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Chapter 8: She, The Planner of Fate.
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In a poorly lit room. Troy and Honey lay with their heads turned upward. Honey slumped on a bed, while Troy slept on the floor, with sheets and a camp bag placed beneath him like a mattress.
“You’re going to love it.” Honey was the first to speak, with her eyes lightly giving in to sleep, narrowing regardless of her words by the second. “We even have an art class.”
Troy only chuckled, shaking his head while she slapped herself awake.
“Troy.” The word was barely a whisper.
Troy turned to his left, only to see Honey, with her body now turned sideward, completely focused on him.
“What?” The narrowing of her eyes caused another chuckle to seep past his lips.
Her voice became softer. “You would do anything for me, right?”
“What?” Troy laughed after the words. “No.”
She clicked her tongue, “Please, okay, at least three times.”
“Three times of what—?”
“I get to ask you to do anything three times,” she urged, her words between a whistle and a whisper.
“What, no,” he laughed it off, hands pulling the sheets near his neck.
“Okay, two times.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll do the same thing.” She said, voice fading from sleep.
Troy paused for a while, clearly complementing what she meant.
He sighed. “Okay, but it shouldn’t be anything crazy.”
“Then what’s the point? Come on, let’s do it.”
And after the drain of a moment.
“Why not?”
But her reply never came; she had already succumbed to the comfort of sleep. An entity that at some point blessed most, but not him.
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{FOUR DAYS LATER}
Forks High, a school Troy didn’t know existed until he arrived in town. And now, he was leaving through the door on a random Saturday morning.
He was too smart for his own good, so he wasn’t at all worried about the results. But part of what made him feel uneasy was the way the teachers and staff looked at him when he took it.
Stolen novel; please report.
RING!
“Sup, woman,” Troy answered the phone. “Yeah, I think I did good.”
His eyes turned to the surroundings. It was empty, with woods on the far side, right in opposition to the parking lot.
“Okay. But how did the gig go?” His questions persisted. “But I mean, that’s half of what they offered?”
He sighed after Honey changed the topic. “Na, Gina’s uncle is selling the truck for 4th the price—”
Then suddenly, his head instinctively jolted beside him, right at the far woods. His phone lowered from his ear, eyes uneasily darting everywhere.
He definitely saw it, a strange blur that blipped past the far trees. But his conviction opposed all thought.
Then, Honey called out his name.
“Yeah, sorry.” He pulled the phone back to his ear. “That’s what I was saying, I’ll just buy it from him. And Gina might even persuade him to give me a discount.”
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{HOURS LATER}
“Troy!” Miss Cole threw an apron at Troy, who hadn’t even fully gotten halfway through the door. “Get started serving tables.”
She winked at his forced smile as he gave his bag to a waiter who was heading to the kitchen, and started walking to the stools.
“Troy, right.” A man interrupted from behind him. “Heard you’re starting with school.”
It took a second for Troy to realise who it was.
“Oh, Mr Charli—”
“—Swan.”
“Swan, of course.”
Charlie stood up, grabbed his gun, inserted it within his buckbelt, then turned to Troy, who was still forcing a smile beside him.
He raised a brow, “Why did it take so long?”
“Well, I just did the entrance thing, so I’m waiting for a reply.”
“Hmm, Bella didn’t have to deal with that.”
‘Bella?” The thought passed like the wind.
Charlie raised a hand to Troy’s shoulder, “If it flops, I’ll put in a good word.”
Then he started walking away, greeting Miss Cole before his exit.
“Troy!” Miss Cole yelled from the corner, “I agreed to let you work on weekends, so stop slacking off.”
Troy chuckled under his breath, moved to one of the tables, and proceeded to work.
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{HOURS LATER}
The clock had struck past 6 PM, with streetlights outside gleaming few and dim.
“Can you lock the doors?” Miss Cole said, staring at Troy, who was cleaning up some tables.
Troy raised a brow, “Me? Doesn’t Melissa lock—”
“Melissa is on leave.” She handed him the key. “And I’m going on a family trip on Monday so…”
“Monday? Wait, you want me to run it?”
“To look after it,” She corrected, “sorry, kid, it’s not like I can ask the others, they’re all irresponsible.”
Troy shook his head, hands passing the key forward in an attempt to hand it back, “Wait, Hans is responsible, why don’t you go to him. And besides, the test might be approved, meaning I’ll have school—”
“Kid, I’m giving you a promotion.”
The words stunned him to the core.
“I’ve been working here for 3 months.” He said, bewilderment lurking behind his words.
“And I’m saying it’s enough.” Miss Cole grabbed her handbag from the counter. “We don’t open on Sundays, so on Monday, don’t open late.”
The bell from the door rang as soon as it closed after her departure.
Troy sighed and, without even looking around, zoomed in blurs, cleaning everything from the stools to the floors in minutes.
And just as quirky, he locked the door behind him, his backpack overfilled with leftover lasagna, the kind employees had the privilege to eat.
He pulled out a phone.
RING!
“Okay, I’m not stupid. I know you said something.” Troy said through it, sighing when Honey, the person talking to him on the other side, replied. “Yeah, now because of you, I have more work for the same amount of pay… yeah, I know it piles up, but that’s not the point… I didn’t need the promotion… She asked me to open on Monday, which means I’m skipping the first day.”
Honey matters from the other end.
Troy laughed under his breath, “Yeah, I got the leftovers.”
Then, like a blur, he was gone.
~~~ [END]
Lol, the cellphone scenes are hard to write, hope you understand them and stuff. So the pauses ‘...’ are an indication that Troy is listening, and Honey is saying something.
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