Call to the Wild

Party Time...

Whew! It was Friday finally.. It was harder being a waitress than I thought. The last five day were the most tiring days of my life!

Lisa had meant it when she said Dylan and his friends were regulars. Everyday at six o'clock in the morning they would show up and sit in the same exact spot. They'd order the same exact breakfast with large iced teas for each of the. Lisa always got their order. Every time they would leave, the devil would stare at me through the window just for a couple of seconds and then they'd leave in their fancy red charger.

At two we were actually pretty empty, Lisa told me to go sit down and eat some lunch. We got to eat the extra's for free. Mr. Atkins always cooked too much, so we got whatever was in there. Thank goodness it was pancakes! He'd set aside all the extra foods in a big pot with a lid. Pancakes, eggs, and a few sausage patties too.

I grabbed three pancakes, smothered them with syrup then sat at the booth closest to the bathroom. Nobody ever sat over here it seemed, so it must the perfect spot. I looked around at the diner. There were a couple of truckers sitting at the counter, they were only drinking coffee.

I looked back down at my food while i shoveled large pieces into my mouth as quickly as i could. I had a large glass of orange juice too. Once done, I drank the orange juice down in nearly one gulp. Oh... I ate too fast, now my stomach hurt. I rubbed my belly with one hand trying to sooth the pressure I'd caused from eating too much too quickly.

"Eat much?" Said Lisa with concerned eyes. She was laughing at me inside, I know it. She smiled after a second of faking concern. "So those guys invited us to a party tonight?"

"I don't know Lisa, you know I don't like social stuff." Oh god, please don't let her drag me to this!

"You can't just hide from the world forever. You have to get out there, live your life. Have some fun with me!" She begged.

"Lisa.. Remember the nightmares?" I thought maybe I should tell her about Dylan being the devil in my dreams. She might not understand completely, but maybe she'd let go of going to this party.

"Yes... Trust me I could never forget.."

"Well..."

"Um, Miss can we get some more coffee?" Asked a tall, lanky, gray haired trucker with a ponytail.

"Yes coming right up Sir!" Lisa jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I watched her pour two cups of coffee for the only two men left in the diner.

I grabbed the foam container I'd eaten my lunch from and threw it away. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands, the girl in the mirror looked tired. My messy hair was fraying every which way, my sapphire blue eyes were red, and my cheeks looked even more puffy then usual. I remembered the only picture of my mother I'd ever seen. I had her same reddish brown curly hair, her blue eyes, and her rounded face shape. Her nose was sharper than mine and she seemed more slender than my curvy self. I wondered often if I had my dad's nose. The picture of my mother was from the day I was born, she's just laying on the bed looking at her baby. She named me Ayla Rose Smith, she was getting things ready to take me home, then the nurses found her collapsed on the floor not breathing. That's what the paperwork said.

"Ayla, we have customers!" Said Lisa just sticking her head into the bathroom. I dried my hands and followed her out.

She was right, five tables now had customers sitting down already. I was getting the last order on my side of the diner when I smelled it. That minty smell that only came from one person. Simultaneously the front door bells jingled letting us know another costumer was entering the diner. I didn't turn around, I just kept writing the order. Two steaks, with extra potatoes, and extra rolls with butter on the side.. One with sweet tea and one with a diet soda.

I walked into the kitchen with my chest pounding, I laid the order down on the counter for Mr. Akins and grabbed the plates for booth number seven. When I walked out of the kitchen I saw him sitting on MY side. He was at the closest booth closest to the front doors, booth six. Why was the devil here in the afternoon, alone, sitting on MY side of the diner...? I sat table sevens food down quickly then stepped over to booth number six.

I stared at him without saying anything. My chest was on fire, my heart was pounding so loud it was drowning out the sound of the dining room. He looked up at me, a strange expression on his face. It was just kinda blank like he was searching my eyes for something.

"Are you going to ask me for my order?"

I didn't know how long I had been standing there just staring down at him. My cheeks were burning and I felt like i was about to puke.

"I-I'm sorry, what would you like to drink?" I said my voice cracking at the end.

"What's your favorite drink Ayla?" He asked with a small smile. It was weird, he seemed kind of shy. Not at all like the devil in my dreams.

"Lemonade." I blurted out with out even thinking about it.

"Then that's what I'll have." He replied, I'm sure my jaw had fallen to the floor. I didn't know what was going on. I stumbled to the kitchen to get his drink then returned just barely without tripping over my own two feet.

"Okay now what about food?"

"I'm not really here for food. I wanted to talk to you."

Again I found myself staring at him in silence. I felt like I might faint, I could feel myself starting to sweat. There was a couple of coughs behind me, the people at booth nine wanted their food.

"I'll be right back." I turned around and ran for the kitchen. I grabbed the two plates of steak and practically ran them out.

"Anything else?" I asked a little too quickly. The husband gave his wife a funny look and she rolled her eyes.

"No thank you." She said politely.

I turned back to Dylan, he was watching me. I walked carefully taking each step like it could be my last. Why was he here? Did he know that I'd dreamed of killing him for the last five years? I'd pictured myself plunging a knife into his chest. It was the only thing I'd ever dreamed of, there was no future for me. I'd always known that if I ever ran into Dylan Wilde, I had to KILL him..

"I just wanted to personally invite you to my party tonight. I know Alex invited your friend, but.."

"What kind of party is it?"

"Umm.. Yeah, just a few friends hanging out at the lake, nothing crazy. I promise." He seemed so sincere, so innocent in a way.. I just didn't understand why was this blue eyed devil boy completely different from the one I knew in my dreams?

"Yeah.. We'll be there." Why did I say yes? Why didn't I just say no? It was going to be hard to kill him if I kept letting myself get to know him...