Riverside novel Chapter 7

While I did enjoy working too much, I was honestly a bit glad that I could work more hours now that I wasn't on the cheerleader squad. I wanted to try earning my more rather than relying on my parents. I knew many teenagers my age weren't so fortunate and had to work for their own money.

Unfortunately, Peggy also used it as an opportunity to act like a complete jerk towards me. She rarely went to the movies right after school, so I was surprised to see her and a few other cheerleaders show up shortly after my shift began.

However, I did have to deal with people worst than here while working here, so it wouldn't be too bad. Hopefully.

They got to the front of the line for the concession stand and Peggy gave me a fake smile. "Oh, hi, Arden!" she said. "I totally forgot that you work here. What a coincidence, us being where you work."

"Yeah," I said. "So, what can I get you?"

All at once, they began giving me their orders. I wasn't even going to bother trying to compete with Peggy at the moment. I knew she was doing this to irritate me, but there was no way she was going to get through to me.

She had no idea what I was capable of and I knew at the end, it was going to be her as the irritated one.

I wrote down only the orders I heard over all the talking and once they finished, I read it back to them. I was bound to miss a few, which only got them to talk over each other again, frustrated that their order was missed. So I, once again, wrote the ones I heard.

We went back and forth like that until I got all the orders, but I knew it wasn't going to be the end of them trying to irritate me. Once I handed them their popcorn, Peggy looked at hers with a scoff. "I believe I wanted extra butter," she said.

"Oh, sorry," I said. "That will be an extra eighty-cents."

"What?" she asked. "No no. I ordered extra butter, right, girls?" Everyone behind her nodded.

"Really?" I asked. "Okay, let me just read back the whole order, which I did twice. And nowhere on your receipt does it say extra butter. If you really wanted it, you would have corrected me the first two times I read it out to you."

Peggy glared at me, but she knew I was right so she pulled out eight-cents out of her wallet and handed it over to me. I took the coins and placed them in the cash register before closing it, then adding extra the extra butter onto it.

When I handed it to her, she peered into the bag. "That is way too much butter," she said.

"That's the amount we always put on for extra butter," I said. "Maybe you should have stuck with your original order."

She handed it back to me. "I can't eat this. I want another bag, extra butter, but not that much."

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