AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hey guys 😁😁, I'm really really sorry for not writing for this long, trust me I tried but I was going through stuff😥😥 plus I had a little bit of writers block😫😫, but I've gotten that one under control, I hope you enjoy it, it's a little bit lengthy😏 in opposed to the previous chapters, hope you love it like I loved writing it😊😊
This chapter is dedicated to same for never 😘😘, didn't forget you

EMMA'S POV
I finally look up to a flicker of recognition.
"You." I say, accusingly pointing my fingers and looking directly at his grey eyes.
"Hey calm down you bumped into me, if anyone should be upset it's me." He says, creating a wall of protection with both hands, like that's gonna save him.
But of course, what did I expect to happen when an arrogant guy like Mason West is involved?
He is also on the basketball team but I'm sure he isn't the best player, we all know that position is for Tyler and he didn't have to push anyone down the stairs for that to happen.
That doesn't mean Mason didn't own his fan club, he's attractive, everyone with functioning eyes could see it, but with his arrogant and cocky behaviour, I find him annoying and unbearable.
"How can you even say that? You clearly saw me, you could have moved." I say, blood boiling.
  I've paid for all these already so it's basically a waste, my cloth is ruined and I'll still have to help Sasha clean this place up, just because of this jerk standing in front of me.
"Pardon me, I wasn't exactly expecting a layer of food as my welcoming sign." He says sarcastically.
"So you saw me?" I say mischievously, already having a smart retort if he agrees with me.
"No, I didn't." As if thinking the same as me, he blankly answers.
Oh, freaking douche. I'm not usually this mean but his presence just infuriates me.
"What person with working eyes wouldn't see that much food? It was impossible not to see." I say matter of factly.
Sasha enters from the inner room which is for staff only, trays of food in both hands. Despite my horrible position, I must commend her awesome talent, seems like every occupation had its benefits, glaring for teaching, incredible hand work for waiting tables.
The clash of trays on the floor awakens me from my weird analysis.
We must have created more mess than we thought cos Sasha's trays is now dropped to the floor clearly from shock. So much for good hand work.
"I'm really sorry Sasha, this was our...."
Hold on Emma. I say to myself, call me crazy but it's my thing.
Why did I say our ? There isn't an our. 
I didn't cause all this food to go to waste, Mason did, I am clearly the victim.
I wait silently to see what happens next cos frankly, I don't know what to do.
Another door opens and Mr. Moles works in, dang it, I can't let Sasha get in trouble for what this idiot caused.
I watch as he turns to Sasha, his expression blank but it has something in it, something an employee who still wants a job in her future never wants to see in her boss, as he waits for an explanation.
I can tell she is in real need of an explanation herself making her  involuntarily turn to me, her eyes pleading for help, I am no coward so I walk up to Mr. Moles.
"Mr. Moles, I am sooo sorry, it wasn't Sasha's fault, it was our...."
Yeah I know, it wouldn't look good to give all the blame to the douche over here, so I'm taking some of it. It's's not everyday you see a tower of food at your first glance.
I turn my head to Mason's direction so the  our would be understood as him and I but discover he's nowhere in sight.
My eyes search for him, travelling all the way to the street and stopping at a red car which I presume is his, name? I don't know but it does look flashy and expensive, very very expensive.
I sight him getting into his car, making an escape. What kind of a person causes such a mess and then leaves?
Having a death wish, he  turns around and winks at me. My blood boils as an after effect.
He notices and places the Icing on the cake by smirking before entering his car and driving away at a ridiculously fast speed.
Abandoning the plan of splitting the blame, I decide to take it all, go hero style.
"It was my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going and I tripped."  I say through gritted teeth, this should be his lines not mine.
"I already paid for all of it so you don't have to worry as I clearly caused it and won't be getting a refund." I admit.
His eyes travel to the tray of food Sasha had dropped in shock, she attempts to explain but I beat her to it.
"She dropped these out of fright but I'll pay for them too. I'm just really sorry." I say.
Mr. Moles gives out a hearty laugh, startling me a bit but I recover quickly.
"What are you saying child? You are one of my most frequent customers, I know it mustn't have been your fault and the way you owned up to your mistakes, real mature and nice of you." He praises.
Not knowing what to say I remain silent. I hear Sasha let out a breath she probably didn't know she was holding making me involuntarily smile.
"And don't you worry, it's all on the house, you'll get your refund." Mr. Moles says, patting my back.
Definitely not what I was expecting, turns out Mr. Moles is a real softie when he pushes aside the whole mean look charade.
"Oh no that's not necessary, I caused it and I want to handle it." I state.
He starts to argue but sees my signature determine look and decides to let it go, sighing in defeat.
"At least let Sasha pack something up for that apetite of yours, you must have grown a big one judging from this mess." He says, looking down at the wasted food. His eyes widen a little bit causing me to blush.
"Thanks Mr. Moles, who doesn't like free food, right?" I joke, my mouth already watering
"Haven't I told you not to call me Mr.Moles? I'm not that old, just Moles is fine." He says, trying to keep a straight face
"Yes Mr..." I start, forgetting his order not to add a mister to his name so I carry on anyways. "Moles."

