Bad just got worse. I
was already working on a Friday night; then I had to serve my crush’s group
date.
“Here’s your
Pepsi, Sierra Mist and Crush. Your pizzas are almost done.” Gina was giggling
with a friend; the jock, ‘Lance’ according to his letterman’s jacket, had his
arm around her.
“Thanks…
’Spencer’,” he smirked, pointedly reading my name tag.
Gina caught my
glance, and smiled. I blushed, started walking away, and tripped over Lance’s
outstretched foot.
As I stood, their
laughs and whoops stung my ears; I saw Gina, laughing as hard as anyone;
my soul was crushed.
This was my entry for Weekly Challenge #182 - "Crush" (Week Ending 10/16/2009).
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