TROUBLEMAKER (TROUBLEMAKER, BOOK 1)
By Ava Parker
© TROUBLEMAKER. 2014, all rights reserved.
Today is so crazy busy. I have to finish up my shift here then race home to meet my dad’s new tenant for the summer, which I can’t screw up. Then it’s off to Long Beach to meet up with Jessie. Then again I guess I’m used to being busy since I nearly killed myself these past few months trying to be the perfect student. Gotta live up to my reputation I guess.
But finals are over. If I can get through today then summer officially begins for me. And with my father gone for a little while, I can finally breathe.
“I’d like a sixteen ounce carrot and ginger and a sprouted hummus wrap.” A woman in her forties dressed in full-blown yoga attire places her order. She has the body of a twenty-two year old, aside from the carefully hidden wrinkles under her eyes.
“That’ll be $13.50.” I look over at my boss who’s already halfway through making the sandwich then I sneak a quick glance at the clock.
Forty-three minutes to go. I can make it. Slaving away at Gina’s Organic Café is not exactly my dream job, but it keeps my father happy. Sort of. Having some down time was never exactly encouraged by my father. Or having any fun at all for that matter. I better get in as much chill time as I can while the cat’s away.
“What’s up sweetheart? I’ll take two large strawberry and banana smoothies.” I look up and see two shirtless surfer type guys in their late teens. I see a lot of these kinds of guys in the café. And I’m pretty sure I haven’t been very impressed by a single one of them.
“Sure. That’ll be $12.15, ” I say, glancing over at the second boy who has his head still buried in the menu. I can’t help but notice his ridiculously hot body. I guess I’d go shirtless too if I was him .
“Dude, are you gonna order or what?” Mr. Smoothie jabs his friend in the arm. Nothing. No flinch.
“Yeah, I am gonna order.” The second surf rat punches his friend in the arm, sending him totally off balance.
“Do you guys serve any real food here?” Hottie asks, still not bothering to look up at me.
This is either the first raw vegan restaurant he’s ever set foot in or he’s a total asshole.
“The only thing we serve here is real food,” I fire back at him. I take advantage of his anti-social antics and catch a glimpse of a woman’s name tattooed on his right forearm.
What kind of a loser tattoos his girlfriend’s name on his arm? Everyone knows that’s the kiss of death.
“There’s a McDonalds about 2 miles away. Maybe you would be better suited by their menu?” I hold my arms out in disgust, waiting for a response.
“Oh dude, she nailed you bro!” At least his goofball sidekick thinks I’m funny.
Hottie drops his shoulders down and looks up from the menu. I make a microscopic gasp as his eyes meet directly with mine.
He. Is . Gorgeous.
I immediately drop my hands down to my side as I find myself completely taken aback by how ridiculously good looking he is. I glance over to a side table and notice two sorority girls gawking at him like he’s some sort of a movie star.
“McDonalds?” he asks, completely deadpan. “Are you always this quick to give up on your customers?” He lets out a hint of a smile, but I can’t tell if he’s being passive aggressive with me or just trying to make his bird brain friend laugh. Either way, I can’t move my lips for some insane reason.
“I… I just don’t want my customers to go hungry. So if McDonald’s is the answer then…” I shrug my shoulders awkwardly and catch myself unable to break eye contact with him.
He slowly nods his head up and down, also re fusing to break his gaze with me. Then he tilts his head to the side and tosses the café menu on the counter. He grabs his board and I spot his forearm tattoo pop out through his muscles.
“I’ll take a raw falafel sandwich.” He smiles. “Can you at least nuke that thing
By Ava Parker
© TROUBLEMAKER. 2014, all rights reserved.
Today is so crazy busy. I have to finish up my shift here then race home to meet my dad’s new tenant for the summer, which I can’t screw up. Then it’s off to Long Beach to meet up with Jessie. Then again I guess I’m used to being busy since I nearly killed myself these past few months trying to be the perfect student. Gotta live up to my reputation I guess.
But finals are over. If I can get through today then summer officially begins for me. And with my father gone for a little while, I can finally breathe.
“I’d like a sixteen ounce carrot and ginger and a sprouted hummus wrap.” A woman in her forties dressed in full-blown yoga attire places her order. She has the body of a twenty-two year old, aside from the carefully hidden wrinkles under her eyes.
“That’ll be $13.50.” I look over at my boss who’s already halfway through making the sandwich then I sneak a quick glance at the clock.
Forty-three minutes to go. I can make it. Slaving away at Gina’s Organic Café is not exactly my dream job, but it keeps my father happy. Sort of. Having some down time was never exactly encouraged by my father. Or having any fun at all for that matter. I better get in as much chill time as I can while the cat’s away.
“What’s up sweetheart? I’ll take two large strawberry and banana smoothies.” I look up and see two shirtless surfer type guys in their late teens. I see a lot of these kinds of guys in the café. And I’m pretty sure I haven’t been very impressed by a single one of them.
“Sure. That’ll be $12.15, ” I say, glancing over at the second boy who has his head still buried in the menu. I can’t help but notice his ridiculously hot body. I guess I’d go shirtless too if I was him .
“Dude, are you gonna order or what?” Mr. Smoothie jabs his friend in the arm. Nothing. No flinch.
“Yeah, I am gonna order.” The second surf rat punches his friend in the arm, sending him totally off balance.
“Do you guys serve any real food here?” Hottie asks, still not bothering to look up at me.
This is either the first raw vegan restaurant he’s ever set foot in or he’s a total asshole.
“The only thing we serve here is real food,” I fire back at him. I take advantage of his anti-social antics and catch a glimpse of a woman’s name tattooed on his right forearm.
What kind of a loser tattoos his girlfriend’s name on his arm? Everyone knows that’s the kiss of death.
“There’s a McDonalds about 2 miles away. Maybe you would be better suited by their menu?” I hold my arms out in disgust, waiting for a response.
“Oh dude, she nailed you bro!” At least his goofball sidekick thinks I’m funny.
Hottie drops his shoulders down and looks up from the menu. I make a microscopic gasp as his eyes meet directly with mine.
He. Is . Gorgeous.
I immediately drop my hands down to my side as I find myself completely taken aback by how ridiculously good looking he is. I glance over to a side table and notice two sorority girls gawking at him like he’s some sort of a movie star.
“McDonalds?” he asks, completely deadpan. “Are you always this quick to give up on your customers?” He lets out a hint of a smile, but I can’t tell if he’s being passive aggressive with me or just trying to make his bird brain friend laugh. Either way, I can’t move my lips for some insane reason.
“I… I just don’t want my customers to go hungry. So if McDonald’s is the answer then…” I shrug my shoulders awkwardly and catch myself unable to break eye contact with him.
He slowly nods his head up and down, also re fusing to break his gaze with me. Then he tilts his head to the side and tosses the café menu on the counter. He grabs his board and I spot his forearm tattoo pop out through his muscles.
“I’ll take a raw falafel sandwich.” He smiles. “Can you at least nuke that thing
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