The billionaire new boy is my crush.

chapter two: A job

Amelia's pov

I sat down in my room doing mine and my sisters assignment. It's always been that way. I did many things for three and that included assignments, projects, notes and some other things I can't remember now.

My mother warned that it is better I fail woefully than for my sisters to settle for anything less than a B+. Well I guess I'm just lucky that she didn't say an A+.

My mind drifted back to the good days with my biological mother where she will help me understand my assignment and give me a cookie whenever I got an answer to a question right. it always made me wanna learn more because I could see the happiness in her eyes whenever she talked about how smart her baby is. I missed my mom so much! If she was alive, life would have been a lot more easier and brighter.

The dark thoughts started taking over me again. I couldn't help the tears that filled my eyes. It's my fault that she's gone anyways. I don't even have the right to cry. It's my fault that she's gone and I deserved to suffer, I deserve to be ignored by my father and scolded harshly or punished severely by him for the littlest mistakes. I deserve to be treated like a piece of trash by my sisters. I deserve to be ordered around by my mom. I deserve to be starved for so long for very little mistakes. I deserve to be bullied and be used as a slapping and punching bag for my family. I deserve the verbal and physical abuse from my school mates.Most importantly I deserve the pain I feel Everytime I cut my wrist. I deserve it all. I'm ugly, weak, talentless and probably every other negative thing you can name.

Maybe if I had not acted like a spoilt brat that faithful day, my mom would have been alive till now.

I walked to my drawer and opened it. I got out a very sharp blade that wrapped in huge folds of tissues and pulled the left sleeves of my hoodie up.

I cried silently in pain as I put the blades to work on my left arm. I watched with tears filled eyes as the blood tickled down my hands and into the tiled floor. Guess I'll have to clean that later. For now, I'll just focus on the pain on my hand. It helps the dark thoughts go away.

After crying for about an hour or so, I silently crawled to the bathroom to wash myself. By the time I was done, I cleaned off the blood from the floor where I had cut my wrist earlier.

I didn't think I was in a good mental state to continue mine and my sisters assignments, so I closed it and set it aside for later. I made my way down to the kitchen to start making dinner.

When I was done, I neatly set the table and the food and went up to my room. I heard them eating minutes later and I let out a sigh of relief because they didn't punish me for not informing them that their dinner was ready. A few minutes later, I heard my dad scream my name and I quickly jumped up from my bed and practically ran down to the dining room to answer him. I learnt my lesson the last time I was a minute late when he called me.

"sir ?!" I spoke up when I got there.

"I was looking at the fees needed to be paid for this term. And after discussing a few things with your mom, we both agreed that it'll be wise for you to get a job somewhere to help with your expenses. Your financial expenses are getting over the roof and we need to do something about it immediately.

You don't need to worry about finding a job. Your loving mother here already did that for you and you'll be glad to know that you start tomorrow".

I kept an emotionless face as I listened to him. I didn't even know what to feel at this point. it's not weird right?

"Are you listening you worthless piece of trash?!" mom screamed at me

"She's so spoilt. She can't even reply when her parents are speaking to her!" she said to my dad.

"Ignore her honey"

He faced me "Now to tell you more about your job. You'll be serving part time as a waitress at one of the biggest restaurant in this town. It was quite hard to secure this job for you so you should be grateful to your mom. Did I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir"

"Good, Now get lost!!"

I didn't even know how I made it up to my room. My mind was just occupied with the thoughts of my new job. They didn't even give me the honor of looking for a job I find suitable. But I'm not complaining so far as the pay will be nice. At least I'll be able to afford the things I need and start saving up for my future.

What kind of broke my heart was the fact that my dad was making me take responsibility for myself. I know my dad is financially capable of taking good care of me. He had a highly decent paying job and his wife was very well to do financially too. Maybe this was just his way of sending me a warning that I should start taking responsibility for my needs. And that thought made me scared because what next?! Looking for an apartment? Paying for my food and school?!. Well I should be grateful that they found me a job. It's just that it would have been nice if they had at least ask me first before concluding that I'll work at a restaurant as a waitress. I wasn't even good at speaking to people.

What if the customers hate me and leave a bad review?

What if I mess up some how because that is what I always seem to do?

So many what ifs in mind. I should look at the positive aspect of this.

I can get out of the house for a while.

There's a small chance that I might make a friend.

And maybe, just maybe the customers won't hate me. fingers crossed though.

I pushed away all this thought and focused on school work.

My mind drifted to a certain new comer, and I couldn't help the smile that unknowingly appeared on my face. And for the first time ever, I can't wait to go to school tomorrow.