A/N: I cringe every time I read the first chapter lol. Writing first chapters isn't always my favorite, so give it a shot it gets better :-)
Mercy
It was never difficult to pick out which top would fit me best. Conclusion; I didn't really care. As a daughter that comes from a simple, unethical family, I simply do my best and achieve what is within my reach, and not far beyond it.
Slacker? Probably not fully. Overachiever? Not quite there yet either. I stopped and stared, watching the restless coworkers of my family rush on by, waiting tables as I sat quietly in a stool back in the kitchen, reading as much as I could about US history.
I feverishly flipped pages, mentally hoping to fill my brain with knowledge that was qualified essentially for the final history test on Monday. Everything we had learned about our nation's history completely spread into the pages within every flip. Right at my hand, a book held so much knowledge is was almost impossible to pick which was more exciting. The fact that I didn't have to work due to my studying, or the fact that this book is highly comprehensible.
Maybe I should introduce myself.
My name is Serenity Carter. All American, a little bit of Ecuadorian, and quiet around those I down right hate. I loathed insensitive assholes that seem to fill this universe, one of which I wish I could burn.
Finals were finally being brought up, and the last few months of being a junior for me has been plainly lived behind the limelight; in the shadows. I tried to ignore attention, but it always caught up to me either way.
You could say I was a bit of a...pessimist. I rarely cared about everything and my reckless impulses were trailed with consequences I didn't consider twice.
My chocolate brown eyes gazed up ahead of me, watching Riley Manor's focused expression. His gorgeous, bright piercing sapphire eyes directly eyeing the chef, his eyebrows scrunched up as he blew air out of his perfectly full lips.
He was the definition of attractive. I couldn't help but smile, watching as his hand came up to loosen the black tie that complimented his attire. I had a full on crush on him, but his attitude was one that I hated, but I could never get over.
"Sari! C'mon! Get off that stool and come help your mom with drink orders!" My mother yelled across the kitchen, obviously being aware of my lack of concentration the second Riley walked in. I just couldn't bare to see him flirt around with other females, bluntly ignoring my presence. And yet I was stupid enough to have a minor crush. But minor was an understatement.
The second I wrapped my mind around my surroundings, I was strictly being ordered to refill drinks as my mother - who was still pretty young to have a seventeen year-old daughter and a five year-old little boy in her mid thirties - was ordering the types of flavors.
Cup after cup, grasping them between my small hands and pushing down the lever for the flavoring, bubbled drink. Coke, Sprite. Different types of citrus sodas after one and the other. It was as if my motoring skills were controlled by a multitasking urge. While my mind was on Riley, other things were occurring.
"Get out of here, you troublesome punks!" My father's deep, angered tone rasped as he yelled. My body instantly turned, ceasing my actions and removing the cup from the lever. Immediately the flavored liquid stopped. The dinning room was completely silent.
Chestnut hazel eyes eyed my father with boredom, unfazed from the loud, aggressive tone like he hears that type of fury every second of his life. I was almost convinced he had been bluntly staring with amusement behind his small smirk. Light stubble beard and small gauges into his ears. I could see the eyebrow piercing basically glistening in the diner's lights. His hair was jet black and styled up, eyes directly towards my father's firm, tall figure.
The tattooed boy was accompanied by two other imbeciles. He had a denim sleeveless jacket on, a white tank top beneath and black skinny jeans, allowing any senior citizen walking by to judge him based on his completely inked skin.
My breath caught in my throat as I eyed the three, the black quiff's absolute twin's hands were dug into his denim pockets, a black tee covering his lean figure. This one had blue eyes that could painfully shoot daggers into your heart with just one look. His hair was a dark brown, not black like his brother's, and it was styled up just exactly. Inked skin his tee revealed as well. Two piercings pocking from underneath his lip.
God these guys like tattoos, I thought to myself.
But it wasn't those two who shocked me. Chestnut brown curls messily pushed back, pale green eyes glaring into my fathers as he simply shrugged his shoulders, the black tank top loose on his body, tight black jeans matching. I could see his tattooed arms, not as covered in that ink that seemed horrifying to many elderly, but absolutely attractive to naive, younger girls. He had a good body on him.
Jesus, I was definitely sugar coating his fucking beauty.
Complete face drawn by angels, body carved directly from hell.
It wasn't as simple as that. I took my time scanning his body, taking in this marvelous piece of artwork all to myself. Maybe if I had been paying more attention, I could be aware of the soda spilling onto the floor, the cup bursting against the tiled floors behind the counters where I stood. The substance hissed onto the floor, my mood jumping from blank to completely embarrassed.
I literally stopped everything I was doing, including staring at the tattooed guy in my father's restaurant. My body was frozen once all eyes were on me, and I could only feel the flesh at my cheeks turning pink with heat. My heart was bound to beat right out of my chest.
Why am I suddenly so nervous, God damn it, I cursed.
The emerald eyes that held a green to them were beautiful, and it caught me off guard as they stared into mine. I felt a strand of my hazel brown hair flow towards my face, and I quickly stroked it behind my ear with haste. My mother was instantly at my side, eyeing me with confusion before I shook my head reassuring her I was fine.
