"Can you start working now? I know you just got here and everything, but we honestly need a lot of help. All of the other students are arriving, and they always come for a good cup of joe."

I sighed as I looked down at the face of my new manager, Carey, who was a hot mess. Her mahogany hair,  loosely bound in a high bun, had chucks of flour smeared into it. Her black pencil skirt clearly displayed how hectic work was today--huge blotches of coffee were splattered all over the front. Her face was flushed, and her nostrils flared as she tried catching her breath. However, she was quite pretty; her huge blue eyes were the color of the Caribbean ocean, and I envied her flawless skin. 

"I don't know," I replied solemnly and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ears. "I really wanted to relax and take in my surroundings and-"

"Please," she begged. Her lips pouted slightly, making a pang of guilt appear in my chest. I thought I saw tears brimming on her bottom eye-lids. "Just for three hours at least."

Ugh. The day kept on getting better and better.

I wanted to reject her plea, but I honestly needed the money for books, food, clothing, and other necessities. I promised my parents that if I came to Stanford, I would pitch in with the money, and this was the only place hiring right now.

I could see why. Rose's Cafe was a hot spot on campus. Everyone came there to socialize, to grab a cup of delicious coffee or hot chocolate, and to then go to class happily. The black plastic tables each had a large vase of red roses on them, and the swivel seats had soft red, beaded cushions on them. The dark lighting, and the soft pinks and whites on the walls had a calming effect on all of the costumers. 

"Fine. Only for three hours." I grabbed the striped apron from the counter that we were talking near and put in on. 

"Oh, you're an angel! I love you!" She leaned in and kissed me twice, once on each cheek. Before I could even gasp, she ran off towards customers to greet them.

Awkward.

"Don't worry, I'll be here to help you," A petite, brown-haired girl sat down at the stool next to me. Her almond shaped eyes had long lashes, her small lips were tinted with coral, and her high cheekbones were to die for. Walt Disney must've created Mulan based off of her looks.

Goddammit, why were all the females at Stanford drop-dead gorgeous? I just wanted to see one butt-ugly person walk into this cafe.

One ugly person besides me.

"Awesome. My name's Belle," I replied and stuck out my hand in front of me.

Without hesitation, the girl took my hand and shook it softly. She smiled at me, flashing her pearly whites. "Brynn. Nice to meet you! Where are you from? I just flew in from New York yesterday. It's my freshman year."

I grabbed a yellow notebook off of the counter. Jamming my hand into my back pocket of my jeans, I grabbed a manila-colored rubber band to tie my hair into a pony tail. "Same. I live in Alabama."

A snort escaped Brynn's mouth, and her hands instantly flew to cover up her laughing. However, she giggled again, even louder this time.

What was so wrong about being from the South? I mean, sure people drank a lot. And cared a ton about their appearances. And didn't have manners. And talked with stupid accents. And smelled like poo. And got married super early and popped out hundreds of kids.

Okay, nevermind. 

"Excuse me," she chortled and held the left stomach right above her hips with her right arm. She took a pause before continuing. "I took one good look at your boots...Just excuse me. I laugh at everything. Like, I laughed at the my uncle's funeral when they were burying him. It wasn't funny, but I still laughed. Okay, maybe it was sorta funny. My uncle was four hundred pounds, and the workers almost broke their backs trying to carry his body."

Note to self: Burn these boots.

I looked at her, totally shocked about how crazy she was. I found it quite amusing, though. So, I strengthened my Southern accent and said the first thing that popped into my mind, "Peeeea-nuts."

Brynn began laughing even more. Her eye squinted tightly, and tears cascaded down the sides of her face. "Oh my God. I-I-I." She stopped speaking for a second. "I love-e-e you so much. You're too-o- funny. Let's be friends!"

What were my options? Be friends with a nutcase or keep my dignity?

Not like I had any dignity anyways, so I chose to be friends with a nutcase.

"Okay. Let's just get started on the orders, shall we? Maybe we hang out after our shift is over," I declared. Brynn nodded in agreement before heading off to a table in the back with an elderly couple making out.

Ew. 

They looked like a pair of puppies licking each other, but they weren't cute.

I scanned the area for new customers. At the upper-left booth, three tall and attractive guys were chatting and having a good time. They were the stereotypical college guys--each of them had perfectly gelled hair that wouldn't move even if there was a hurricane, and they were wearing polos and/or T-shirts with jeans. One of the guys had a pair of aviators on.

Was it "Douchebag Day" at college?

If it was, I didn't get the memo.

I walked over to them with a smile glued onto my face. When they noticed me, they stopped talking and started chuckling quietly. I ignored their laughs, pushing away the thoughts in my mind that they were laughing at me.

