Brendan's P.O.V

"No, I'm a wheat thin!" She yelled back at me.

I didn't follow her as she stormed away though. I just stood there, in shock. I've heard someone call themselves a wheat thin before. I've heard that exact same voice before as well, but where?

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm a wheat thin."

Wait, that conversation. Was she the girl that ordered way too much food for her own good?

I rushed back to campus, trying to process everything in my head. 

• • • • •

Staring at the phone, my hand lingered over the buttons. I still had her number. I could still call her. But if the mystery girl wasn't her I'd be in some deep shit. Should I risk it all, or just play it safe until I 110% knew who it actually was?

Sighing once again, I dropped my phone on my nightstand and went to get ready for work. 

As I walked to the local Burger King, I counted off every single clue I had about the girl on the phone.

She spoke spanish, so did Valeria. Valeria spoke spanish fluently and learned it before she learned english. The mystery girl also had a big family, last time I checked Valeria had like forty cousins that she bitched about after every single family reunion. Mystery girl also went to my school, and obviously Valeria did as well.

Although, several people in my town also spoke spanish fluently and had big families. Arlowe Johnson's mother had nine siblings, so just on that side of the family she had twenty cousins. But she didn't speak spanish, she only speaks english fluently and is taking french as her second language.

Felipe Yanez spoke spanish fluently though, but most of his family is in Mexico and they all wouldn't have traveled to Oklahoma for a big party.

Slowly eliminating people in my head, I didn't realize that I actually passed the Burger King. Doubling back after realizing my mistake, I shook off all thoughts about my possible suspects and thought about how to make chicken fries instead.

I greeted Celine, then went to the back and started on an order. The phone rang, but I blocked out the ringtone and concentrated on frying burger patties. Celine's voice was faint as she answered and soon an audible click was heard.

She waltzed into the kitchen and clapped her hands to get the current cookers' attention. Heads turned up and she started to clear her throat.

"Okay guys, we have a massive order and can about four people drop what they're doing and attend to this?" She looked around the room and several people agreed to help. "Okay, Jaya has got three employees rushing over as they're on-call, so we won't get backed up after the football game between American and Glenmoore High." She nodded in my direction, "Brendan's leaving thirty minutes before the rally starts, so we'll be short a person."

Jonathan raised his hand and Celine called out his name.

"Hey, since the machine near the phone isn't working, what's the order."

Celine held up a piece of paper with neat print. "Okay, this girl ordered one Whopper Sandwich, a Classic Grilled Dog, one Garden Side Salad, a large Sprite along with a large cup of decaf coffee, a large order of french fries and onion rings and a Dutch Apple Pie."

Workers started mumbling around the room, but I stood there, frozen in my place. I remember that exact order from someone, specifically someone that threatened to ruin my reputation when I called her a very harmless name.

She called back, or someone managed to order the exact same thing she did 'coincidentally.' Which, to be honest, is highly unlikely because this town's population is around 200 and I think only one in two-hundred people would order all of that.

Maybe that was her, I thought she was still mad at me. Staring back at the stove again, I told myself that maybe it was Valeria Castillo, or a random girl. But, I still had a slight clue who it was.