Chương 32: FIRST DAY AT WORK

Emma sighed heavily as she served the last table before her shift comes to an end. Her whole body was aching from the three hours of steady running around to take orders and to serve in response to the orders taken. She was famished, but grateful that it had all come to an end. she also knew that it would get better with time;first times were usually the worst.

"Wheew, finally." She muttered, removing the café's uniform and badge and placing it in one of the racks in the worker's closet. Picking up her bag which was in the same row with the racks, she trudged out of the room, humming the fifth harmony's 'it's all about black magic'.

Saying a few byes to her co workers, she walked out of the Ac-overrun café into the enclasp of the hot sun. Cursing at the sun tiredly as she walked; she took out a yellow stripped scarf from her pocket, and wiped her face rigorously; some beads of sweats had already made their way across her forehead.

"Hey." A male voice called out.

But Emma continued on her course. She wasn't in the mood for guys who thought they were handsome enough to stop a girl, walking. They were all egotistical brats. She thought.

"Hey." The voice called out again, for the second time; this time holding her by the hand, thus stopping her movement forcefully.

"Yes!" She shouted, getting irritated at his touch for no apparent reason. She blamed it on her tiredness.

Turning around to look at the unlucky guy which had interrupted her walking pace, she found herself looking into a pair of deep blue eyes. Derek came to her thought. But taking note of his blond short hair, she scoffed, then blamed her mind. It seemed to be thinking of the ponytailed guy with deep blue eyes very much.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you." The guy said, smirking. He was slightly amused at the human's feistiness which reminded him of his sister. What had caught his attention about her and stayed was her deep red hair. He hadn't seen a hair as long and as red as hers. It made her look fierce, but more beautiful too.

"I just saw you around the corner, and I thought…" He was saying, when he was interrupted by a girl.

"Chasing after another girl again?" She said, dropping a knock on his head.

"No sis. I just wanted to say hello." He replied, scratching the spot where the knock had dropped earlier, as he pouted his lips at his sister.

Emma watched the display between the duo and found herself smiling. She knew they were siblings; their similar blond hair type and deep blue eyes already sold them out. They also got her thinking of home. She missed her sister, Amelia.

"Sorry for the disturbances that my brother might have caused you. He is always like this." The girl said to her, before dragging her brother away from the spot to a red car that was parked by the road.

Watching them enter the car and zoom off, Emma wondered when she would have her own car. She didn't think she could keep up with this walking, or keep calling Clem daily to pick her up for school; even though she knew he would love to help. She hated being a disturbance or pest. 'Seems I would be calling up Papa sooner than I thought.' She muttered, crossing the road to the other side.

Taking out her phone out of her side pocket, she scrolled to the call log; already deciding to call Clem. She didn't think she could walk the distance home now in her current state. She was very tired.

She paused as she came across Derek's number on her contact list. She had saved his number with Bean head.

"Should I call him?" She mused, debating on whether to call him or Clem. She decided on the latter. She wouldn't let Derek to see her in her tired state, her hair was already sticking out at the ends.

She had resolved in the worker's closet back at the café to always carry some make up items in her purse like powder, and the lip gloss, the comb too as her sister, Amelia, usually does. It would save her from looking disheveled after a tiresome day at work.

"Emma."

Emma cursed inwardly as she heard the all too familiar voice call out her name. 'Speaking of the devil..' she muttered, as she turned to face the cute owner of the voice.

"You look stressed out." He said, as he reached her spot. He ran his fingers over her hair in a bid to tame those which had stuck out, down.

"I know." She replied monotonely, trying to ignore the rush of feelings and the cloud of emotions his hand running over her hair had invoked.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I came for you." He replied.

Okay, the dude knew his way with words. Emma concluded, looking away from his face. She might zone out on him, if she kept staring back at him.

"Let's go. I came with a car." He said, taking her bag from her, and flinging it across his left shoulder; then intertwining their hands together, like it was a normal thing to do.

"Derek.." Emma whispered, she didn't understand the tingling feelings that were assailing her body at his touch. 'what would happen if they kissed then?' She thought, and shuddered.

Derek seeing his little witch shudder thought she had developed a fever.

"Are you feeling feverish?" He asked worriedly, palming her face with his hands as he stared deeply into her forest green eyes.

'Hell yeah' Emma screamed inside her. The other type of feverish though. She thought as she stared back into his deep blue eyes. Her heart was racing, pounding sporadically at her chest. She felt faint.

"No, I'm okay." She finally said, removing his palms from her face. She was too young to die. She thought, trying to calm her heart.

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Chương 33: "BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.."

