"Why do you idiots always ruin anything that I try to do? Why?" Caleb asked at the silent room of his friends.
Everybody was silent, Caleb looked like he was on the verge of crying.
"Why do you treat me differently? What did I ever do to you guys? Everytime something bad happens, you always blame it on me. Yeah, I did some bad stuff, yeah I wasn't honest. But, if Fred beat up Diana and Sana, and I wasn't even there, why would you blame me? What's even the problem? Do you guys hate me or something? Is it because I'm obviously not perfect? Come on, we're teenagers, we're 16 years old! And your expectations are sky high for all of us! I'm sorry that I smoke, I'm sorry that I like guys, I'm sorry that I'm "insensitive" and "self absorbed". You know why you call me that? Because, you all know your flaws, but you blame them on me! Always me! Nobody else! When has Blake ever been accused of not cleaning his space? When has Bella Cherry ever been accused of skipping work to flirt with guys? When has Catherine ever been accused of messing people's orders on purpose for "scientific purposes?" When has Diana ever been accused of eating the customers food? When has Fred ever been accused of making people's sundae's melt because he was too busy trying to get the perfect angle? When has Hallie ever been accused of slipping and falling and ruining everybody's hotdogs? When has Patrick ever been accused of getting syrup in his hair? When has Paris ever been accused of being snotty towards the customers? When has Sana ever been accused of being boring? When has Ty ever been accused of not taking orders correctly because of his social anxiety? And when has Whitney ever been accused of being too lost in song that she forgets everybody's orders? That's the thing, you all have never been yelled at to the point where you don't understand that pain! Everything is always my fault, I'm always the bad guy! And you all think that you all are so perfect! It's to the point where I accepted you no matter what race you were, what gender you were, if you like girls or guys or both or none and wherever you came from! But, I guess the love was never given to me, you all care too much about yourselves and your job that you forgot what compassion is! Everybody hates me, and that's why I hate myself! This energy that you all give me makes me want to kill myself! You all don't care about me, you all saw me as somebody with an attitude worse than Paris! Paris! Paris fucking Sine! Are you serious! Of course, blame the crackhead for everything wrong! It's not my fault that I'm fucked up in the head! All of you have played a role in making me who I am! What's even more fucked up is that these me of the people who think that they are perfect have fucked up lives! Your dad died! Your brother's a murderer! You're poor! You're being abused! How about me! I mispronounce one word and you come for my neck! It's always me! Always! You all are just chickens and you don't want to get beheaded because you're scared of the pain! How about me! How do I feel getting all the yellings? How do I feel when I get backlashes by people behind my back? Why do you all listen to each other and not me? It's always a fight, 12 against one! Always! Every day ever since I came here. Blake has been the ring leader and tries to convince everybody that I'm the odd one out! You all have done nothing! Nobody except Sage has done anything! And I thought for a good minute that he could be somebody who actually wanted to be my friend! Wrong! You all took him to your side and then turned him against me! Until just now, just right now, I wasn't truly alone in my life and in this group! Why is it when I have feelings, they don't matter! Why! Why! TELL ME YOU IDIOTS!"
The tears that Caleb was holding in started to fall, and he started to bawl like crazy.
Everybody else started to feel bad for him, but nobody comforted him.
Nobody said a word after Caleb was crying for a minute.
Suddenly, Caleb sniffled.
"You know what? None of you are worth my time! I need to go to my actual love! Somebody that actually loves me! Not like you self absorbed empty emotionless assholes! And you know what! I'm quitting as a server! I can't handle the abuse that I go through because I'm different! I thought we were all supposed to love each other and have each other's backs! Guess I was wrong."
Caleb started to turn around and he exited the shop as well.
Everybody just remained silent as could be.

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Servers
HumorSet in the flip verse, Papa Louie hired 15 servers for his restaurants. All from different cities, different lifestyles, and different personalities. Some know each other. Some relationships will develop, and somebody will cheat on their love. The o...