Copyright @ 2012 By Shelbsters15.

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors imagination, and any resemblance actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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~Chapter Ten.~

"So, I see you're my partner, eh?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I guess?"

He nods his head very slowly. "I was thinking..." He trails off.

"Well, that's new."

He looks caught off guard for a second, then his signature smirk comes back on. "Well, the nerd has jokes."

Okay, so here is something I don't get...He tells everyone to leave me alone and not to call me a names, But he just called me a nerd. Maybe he's bipolar?

I just shrug my shoulders at him again, and look down at my hands.

He rolls his eyes. "Like I was saying before...I was thinking that I could maybe, take you out to eat."

I look up at him, and give him a 'Are you crazy look' then say in my best polite voice. "No thank you."

His whole face dissolves from a cocky look, to disappointed. He kinda looks like a puppy. "Why not?" He asks me.

"Well, one" I lift up my index finger. "I don't know you. Two" I hold up two fingers. "You're mean to me, and just because you 'Change' all of a sudden, doesn't mean I'll go out with you. Three " I now am holding up three fingers. "I don't like you. And four" I hold up four fingers. "You have a girlfriend. So, no. I will not go on a date with you."

He smiles his cocky smile again. "I wasn't asking you on a date. What if I just wanted to go as friends? But, since you want to go on a date with me so bad, I'll be pleased to take you out."

I feel my face burning with a blush. "No." Is all I say.

"Okay. I'll get you to go with me sometime." He said still smiling.

I scoff. "Whatever, lets just get to work, Lover boy."

***

"How was school." Mom asks me at dinner.

I swallow my food in my mouth and look up at her. "It was okay."

She licks her lips. "Any cute boys?"

"Honey, don't get started with this again." Dad tells her, putting down his fork and giving her a stern look.

Mom glares at Dad, not even caring about his stern look. "Why not? She needs to get a boyfriend. When I was her age I had a new boyfriend almost every week. How many has she had?"

Dad sets his cup down a little to hard on the table. "Every night I hear this. 'She needs a boyfriend' 'She looks like a nerd' And I am tired of hearing it!"

Mom throws her arms in the air. "Well, it's the truth! If you would pay attention to her, you would see that."

I finally get tired of hearing them talk about me like I'm not even in the room, and set my napkin down. "Mom! Dad! I'm tired of hearing you talk about me like this. I am, who I am, and I like myself." I turn towards Dad. "Dad, I love you for trying to stick up for me, but I'm tired of hearing you fight with Mom about stupid stuff. And Mom," I look at Mom. "Please stop making fun of how I look. I get enough of that at school." I stand up and pick up my plate.

Mom puts her hand on my plate to try to stop me. "Where are you going?"

I push her hand off my plate. "To my room."

I walk away from the table, ignoring my moms pleas to try to get me to 'Talk this through' and walk up the stairs, and into my room.

I sit at my desk and move some of my papers from school away to make room for my plate and eat in silence.

The silence didn't last long though. As I hear yelling from downstairs but can't make out what they were saying.

I sigh happily after I heard our front door slam shut. At least I'll get to sleep good tonight, without having to stay up till midnight, hearing them fight.

***

Saturday.

A day that teenagers get to sleep in and watch TV all day. Some of them go out on dates or go out with friends. It is the day where there is no school and it's a day where you can just relax and do absolutely nothing.

Not me.

Nope, I have the privilege of working all day.

"Welcome to MC. Donald's. Would you like to try the new Strawberries and Cream pie today?" I ask the guy that looks and smells like it wouldn't hurt him to take a long shower.

"Um, no thanks." He says, looking at the menu board. "I would like two Mcdoubles and a large french fries please."

I type in the order on the screen. "Will that be for here, or to go?"

"For here."

I push the button that said for here, look up at him and smile  "Okay, that will be four dollars and thirty one cents, sir."

He digs into his pocket, pulls out his wallet, and hands me a five dollar bill.

"Here you go." He tells me.

I put the money in the register and hands him his change. "Your change is sixty nine cents. You have a great day, sir." I tell him smiling.

He smiles back. "You too." And he walks away.

 I have worked here on weekends for five months, trying to save up for a car, so I don't have to ride that disgusting bus. I can't wait until I don't have to work here anymore. I only have about three more months of working here, until I can quit!

"Sophie," My manager, Mark, says looking at me. "You have five more minutes before you can go home. After your next customer you can clock out."

I nod, turn my head, put my MC. Donald's smile on, and starts to say: "Welcome to MC--" But I'm cut short when I see who my next customer is.

"Hello, Sophie." He said politely, but with his signature smirk on.

I glare at him. "Zack."

He leans his body against the counter. "Now, is that a way to treat a customer?"

I roll my eyes. "Welcome to MC. Donald's. Would you like to try the new Strawberries and Cream pie today?" I say with my teeth gritted.

He puts his index finger in his chin and taps it. "Hm mm. No, I don't think so. But, I would like to take you out to eat."

I smile sweetly at him. "I'm so sorry, sir, but we don't sell that here."

He frowns. "Fine, but I will get you to go out with me sooner or later."

I grind my teeth together "What do you want to order?"

"You."

"No! If you don't order, sir. I'm afraid I'm going to have to call security."

He sighs and runs his hand through his awesome hair. Wait. Did I just think awesome?

"Fine. I'll take a Mushroom and Swiss burger."

"Okay, is that all for you?" He nods his head. "Okay, that will be five dollars and sixty three cents."

He hands me the money and walks away without taking his change.

I shrug it off and clock out.

I will never go out with him.

Never.