Maybe they thought the person behind me was funny.

Yeah, because they would totally find a woman typing on her laptop hilarious.

"Hi, I'm Belle, and I'll be your waitress today. How can I help, y'all?" I spoke confidently. I felt my cheeks burn as I realized that I just said 'y'all' with a heavy accent.

Oh, Lord. Irony at its best. When I was at home. I talked normally, but now, once I got out of the South, I talked like an idiot.

Why did God hate me so much?

Sure, I only went to church three times in my entire life, but I swear I was paying attention during the mass.

Well, I tried to pay attention until I fell asleep and fell onto an old lady.

"What do ya fine gents want? I want a fine piece of corn on da cob and a beer," the guy with the aviators joked as he attempted to mimic my voice. 

He was really attractive. His brown hair fell slanted on his forehead, and his brown eyes looked like chocolate. His lips weren't that full, but they matched his face perfectly. When he spoke, he revealed his perfectly sculpted teeth. From what I could tell, he worked out--his polo was somewhat tight, so I could faintly see the outline of his abs.

"We like ya boots, Miz. They're nice and fancy, ya know." I turned my head to see that the blond guy next to him was playing the game, too.

Game on, bitches.

"Look, boys! We have a Southern lady in our presence," The third guy shouted and looked me straight in the eye, causing me to stare down at my boots.

C'mon, Belle, be a man!

Not like I have balls to be one.

"More like hillbilly." The guy with the aviators smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. He winked at me with his left eye, causing me to blush even more.

"A hot one at least," The blondie mumbled. He picked up a red napkin on the table and started doing origami with it. I thought he was making some sort of hat.

After a second, I regained my confidence. With my hands, I patted down my apron, lifted my head up high, and took a deep breath. "What can I get you?" I grinned widely, hoping that I didn't look like a total loser.

Aviators man huffed loudly and stood up. I was pretty tall for a girl, and he still towered over me. My shoulders hunched forward in fear, causing the guy to smile after seeing his effect on me. We stood there about five seconds before he said anything.

"We're going to leave. We have stuff to do. Anyways, have a crappy day." He hesitated as his eyes searched my blouse for a name tag. After another second, he continued. "Well, I don't know what your name is, hillbilly, but I hope to see you around. Yeehaw! Giddy up!" He trotted out awkwardly with his partners-in-crime following right behind him.

I closed my eyes once they left, trying to regain my composure. I was so close to punching that ass in his face.

But, ya know, that would've gotten me fired. 

And I was also a teeny-weeny scared of that boy with the aviators.

So, for the rest of my shift, I sprinted around fulfilling the orders of customers. The only difference between working at the diner back home and the diner here was that the customers here were rude and rich, not just rude. One mother insulted my hair (she told me it looked like a bird pooed on it), but when she paid, she gave me a twenty dollar tip.

I felt like a prostitute with all this money in my pocket. 

Maybe I should drop out of school and become a stripper. I bet a ton of boys would want a lanky, awkward girl with no coordinate pole-dancing in front of them.

At the end of the day, I earned about three hundred in tips. Thank the Lord for rich people! Since I was such a nice human being, I decided to ask Brynn if she wanted to go out to eat after I changed into more suitable clothes. She agreed, and on the way home, we discovered that we lived in the same dorm on the same floor.

"My feet are aching in these boots. I'm going to go change," I groaned while removing one of my shoes in front of the closed door of my room. My fingers slowly massaged the arch of my foot. 

"Yeah. Please do. My eyes are aching just looking at those boots." She winked at me and sprinted down a few doors until she reached her room. I was going to yell at her, but then I decided that it would take too much energy.

Slowly, I removed the key from my butt pocket and shoved it into the keyhole. With my left hand, I turned it until the door opened a few inches. I kicked it open with my bare foot, revealing Elise and a guy sitting on the mocha-colored sofa faced towards the TV. Elise, now wearing a pair of light pink sweatpants and a heather gray tank, was whispering to the boy. I couldn't really see what the stranger looked like because his face was behind the bitch's huge head. However, when Elise turned towards me to roll her eyes, I could clearly see her friend.

Oh, shit.

"Hey, hillbilly! Guess we're going to be seeing a lot of each other. I'm Nick Monroe, Elise's cousin," He chuckled while Elise put her hands over her face.

Nick Monroe was the guy with the aviators.

Yeehaw. 

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So, Belle met Brynn and Nick! What do you think of them? 

Tell me what you think! Nick's picture is on the side. I wish I could also but Brynn's but it only allows one photo. Brynn is played by Brenda Song.

Hope you like the song! 

Oh, btw, anyone want to create me a trailer? I would LOVE it if you could XD

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Until next time!

Yeeehaw.