he’d be doing.
“A bit of both
actually.” I arch an eyebrow. Oops, here I go again imitating my mother. “He’s
still learning so he’s not very fast and he asked me if I remembered someone
from camp. But I didn’t.”
“He seems okay.
Ask him over for a chat.”
“No. No.
Absolutely—” oh crap. I take a long deep breath. “I mean, we can’t do that he
might get in trouble. For mixing with the customers. I’m sure that’s not
allowed.”
Guy frowns. “Why
ever not?”
“I don’t know. Maybe
because it stops them looking after the other customers. I don’t know. I’ve
never worked in a place like this.” I twist the bottom of my t-shirt around my
finger until it’s creased to bits. Hardly a good look.
“I’ve never had
a job,” Guy says dismissively. “Have you?”
“Of course.
Everyone in my old school had a job. I worked in a supermarket. Really boring
it was, packing shelves. How come you haven’t worked before?”
Guy turns his
nose up and suddenly I feel like a lower class person.
“I don’t have
to. My parents give me money. They’d rather I concentrate on my studies. They
say there’s plenty of time when I’m older for me to work. And I’m more than
happy to go along with them.”
“Oh. Well lucky
you. Lots of guys I know have to work or they’d have no money.”
Guy shifts
uncomfortably in his chair and sort of coughs.
“Sorry Suzy, I
didn’t mean to sound like a snob. I understand that some people less fortunate
than us have to work.” God he sounds like a pompous ass. And with an attitude
like that you’d think he was fifty not eighteen. I blame his parents.
“Yes, well they
do. So think yourself lucky your parents give you everything you need.” I sit
back in the chair and fold my arms.
Then, yet again,
I drink my frap straight down and don’t enjoy it.
“I take it that
means you want to go,” Guy says nodding at my finished drink.
“Yes please.
I’ve got to finish my project tonight and it’s already late.”
As we’re on our
way out Ryan walks past and winks. I can’t help but grin in response. Lucky Guy
is walking in front of me so doesn’t see.
Chapter
Thirteen
“Ouch.” I cry,
banging my arm on the side.
I give it a
quick rub then resume pulling on my jeans. Trying to change in a small cubicle
in the girls’ bathroom at school isn’t exactly what I’d planned during my
pre-meeting planning session with Maddie last night. I’d got it all sorted:
take the bus home after school, change, grab something to eat so my stomach
doesn’t rumble, and get Mom to take me into town. Simple. And nothing could
possibly go wrong.
So I thought.
What I didn’t bank on was the freakin’ Principal asking all the Student
Committee reps to meet him in the hall after school for a quick run through of
what he expects of us. Like we need to be told how to behave and stuff. I don’t
think so.
Lucky for me
when I phoned Mom she agreed to bring my jeans and shirt to school at lunchtime
or it would have been a nightmare—although she did take a bit of persuading.
Imagine if I’d had to go in my uniform. At the moment all Ryan knows is I live
around here. Who knows what
serve the person who’s just turned up behind me, and watch. He’s hardly changed
a bit; maybe grown some and broader than before. And he still has that dimple
in his chin. I used to think it so cute and—
Crap.
He’s only
wearing the diamond stud earring I gave him. I can’t believe he’s kept it this
long. This is getting worse by the minute.
“Caramel frap
and coffee.” A female voice cuts right across my thoughts.
“Thanks,” I mutter,
snatching them from the counter and escaping back to Guy.
“I’d almost
given you up for lost,” Guy says when I give him his coffee. “That new guy must
be really bad at his job. Or were you catching up on old times?” He gives a
laugh.
He should only know the truth, then
laughing would be the last thing he’d be doing.
“A bit of both
actually.” I arch an eyebrow. Oops, here I go again imitating my mother. “He’s
still learning so he’s not very fast and he asked me if I remembered someone
from camp. But I didn’t.”
“He seems okay.
Ask him over for a chat.”
“No. No.
Absolutely—” oh crap. I take a long deep breath. “I mean, we can’t do that he
might get in trouble. For mixing with the customers. I’m sure that’s not
allowed.”
Guy frowns. “Why
ever not?”
“I don’t know. Maybe
because it stops them looking after the other customers. I don’t know. I’ve
never worked in a place like this.” I twist the bottom of my t-shirt around my
finger until it’s creased to bits. Hardly a good look.
“I’ve never had
a job,” Guy says dismissively. “Have you?”
“Of course.
Everyone in my old school had a job. I worked in a supermarket. Really boring
it was, packing shelves. How come you haven’t worked before?”
Guy turns his
nose up and suddenly I feel like a lower class person.
“I don’t have
to. My parents give me money. They’d rather I concentrate on my studies. They
say there’s plenty of time when I’m older for me to work. And I’m more than
happy to go along with them.”
“Oh. Well lucky
you. Lots of guys I know have to work or they’d have no money.”
Guy shifts
uncomfortably in his chair and sort of coughs.
“Sorry Suzy, I
didn’t mean to sound like a snob. I understand that some people less fortunate
than us have to work.” God he sounds like a pompous ass. And with an attitude
like that you’d think he was fifty not eighteen. I blame his parents.
“Yes, well they
do. So think yourself lucky your parents give you everything you need.” I sit
back in the chair and fold my arms.
Then, yet again,
I drink my frap straight down and don’t enjoy it.
“I take it that
means you want to go,” Guy says nodding at my finished drink.
“Yes please.
I’ve got to finish my project tonight and it’s already late.”
As we’re on our
way out Ryan walks past and winks. I can’t help but grin in response. Lucky Guy
is walking in front of me so doesn’t see.
Chapter
Thirteen
“Ouch.” I cry,
banging my arm on the side.
I give it a
quick rub then resume pulling on my jeans. Trying to change in a small cubicle
in the girls’ bathroom at school isn’t exactly what I’d planned during my
pre-meeting planning session with Maddie last night. I’d got it all sorted:
take the bus home after school, change, grab something to eat so my stomach
doesn’t rumble, and get Mom to take me into town. Simple. And nothing could
possibly go wrong.
So I thought.
What I didn’t bank on was the freakin’ Principal asking all the Student
Committee reps to meet him in the hall after school for a quick run through of
what he expects of us. Like we need to be told how to behave and stuff. I don’t
think so.
Lucky for me
when I phoned Mom she agreed to bring my jeans and shirt to school at lunchtime
or it would have been a nightmare—although she did take a bit of persuading.
Imagine if I’d had to go in my uniform. At the moment all Ryan knows is I live
around here. Who knows what
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