𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 - 𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚜

a new rookie

All Your'n - Tyler Childers

"Can I put twenty on pump four?" Belle said, handing the cashier in front of her a crumpled-up bill. She smiled softly before nodding and opening up the register. The blonde went to leave, but when she turned around, she was met with Scott standing before her—a small, unusually normal smile on his face. She gasped lightly, spooked by the tall man looking down at her. 

"Annabelle." She felt her stomach turn with dismay at how her name sounded falling off his lips, the feeling growing stronger when he smiled. 

"Hi, Scott." She gave him a small, forced smile before attempting to maneuver around him, but he took up the entire walkway. "Scuse me."

"Hey." He held a hand out to block her even more. She grimaced at his mannerisms. His face stayed eerily still when he talked, returning to his stony expression. "How are you?" 

"Busy." She attempted to duck under his arm again, but he continued to block the path. 

"I know you don't like me. I'm not stupid." 

She stood under him, staring up with a blank expression. "Good observation." 

"You're a real spitfire, you know that?" He grumbled, but he couldn't help the attraction he felt towards her. Her sexy southern drawl, the way her long, strawberry blonde hair cascaded down her back, reaching her ass. Her ass. He coughed to himself, already feeling his pants straining against him. 

"Can I help you with something or are you just gon' stand there staring at my tits?" She gave him a knowing smirk, watching the way his thick brows furrowed over his sunglasses. 

"Would prefer the latter." She scoffed, smacking him on the chest and barreling through his arm. 

"Annabelle!" He followed after her, the bell above the glass doors jingling as they walked outside.  She stuck her middle finger in the air, showing off the golden band wrapping around the base. He trailed her footsteps, watching her as she went to pump her truck. 

"Jesus. Can you get the fucking hint?" She spat, shaking her head incredulously. 

"I'm not done talking." 

"I seriously have no interest in anything you have to say." She rolled her eyes. Belle hated admitting that she thought he was attractive when she first saw him at that bonfire. Until he opened his mouth. 

"I know you don't like me." He paused to pig in his pocket, pulling out a small piece of paper. "But I'm in town for a few more days. Call me if you need some company." He winked and stuck the card in her back pocket, her hips jerking away from his touch. 

"I can promise you, I won't." 

"Why won't you do a whole night's show?" Emmalee exclaimed as she wiped the last few glasses clean, throwing the rag over her shoulder. 

"Be realistic, Em. People come to watch Matt." She mumbled, wiping the nasty counter clean. The entire morning shift crew was exhausted, a particularly bad day wiping them out. Normally, they were nearly empty from ten to four. The few that came in were either day drinkers or came with their kids to watch a recording of some game while eating pancakes. The key word being normal. 

Today wasn't normal. Today was very much not normal. People filtered in and out in large clumps, the everyday breakfast diner down the road closed for kitchen repairs. The whole kitchen was slammed, and people were ordering food at the bar when all the tables were filled. Emmalee and Belle were both doubling as waitresses and handling the bar, as there were no waitresses until three.