Vanessa's POV.

With that, I hung up and ran towards the school parking lot. We both bid goodbyes, and I drove. I reached my home, parked my car, went inside, and put my car keys on the hanger. I had to go to work, so I took some rest.

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After some time, my alarm started ringing, waking me up. It's 5:30 now. I ran towards my bathroom. I got ready in just 20 minutes, took my car keys, locked my house, and drove. I work at F's restaurant as a waiter there. I get a decent salary. My house was under my dad after he died, and it was transferred to my name.

Sometimes, Grandma sends me money, but I never accept it. Still, she puts it in my bank account. I just let it be there; I never took a penny from it. I like to be independent; I don't want to be a burden to my grandma, so I work for myself.

I reached the restaurant, parked my car, and went inside. I changed my clothes.

"Hey, V, it's Kim, my coworker."

Kim Remmington,

He's kind, talented, and sporty. He's 6 feet tall, with brown hair and blue eyes. He's very attractive and very popular among girls. He has this charming personality, always smiling and kind towards others.

"Hi, Kim."

"What happened? You look weak," he asked with concern in his blue eyes.

"Nothing, just school stress."

"Don't stress so much, V," he said, out of concern.

"Vanessa... stop chatting and come here, please." It's our manager, Mr. Black.

"Yes, Mr. Black."

"Take orders from table number 8," he said.

"Ok." I walked towards that table. I saw four people, two boys, and two girls, talking to each other. I reached there.

"Your order, please," I asked, smiling.

After seeing who they are, my face dropped. It's them! Aron and Remand with two girls I've never seen before.

Fuck my life. Why does this happen to me all the time?

"Look! Who do we have here, guys?" Remand said.

Looking at me like I am his new puppy. I said nothing. I stood there, watching them. Aron was looking at me with something in his eyes. I can't understand why he was looking at me like that. It was like he wants to say something but he can't.

"Who's this, Rey? Do you know her?" A girl sitting beside him asked with curiosity.

"Yes, she is Vanessa Foster, my schoolmate." Coming towards me, he wrapped his hands around me and said, "She is my favorite girl in school," Remand said, looking at me.

I took his hands off me and moved aside slowly. My action shocked him.

"Your order, please," I asked them politely.

Aron gave me his order first, then all of them gave it one by one. I gave it to Kim.

Staring at me, he asked, "What happened, V?"

Looking down, I said, "I don't want to go back there." Glancing at that table, he said, "Okay, Ashley! Can you take this to table number 8?" he asked.

"Okay, no problem," she said.

She took that order with her. I was helping Kim here. Then Ashley came back to me. "They're asking you to go there," she said. Kim looked at me."If you feel uncomfortable, I'll go there and tell them you aren't available, okay?"

"No, no, it's okay, I'll go," I assured her.

I walked back to table 8. Quietly, I started serving them. Suddenly, Raymond pushed my hand. The soup bowl slipped from my hand and fell all over the table and onto Raymond's t-shirt. I started apologizing to him.

"What the fuck! You ruined my t-shirt," he shouted, without listening to me.

"Call your manager, right now," he shouted.

Mr. Black ran towards us. I was scared for my job. He started complaining about me to Mr. Black.

Mr. Black, with much difficulty, cooled the situation down. After everything calmed down, he called me to his office. He started explaining to me that they were rich kids and regulars at this restaurant. Raymond came into the office while Mr. Black was speaking.

"Mr. Black, I don't want this girl here. Next time when I come here, I should not see her or else you will face the consequences," Raymond said, and then he left the office.

"I'm sorry, Vanessa; you're fired. Please leave," Mr. Black said with a sad expression. I didn't say anything. I just nodded and left.

Tears were flowing from my eyes. I changed my clothes, took my car keys, and walked outside. There I saw Raymond walking towards his car alone. I ran towards him. I pulled him back and gave him a hard slap on his face.

He was shocked by my action. "What's your problem? Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?" I asked him.

"You are a monster!" I shouted, crying.

He wasn't saying anything; he was just looking at me. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand. Was it pity, or was he feeling sorry for me? Angry tears were flowing from my eyes. "Say something, you asshole," I shouted.

I was crying hard. "You are a monster; I hate you." With that, I left him there and walked towards my car and left that place.