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kdramaramattv · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1

Time is a confusing thing. When you want it to go by fast, the slower it goes. Then it ends up flying by when you least expect it. I can't have my way with time, everything I do revolves around it. It never goes my way. I'm forced to sit here and listen to lectures when I know everything. It doesn't really make much sense to me. That's why I'm sitting here doodling on my paper. This is what I enjoy, I don't like relearning everything that i already know.

"Ashley?" Mrs. Smith called out, bringing me from my thoughts.

"Ma'am?" I ask. She put her hands on her hips and everyone in the lecture hall turned around to look at me.

"Can you tell me the diagnosis of the patient if these are their symptoms?" She pointed to the smart board that held the symptoms.

I looked them over. Headache, nausea, dizziness upon standing, reoccurring stomach pains and fatigue.

"Pneumonia." I told her.

"Very well, if it's a child under 16, how serious is it?"

"Slightly. But you should take careful precautions and treat it within twenty four hours of diagnosis." I recant.

"Very good." She smiled at me and continued on lecturing.

I went back to my drawing, looking it over. I could have majored in art, but the only things I really know how to draw is Hello Kitty and SpongeBob. This is a picture of spongebob and I'm just adding little bubbles around him. I didn't really want to be here, I hate the lecture hall.

"Okay class, that's it for today. Don't forget to do your homework. Pages 373 & 374, problems 1-25. All due when you come back to class." She announced.

Every got up and packed their things, heading out of the building. I waited behind slowly, not wanting to be caught up in the crowd. I tended to like being lonely, so it didn't matter. When everyone was almost gone, I decided to put my things away.

"Ashley, can I speak to you for a minute?" Mrs. Smith asked, standing behind the desk at the front of the room.

"Yeah, but I have work in like twenty minutes." I warned her as I passed through the aisle of desks and descended down the stairs.

"It won't take that long." She promised with a smile.

As I got closer down, she picked up a stack of papers. Holding them out to me, I grabbed them when I was close enough.

"What's this?" I asked, starting to flip through them.

"You don't pay attention in class, and I've noticed. It's like your off into space or something all the time. And when it comes down to taking a test, you do very well. Your grades are magnificent, the highest in the class." She admitted.

"That's great. So what's the problem?" I asked, handing her back the papers.

"You're grades are too good. Material that I taught last week, you didn't even listen. But when you got the test you made a 97." She handed me the paper.

"Why am I getting in trouble if I have good grades? I know all this, it's simple." I argued back.

"It's not. You seem stressed or distracted lately. On the back of the test you drew, not really showing any enthusiasm about finishing." She turned the paper over, revealing my messed up dragon I tried to draw. I didn't understand, she wasn't making any sense.

"If I'm making good grades, then that's good." I sighed and gave her back the paper.

"The question is how do you do it?" She asked.

"Wait, you think I might be cheating?" I was appalled.

"No. I'm simply saying, with your schedule including work, where do you find the time to know all this." She said, her voice was all calm and collected while I wanted to scream out. I kept it in, I wouldn't argue with her anymore. I looked down at my phone, 8 minutes before I have to be in for work.

"I have to go." I bluntly told her, turning around and walking away.

"We're going to have to finish this talk later." She commanded.

"Okay." I rolled my eyes, even though I was pretty sure she couldn't see it.

I walked from the building and out to the parking lot. Opening the back door and throwing my books in the back. I only had 5 minutes left and I've never been late for work. I'm one of the few people who will actually admit they love work. I just enjoy working there, it's the best thing ever. It's only a couple miles from the school, but if you walk to the far end of the dorms, you'll be there.

I drove down the small town road. I was going to play some music, but I really wasn't in the mood. I sped slightly down the road, trying to get the diner quickly. When I pulled into the parking lot, I had 1 minute left. I ran out the car, going into the doors.

"Almost." Mr. Armstrong says from behind the grill.

"I'm sorry. One of my teachers called for me after class." I told him.

"It's fine. Just a heads up next time." He warns.

He wasn't a strict boss, he was actually laid-back. He even let his employees call him by his first name. He'd want you to work, but he wouldn't really make you. I just didn't want to disappoint him since he was nice enough to give me this job.

"Okay." I simply say. I pass by the counter and go to the back. I need to get my apron, pad, and pencil.

"Hey Hun." I hear a lovely voice call out to me.

"Hey." I yell out, knowing exactly who it is.

I come out from the back and see Jolie standing up against the counter. She flashes her lovely smile at me and pulls me into a hug. I wasn't the type to display affection, but she was an exception. Of course I don't like her, but she's a good friend.

"Almost late huh?" She asks teasingly.

"Yeah, my teacher. It won't happen again though." I promised. She wasn't like a manager or anything, but I definitely looked up to her.

"Oh don't worry about it. He's a softie, he won't do anything." She flashed her smile.

"Where's Kenadee?" I asked, looking around the diner.

"Oh, she's with Mitch. You know it's almost her birthday, so he's getting her presents and helping with the birthday party." She admitted.

"How long is he staying?" I asked.