I couldn't quite shake off the feeling I got when his eyes met mine. Everyone had currently turned back to the four men. I didn't know what they did to cause such irritation towards my father, but whatever they did was surely enough to piss him off. My father wasn't a man to be straightforwardly rude.
The ice began to melt, faster than my cheeks to be honest. Averting my eyes from him, I couldn't seem to escape his sight. I could feel them burning into my olive skin. I scurried on my feet, swallowing the lump in my throat. I hadn't noticed it at first.
"What is wrong with you, Serenity Ryan Carter!" Mother hissed, her chocolate brown eyes glancing into mine as she began to mop the mess from the floor.
I began to stutter, unfortunately. Everything that boy had eyes on would melt like molted magma beneath his laser eyes. "Serenity." She whined, rolling her eyes before turning on her flats.
Like a cat, I felt the goosebumps on my skin crawl up my arms and spine, the hair raising up on my neck. I pushed back the sleeves on my elbows, hitching the black fabric up before realizing the boys were still causing a scene with my father.
Apparently, he had noticed curly's intense stare in his daughter's direction. That was enough to set him off, of course. I had the urge to roll my eyes, but ceased the urge once my father started yelling again.
His index finger pointed directly into curly's handsome face. The slight grey hairs on my father's head was slick back, pushed back as he ran his other hand through the jelled hair. If there was one thing I understood about my father, it was how overprotective he was when it came to boyfriends and such. Even a guy like him staring would set him off.
I could tell my father's face was flushed crimson.
"I will call the police if you do not get out right at this instance!"
A snicker left his plump, heart-shaped lips were curved at the corners into smirks. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest. The look of pure mischief glowed in his eyes like a campfire.
"Fine, we're out. There's horrible service here anyway. Although...I'd love to be waited by that beauty." he replied coolly, head nodded in my direction. Despite the heat on my cheeks and the jump start my heart survived, I felt suddenly angered these boys were toying with my father and his property.
My lips pressed into a thin line, curly's attitude making him ugly in the inside despite his compliment and appearance. He seemed a bit shallow with his duo clique following him behind him.
Father turned on his heel once the delinquents were out of sight. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding inside. Like I had expected, his face was flushed red, ears hot like small candles. I stood straight up, continuing to refill drinks.
The creases on my father's forehead were now disappeared almost entirely as he walked into his office, firmly closing the door but not having the heart to slam it.
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My body fell against the light peach comforter, soft against my skin. Again I blew air from my mouth, eyes locked onto the light on my ceiling right above me. My soft, hazel brown curls were spread against the comforter beneath my head.
I could only feel the exhaustion my bones were enduring. All I needed was a warm shower, something to relax me. I pushed the black shoulder bag from my bed, letting it fall with a simple thump onto the wooden floorboards that were newly polished when we first moved in five years ago.
In my denim pocket, I felt the device vibrate irritatingly. Again I sighed with annoyance before reaching my slim fingers against the black, thin phone.
(1) New Message
Clary: Boy troubles are constant with a face like mine. :'(
I couldn't help but chuckle at her, knowing that insecurities were nothing to joke around about. Fair enough, I had them, too, like always every female being in this world. Clary wasn't very good at getting a guy's attention. She wasn't ugly at all, and I've said it many times. She is just very...enthusiastic. And maybe a little scary.
My fingers swept and tapped against the screen, holding the vivid light above my face in concentration.
Seri: Gah, you'll get over it. There is a guy out there for your pretty face. ^.^ Get your hopes you.
Clary: I would if I could. -.- did you meet any...cute guys..hmm?? ;)
It just so happened that her text sent me back to earlier today, picturing the curly haired boy's face, his plump lips and oh...those eyes. I had to stop myself before I had gotten lost, but the thought of his beauty was greatly ripped to sheds at the thought of his cockiness returning as well.
Seri: Just so happen I did...and he called me a 'beauty'...
Clary: Tell me...tell me now, you little whore.
I stiffled another cackle at her "insult".
Seri: He was tatted, ya little shit. Gotta admit he was hot...personality wise..not so much.
Clary: Ugh! So he's a jerk...hmm...guess we can both be glad there is a place for us lonely women.
Seri: Ben and Jerry's ice cream?
Clary: I was going to suggest we'd turn lesbian, but that works completely, too! ;)
I was suddenly snorting with laughter at her, considering her humor was at times both inappropriate and highly scolded by my parents. To begin with, Clary wasn't liked by my parents. They thought she'd influence me into things that were no good for someone like me. But who am I? I'm much worse than Clary could be.
Seri: I'll give Riley another go, maybe. ??
Clary: Who knows? Maybe this arousing male could be the one.
I snorted, continuing with rolling my eyes right afterwards.
Seri: hahahaha, funny. -.- no. doubt it. He'd want to get into my pants first.
Clary: all true love starts out with the little help of hate....;)
Seri: He's not my type.
It had no intentions to be with the guy or even get to know him. I certainly was attracted to his appearance, but no other part of him. And it would obviously be hard for me to base off a relationship on looks. But why was I even talking about this? I won't see him again probably, and I was hoping that for the best.
Clary: I doubt you'll be saying that soon.
Seri: Yeah, well I don't. He doesn't seem like my type.
Clary: We'll see. ;)
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