10th June 2009
We still haven’t spoken. Me and Alex that is. He hasn’t even acknowledged me except when we are sat next to each other in class, but when he see’s me walk through the classroom door he just throws a glare at me and turns away. I don’t even know why it’s beginning to bother me. I know I should be apologising but I just don’t care anymore. I guess it’s only been two days; he’s probably just pissed at me still.
It’s sad really, how we were so close and now... we’re nothing anymore.
I threw on my clothes and made my way out of the door.
It’s not that I dislike Alex and Lisa being together (for the tenth time in since New Years) I just don’t like what she does to him. Wow, just because he has quite a bit of money now makes you think he’s your one and only true love. Can anybody else smell bullshit?
Ok, ok, I guess I do dislike Alex and Lisa being together, I’ll admit it-
“And where are you going?” She (my mother) retorted on the doorstep.
“Work.” I mumbled.
“Well,when are you going to be back?” She snapped.
“Later.” I mumbled again.
“Well... I’m going out.” That’s something new.
“Ok, have fun.” I mumbled again, sinking into my car seat.
My mother wasn’t one for caring much. I loved her, only because it was compulsory. I mean if I did know my Father I guess living with him wouldn’t be much of a pain in the arse than living with this woman. Whatever she talks about it always gets onto the topic of how ungrateful I am, and what I do wrong and how many mistakes I’ve made.
I slammed my car door shut as she mumbled under her breath. Raindrops dotted on the windshield as the engine roared, nothing new for Baltimore either, then.
Work work work. I’ve been working at this small pizzeria in the city. Nothing great but it’s slowly handing my escape from this city every month. I don’t know where I’ll go but I’ll be out of here soon.
Thing is, I don’t particularly like pizza, so it get boring working there after a while.
“Jack, nice to see you’re on time.” Helena, my manager, chuckled at me from across the bar, she was a very large woman, a lot bigger than me, but she was small, she was nice.
I kind of just nodded at her and made my way into the back.
I worked mainly behind the bar, but tonight they were making me wait on people, which is just way too awkward for me because of my lanky legs and skinniness, I just get in the way and trip over things, table legs, steps and sometimes even people-
“Welcome to Luigi’s. Uh- may I take your order?” I stood awkward around a pretty large family. There was about ten of them and not even one of them realised I was stood there.
It hurt me to finally realise that I have had none of this, no big family get-togethers or dinners out. I cleared my throat and spoke again. “Can I take your order please?!”
A young boy finally noticed that I was actually “waiting” on them and nudged his dad.
I smiled politely at his Dad, and nodded at the kid in place of a thank-you. I love kids- and no, not like that. I took their order and waited on yet another table, I knew this was going to be a long night. However it was a Wednesday night? I don’t understand how it was so busy. Exhausted was a fucking understatement.
I walked out for my break, the floor was damp but the rain had cleared, leaving a cool breeze. After walking around aimlessly in the car park for ten minutes I pulled my cell out of my pocket and dialled his number.