Mitch was her husband for 10 years. Little Kenadee was just 7. She hardly ever gets to see Mitch because he's always touring. I know it's hard on them but I'm sure they'll get through it.

"A few months, they're working on a new album." She admitted. "So are you going to be here for Kenadee's birthday?" She asked.

"Uh, I'll have to work all next week." I said apologetically. I didn't want to miss work, but I couldn't miss her birthday.

"It'll be here at the diner. Billy will let you take off. Won't you Billy?" She raised her voice so it was sounding a bit intimidating.

"Yeah, I'll just get someone to cover your shift." He admitted with a shrug.

"Thanks." I told both of them who gave me a smile.

I started looking around the diner and saw more people coming in. Some that were already there were finishing up their food.

"I think I'll get to work." I told Jolie, who just nodded.

I went by, waiting on tables and clearing them off. It wasn't a dull job, but it wasn't the best. Yeah, maybe I could have been doing something better as a job, but I didn't want to. Practical was perfect enough for me. I took an order up to the counter and noticed that Jolie was gone.

"Where's Jolie?" I asked Billy.

"She had to go meet up with Mitch. Do you think you can cover both shifts? I'll pay you double overtime?" He asked. I couldn't turn him down, he's given me so much.

"Sure. What time would she have gotten off?" I asked.

"12." He bluntly stated.

"Okay, just a couple extra hours. I can handle that." I smiled and grabbed the upcoming order.

As I carried the plate to the table, I heard the door ring. It was signaling that someone had come in, so I tuned my attention to it. Walking in was a tall, scrawny man. He wore all black, and had on attire that was covered in spikes. He turned and headed towards one of the booths away from the windows.

I saw that he was wearing a jacket with one sleeve cut off. The arm that was revealed was covered in tattoos. His jacked simply had the word 'Prophet' written on the back of it. Just from watching him, I was already scared. The thought of going up to this guy caused even more fear to erupt inside of me.

I sat the plate down on the table and walked quickly over to Billy.

"Looks like we have a tumbleweed." He chuckled. He called anyone who stuck out in the diner a tumbleweed. "Why don't you go take his order?" He asked.

I was hesitant about going over there. I didn't know him, and for all I did know, he resembled a serial killer. There was no way that I was going to end up dead. But of course, I couldn't say no to Billy. I smiled and nodded to him, before walking over to his table.

As I slowly approached him, I could see him better. His well chiseled jaw, his God like features. His lips could have practically been painted on. They held a very unique distinctiveness to them, the way they curved. I also saw that they held a ring between both of them. It was locked around his lower lip. He also had one entangled in his nose.

He didn't seem that bad, but I didn't want to judge off first impressions. I stopped nearly two feet from him, and watched as he overlooked the menu. Scanning through it continuously. I looked around and saw an older woman and a younger one get up to leave. I would have to get their plates and clear off the table for future customers.

"I'll be back for your order." I mumbled slightly. I turned around and was getting ready to walk away, when I felt a hand grasp hold of my wrist. I was pulled back and then released.

"I'll take the BLT and a black coffee." He spoke coldly.

I nodded and slowly walked back until I was out of his reach. I turned around and made out the order. I handed it to Billy as I walked by, going to the tables. I only serviced a few more tables before the bell was rang.

"Order's ready." Billy announced.

I sighed before going to the counter and picking it up. I leant down under neath the counter and grabbed a coffee mug, setting it down. With my free hand, I slowly poured the freshly brewed coffee. I finished, and picked it up, before walking over to him.

I laid the sandwich platter down, and the coffee above it. He didn't say anything, just sat back, staring at the food. I took that as an okay sign to leave. I turned and walked away to the bar, before sitting down. I was tired, and there weren't many people who would come in after 11.

That's where I sat, barely moving, unless it was to clear a table or wait on people. I was exhausted, but it didn't matter. One thing that did catch my attention was how the tumbleweed guy had been eating his sandwich for two hours. I didn't think it would take anyone that long to consume food.

Before I thought about it too long, Hannah and Oliver came in. It was their shift now. They would work late, like a few hours to closing, which was 3. The only difference was they'd have to come back in at opening, which is 7, and stay until 10. I greeted them before going to the back to put my things away.

"Night Ashley." Billy said as I walked from around the counter.

"Night. Take care. See you tomorrow." I waved off to him.

I went out the diner doors, going to my car. It was parked almost directly in front of the doors. I took out my keys, fumbling through them to find the right one. I ended up dropping them from my hands. I knelt to the ground, patting it softly, desperate to find them. I took out my phone and shone the flashlight, finding them behind the tire. I put my phone in between my teeth and picked them up.

I was still using the light, I needed to find the right key. When I found it, I unlocked the doors and climbed in. I put my phone in the cup holder and the key in the ignition. I looked up, seeing two piercing blue eyes looking directly at me. I couldn't move, it was like I was under a spell. They blinked, as if releasing me.

I couldn't quit staring at them, though. It was truly terrifying how they were looking past my eyes into me. It wasn't long before the eyes started to smirk. The starting of a motor and they were gone. I watched the red lights of a bike trail away and disappear.