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I check the time on my phone to see it's already minutes to 8.
I had helped Sasha clean up, which took a lot of time seeing as I had to wait tables while she took care of the mess I had created.
She really has good handwork to do this job for five straight hours.
I take the stuff Sasha had wrapped up especially for me, waving goodbye to her and smiling at her thank you for the millionth time as well.
She sure is grateful, I think I might have saved her job. Doing good deeds usually comes with a reward, presently what I want is to crawl into my bed and sleep until robots finally take over the world.

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Beep beep!!!!! Beep beep!!!!!!! Beep beep!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh for crying out loud, what sick psycho invented alarm clocks?
I reach for the stupid invention and turn it off, and then aggressively lift up the covers, getting off from the bed.
Didn't that psycho know the importance of sleeping? Who am I kidding? It's not his fault, it's that douches fault. He could have stayed to help and then driven out in his stupid car.
Oh great, he's the first person I'm thinking of, ruining both yesterday and today for me. Jer...... Before the thoughts starts to make sense another incredibly annoying and loud sound rings from the tiny alarm clock. Should this even be legal?
I turn around, using whatever my hands can grab, to knock down the alarm and it's back up beeping, incase the first doesn't do the trick, like that's even possible.
I'm sure even monsters won't hybernate  with it's sound. I laugh dementedly when it crashes to the floor close to hell where I'm sure it came from.
okay maybe I'm a tad bit overeacting, I'm just a really grumpy morning person.
I jog down the stairs with newfound energy gotten from a refreshing shower.
Walking over to the kitchen, I see Max my baby brother, judging from how he has been going on and on about taking care of himself, I'm not so sure I'm allowed to refer to him as a baby anymore.
He is furiously scribbling things on his notepad. I'm guessing he has once again left his school work undone until the dire minute.
I take a glance at the paper, noticing how easy it is but judging by how rough and untidy the paper looks, it's clear Max doesn't see it that way too.
But hey, no judging, I am a bookworm and three years ahead after all. I do a mental happy dance when I figure out the answer to the first question at the second glance.
Mrs. Grayson would be proud that I still remember. 
He doesn't notice me at first, instead focuses on destroying his worksheet.
I move closer to him and ruffle his hair, something I've gotten accustomed to more as a habit than for it's Initial purpose of getting him riled up.
He swats my hand from his hair, his facial expression one of irritation which earns a sharp laugh from me.
I grab an apple, biting into it while studying the clock. I still have enough time to eat breakfast before one of the girls comes to pick me.
Yeah, yeah I know it's strange for me not to own a car but my parents felt it was too risky for me to drive one around, especially after I bench watched Fast and furious but I have a feeling they're planning on getting me one and it's definitely not because I eavesdropped on their conversation two weeks ago at the kitchen while mom prepared a home made lasagna which by the way was heaven on earth.
Max sighs again, managing to rip the paper in two uneven parts by his viscous scribbling. Big sister to the rescue.
"29.5." I say casually while taking more bites of my apple. He sharply turns to me, all to familiar with the drill. He stays quiet so I try again.
"The answer to number one is 29.5, do yourself and that worksheet a favour and write it down." I order.
He writes it down without the least bit of hesitation not needing me to say it once more. He stares back at me again with hopeful eyes making me smirk knowingly.
"You know the drill." I say, the smirk not leaving my face.
"I know, I know, I'll do the dishes." He affirms.
"And?" I ask, forging innocence. Don't judge me, it's a sibling thing, he knew what was coming when he agreed to it.
"And you can call me baby for one week but nothing more, you know I'm a grown man now." He declares cheerfully.
"That's not what your worksheet says "I taunt.
"I'm 13 for crying out loud. I'm pretty sure I am now a classified young adult." Max says with his head held high.
A smile I couldn't contain stretches through my face at the knowledge that he's actually growing up and won't be this small and cute forever.
"I'm still older." I say in a sing song voice earning a groan from him. "Do you want the deal or not?" I add when he says nothing.
I hear a car horn go off meaning that my ride has arrived. I pack my things together, including the lunch mom must have packed for me. Where is she anyways?
"Where is mom?"I ask.
"Out." Max responds, clearly not paying attention. Why did she leave so early? If I'm getting any answers, it certainly not going to come from our young adult. Good thing dad is home to drive him to school, Max isn't really a fan of taking the bus.
The car horn sounds again, this time more urgent so I scribble down the answers at a ridiculous speed but make sure it's clear enough to read.
slinging  my backpack over my shoulder I hurry to the door but I scream a "Make sure to write it down on a clean sheet, cleanliness leads to effectiveness." First.
I smile when he mumbles a responds, I slam the door shut, the smile not leaving my face.

Hope you guys enjoyed it, it's just a warm-up cos it's been long though, I've got a lot coming up😜😜😜😘😘