Page 8 of Blinded By Love

The interview was barely an interview. He just asked me what my availability is and when I can start.

I loved working there and I made some great friends after I lost all of mine from school. I still talk to them from time to time to see how they are all doing.

Before work I always eat a granola bar just so I don’t get low during the shift. Getting low during a shift is the worst thing to ever happen to me. I don’t get in trouble for getting low but I just find it embarrassing that I have to take a break because of my condition.

I did tell Andy and the manager, Lisa, about me having diabetes. She told me that it was no problem at all and that if I need an extra break or anything I can take it and let her or Andy know.

After Andy tells me some tips I walk towards my section. I put on a smile as I walk up to a table where a girl is sitting, reading a book. “Hi, my name is Jaclyn. I’ll be your server today. Can I get you a drink or anything while you look at the menu?”

She puts her book down and gives me a small smile. “No, I'm actually ready. Can I just get a mocha latte and then a warmed up pumpkin bread?”

I nod my head while writing all that down. I give her one last smile before telling her I’ll be back with the drink and make my way behind the counter where the expo window is.

I tell Franky, the head chef, about the pumpkin bread which makes him ring the bell before getting to work. In the diner there are only two chefs and then three servers plus a manager. It’s not a lot of people for a diner but they manage to make it work. They have more people working in the summertime.

I quickly make the mocha latte as I hear the front door open. I turn around and see a group of boys walk in laughing. I turn back to the mocha and grab a small cup and plate.

“Looks like you got another table. Be careful with them though,” Andy says, making me look at her and furrow my eyebrows.

“Why?”

“They always sit in that section because it’s the back of the diner. They are always loud and sometimes start trouble, especially the one in the black.” I turn my head to look at the group of guys and the guy she is talking about is the one from my psychology class.

Four days ago was the first time I saw him and I haven’t seen him in class since. I wish I could lie and say I wasn’t eager to see him. He has this mysterious aura about him that makes me want to know more. Plus, the fact that he looks so familiar makes me feel anxious and on edge.

As they sit down I notice his clothes. A guy with great style is always the one to look after. He is wearing black jeans with a graphic shirt where headphone wires are hanging from the collar of his shirt. My eyes go to the half finished sleeve on one of his arms. You can see his face more clearly because it’s not as dark as it was in the classroom but I can’t make out the small details on his face still.

“Who are they?”

“The one I was just talking about is Hayden Night. I heard he is some underground fighter and gets into a lot of trouble sometimes, especially with this other guy named Eric but that’s a totally different story.” I turn around and finish making the mocha. “The guy in the black jacket is Chris Evans. I always make fun of his name because it’s hard not to. Pretty sure his parents did that on purpose. Anyways, he’s a football player. He is probably going to become an NFL star someday. Max Trent is the guy with dark hair and wearing the blue shirt. He is a soccer player and one of the best at our school. Funny guy and probably the nicest out of all of them.” I cast a look at them one last time and they are all sitting down at a table in the best part of the diner, definitely in my section. “Then you have Kayden Black. You don’t know much about him because he barely talks, kind of like Hayden. I do know he loves cars. He has this really nice BMW M5.”

“If he knows a few things about cars, he should take a look at mine,” I joke.

I have a BMW 230I Series. It’s a fun car to drive and pretty fast. I used to have an old 330I but after I crashed that one I had to get a new one.

The old 330I had like 250,000 miles on it when I crashed and I guess it was a miracle in disguise getting into that crash because I got a better car.

“I mean you could ask him. He loves working on cars. I also know he majors in creative writing and I think he is a photography minor because he is always pulling out a camera to take pictures of the group. But other than that I don’t know much about them.”

“Seems like you know plenty,” I chuckle and Andy flicks my arm before giving me a glare.

“Jaclyn, number nineteen,” Franky says, making me grab the latte.

“I’ll make sure to remember all of those things,” I wink at her and she just laughs. I get the pumpkin bread and walk to the table where the girl is reading her book. “Here is your mocha latte and then that pumpkin bread,” I say while setting down the bread and latte on the table.

She thanks me before I walk to the table all the way in the back. My nerves skyrocket and I wipe my hands on my apron, trying not to sweat.

I stand in front of their table making them look at me. “Hi, my name is Jaclyn. I’ll be your server today. Can I get you a drink or anything while you look at the menu?”

“Can we get you?” the guy with the blue shirt, Max, says with a flirty smile.

“I told you he would do it,” Kayden says while looking at Chris. I try not to look at Hayden who is burning holes through me. “Stop being stupid and just give her your order,” Kayden says while rolling his eyes at Max. “We’re ready to order.”

Max laughs. “I did that just to give you guys a hard time, not her.” Max looks at me. “Sorry, I’ll be serious now. I’ll just get a sprinkled donut and then a chocolate milkshake,” Max says before giving me a smile.

I write down his order before looking at Chris, Andy said his name was. “I’ll just get your classic burger with no pickles and then a lemonade please.”

“How do you want it cooked?” I ask.

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