The car was a Mercedes-Benz, a C-300 Sedan. It was a little bit rough around the edges and the trunk region was stained with a couple of brown spots. Emma thought that those brown spots might have been coffee stains; for in her three hours shift at the café, she discovered that the county inhabitants really liked coffee- They could wake up by 12am and still demand for coffee.

"It's my Dad's car." Derek mentioned. He had been watching as his little witch ran her eyes tro and fro the car, and he wondered whether she was sizing the car up. It didn't matter to him though, his was better; at least after Aaron works on it.

"Oh, okay." She muttered, absentmindedly.

'What is she thinking of now?' Derek thought, as he stared at his little witch keenly. She still stood at the same position where she had been when he pointed out his car earlier; still staring at the car.

"If you don't like the car, we could…" He was saying, when he was interrupted.

"No, not at all." Emma said in a rush, turning her eyes away from the car and looking up at him.

"The car is okay." She stated, before walking off to where the car was packed; it was sandwiched between two Volkswagens.

"Oh.." Derek muttered, grateful that he wouldn't have to call Aaron or Shane to pick them up. The duo were two different versions of trouble that he didn't need now.

"Aren't you coming?"

He heard Emma call out to him. She was already at the passenger's door. He increased his walking pace until he got to the car.

"What are we going to do about these cars ?" She asked, pointing at the Volkswagens which had sandwiched his car.

Before he could reply, two men carrying grocery bags walked towards them. It was clear to Emma that the men who looked to be in their mid thirties were just coming from the grocery shop two feet away from where they were standing. It made her remember that she had settled on getting a cooking book for herself from the store; there was food at home but she couldn't cook. She couldn't survive on oatmeal everyday, neither would she call Clem.

"Seems their owners are here." Derek muttered, also taking note of the two adults walking towards them.

"I'm sorry." The shorter man among the duo, said to Derek; as he fished out his car keys hurriedly from his pocket. Emma could tell that this one was a gentle man; the two goodey shoes.

"No problem." Derek replied, to which the man nodded to and opened his car. He dumped the grocery bags on the passenger seat, waved to the other man who seemed to be his colleague, before entering fully into his car and zooming off.

"Get into the car." Derek said to Emma through his car's window. He had already entered the car and turned on its ignition, immediately the former man had started his own car.

Emma nodded, before sliding into the front seat. She wore her seatbelt and checked her phone for any messages. Actually, she wasn't really interested in knowing if there were any messages, there couldn't be any; she just wanted to do something , to look like she was interested in doing the something to avoid conversation with her ponytailed bean head.

After the incidence where he had palmed her face with his two hands, she had been so jittery and emotional. She couldn't understand what was happening; she couldn't understand herself. She made up her mind to call Amelia when she got home; her sister was more experienced in this field than her. 'Is this the love that her literature teacher so much talked about during their lessons on Romeo and Juliet in high school?' She thought

"Emma."

She snapped her head to him in a jiffy, after all it could only be him that could make her name sound that sweet to leave chills on her body. It had never happened that way with anybody before, including Derren; as a matter of fact, Derren never made her heart race, with all his achievements and body-build.

"You space out a lot." He commented.

"I'm sorry, just tired." She said, rubbing her forehead weakly as she laid her head in a more comfortable position on the settee.

"Oh.. I had thought that you didn't like the car then." He continued.

Emma didn't know what to reply to that. Of course the car was in no way near better than Clem's car but she hadn't downsized it; she had actually been thinking of the owner and what he was doing to her than his car.

"It's okay, but not okayer than Clem's own." She said in a joking tune; not for once expecting the tightening of his grip on the steering wheel. Her joke hadn't been a joke to him. His knuckles were white already!

"Clem.?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

"Yes. He picked me up for school today." She whispered, knowing that the answer will worsen the situation. Well, she was right.

Derek swerved the car immediately to the side of the road and packed, his anger rising by the second. His beta was really something. He thought as he remembered that Clem had a mustang.

"You loved his car then." He muttered in rage and jealousy.

"Yes, but.." Emma tried explaining, for reasons she couldn't tell; but Derek cut her off.

"Okay. But don't let him pick you up again." He said, turning to face her.

"But.."

"No buts!" He shouted, then calmed down as he saw her shudder. He drew closer to her and held her shoulders. "No buts.." He repeated in a calmer tone. "I will pick you up from now." He said, still staring at her intensely.

"Why?" Emma muttered, as she felt herself drowning again under the gaze of his deep blue eyes. The feelings were creeping out again, giving her the chills. She bit her lips, trying to calm her racing heart again.

"Because.." He was saying, when he paused and stared at her lip-biting motion; looking entranced by it.

"Beca…" she was about repeating his statement as a question, when he beat her to it.

"Because I love you." He said, kissing her immediately.