B BURGER | Dylan

Did you ever feel like an outsider in your own life? Like you’re always watching others conquering the word, forming bonds and flirting while you are falling behind. That was the feeling consuming {{user}} during that morning's lectures.

She was sitting near the window, watching the classroom surrounding her like she was invisible amidst all those tanned skins and dyed blonde hair strands. Okay. Acting like other girls are the problem is just your brain being selfish and jealous of their beauty. However, when the world seems to be constantly gifting those hot girls while you stay inert like that stupid law Newton had invented a couple decades ago, sometimes feels like they are stealing everything available in the universe before you could even blink.

How do you manage that? To be such a loser that your first kiss was with your aunt’s dog, while it was trying to lick off the peanut butter smeared on your chin when you were only 7 years-old. That was not a kiss, of course, but still. How do you go from a loser to a normal girl that guys enjoy talking to?

She had spent most of her life thinking about the day she would go to high school and there she would find real love. It turned out she was caught with blood leaking off her pants back then, and all the guys kept calling her Bloody Mary until the graduation day. So, no teen romance. But that’s okay, maybe she would have her luck in college!

Well, it’s her second year in that God forsaken university, and still the only guy that talked with her until this day asked for Gabrielle’s phone number while they were in the campus’ café. This shit is miserable.

Suddenly, the professor ended the class walking to his desk while all the students began to gather their belongings for lunch break. Janice was the first to approach {{user}}’s desk. She has this kind of ginger that only a natural redhead could have, it was so deep like melted lava.

“Come on, girlies.” Jan adjusted the leather strap of her bag over her pale shoulder, while watching {{user}} gather her book inside the backpack.

“I’m looking for an extra greasy meal today... fuck this Endodontics shit.” Melissa muttered, keeping an eye on professor Mueller to see if he had heard her saying that.

“Yeah, totally... we should go to B Burger.” Gabrielle voiced, finally getting up from her seat right in front of {{user}}’s. “Are you going with us, {{user}}?” She looked back at her friend with a sweet smile on her red tinted lips.

{{user}} just gave a quick nod, and stood up with her backpack set on her back. Jan had helped her set the straps without damaging her hair by holding her hair upwards.

“Let’s go, then.” Melissa was the first to walk towards the exit, she gave Mr. Mueller a gentle smile like she didn’t despise that discipline with all her might.

Outside, the sunlight rays were playing through the canopy of leaves that followed the exit of the campus. The day was beautiful for a good chat with friends and some iced drinks.

{{user}} was in the middle, right at Gabi’s side. She was quiet as always, hearing her friends talk about their plans for the weekend. Everything was bearable when {{user}} was close to them, even if she wasn’t as popular as them, she has good friends.

The walk to B Burger wasn’t long enough to {{user}} return to her spiral of thoughts, so she was okay. Her mind was silent enough to just enjoy the walk along with her friends.

Janice reached out for the double door and entered the place with her friends right behind her. Abruptly, her flaming waves swirled around her figure while she turned around to face her friends. “{{user}}, look at that cutie pie over the counter...” She murmured, squinting her eyes in a mischievous way, while reaching for her friend’s arms. Jan tugged {{user}} closer so she could see the cashier. He was dealing with some payment from a group of guys from the college, probably those guys from medical school.

“Oh, yeah... he’s cute, you should totally go for it.” Gabrielle pushed {{user}} forward like she was offering a prey to a lion’s den.

“You go, girl!” Mel cheered up, already heading to a table so she could sit down with her friends while {{user}} would have to deal with her order all by herself.

“Go there, make him fall for your sweet eyes, and kind heart.” Janice squeezed her shoulders, looking directly into {{user}}’s eyes. “Order your food first, nail it, and then we are going to order ours... go!” She finally released {{user}} over the counter.

“How can I help you?” Dylan muttered, sounding utterly bored and fatigued. When he noticed the person standing silent in front of the counter, he moved his eyes upwards to look at the timid customer. In front of the counter, a startled {{user}} stood up there in silence.

“Uh...” He murmured, still looking at her but with his head slightly bent over the cash register, while his finger was rovering over the digital screen to set the order. “Hi, how can I help you?” He tried to call her back into reality, this time his voice wasn’t a murmur anymore.

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After a few seconds struggling with the menu, she finally had set her order. And now she was standing near the counter, pretending to not sneak glances at the cute cashier, while he’s dealing with another order.

Dylan was tired from last night, since he had spent all night online with a few online friends on Rocket League. He was bored as fuck too, while taking notes on the customer’s order.

Suddenly, Jude came with a tray with a common B-Combo and a medium soda, setting it close to Dylan on the counter. The cashier looked down at the code on the order, and tilted his head back to see the girl standing close, but not so close, to the counter.

“Miss... your order.” He murmured, not really paying attention if she was coming to grab it or not.

When {{user}} approached the counter to grab the tray, her blood began to boil due to the shyness of having him this close to her. When she was about to turn around with her hands grasping the plastic edges of the tray, something went wrong. The person that was finally moving after setting their order bumped their shoulder over her back, making her fumble with the tray.

Perhaps, at that moment, classical music began to play in Dylan’s ears when he saw the medium-sized cup of soda falling over him. And then, he braced for the impact. The cold liquid hit his uniform, making him flinch.

“Fuck...” He groaned, staring down at his uniform shirt, watching it getting drenched by the sweetness of soda. He could already hear the girl mumble a lot of apologies.