Chapter Three:
"Are You Calling Me Fat?"
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Ramona repeatedly pounded her fist against the Wheeler's home door. The chilling November air sent chills down her spine. "Nancy! Nance, open up!"

She huffed, blowing the hair out of her face as she tapped her foot. "Ugh, damnit. Na- Oh."

Mike opened the door, an unamused expression on his face. "Can I help you?"

"Oh! Hi, little man, Yeah, you can. Is your sister home yet?" Ramona asked, sliding her hands into her jacket pockets. "I didn't see her at school today and I need to talk to her before work."

Mike rose his eyebrows and puffed out his cheeks as he stepped aside, "She's in her room."

"Cool. Thanks, little man." Ramona gave him a fist bump before she turned to walk up the stairs. "Nancy!"

Ramona's feet carried her down the hallway until she stopped in front of Nancy's door. "Nancy! Open the fuck up. Nancy."

Seconds later, the door opened, revealing her best friend. Nancy smiled kindly, crossing her arms as she leaned against the door frame, "What is it?"

"Why'd you break up with Harrington?" Ramona rose her eyebrows. "In a very bad way, might I add?"

Nancy titled her head, looking clearly confused. "What?"

"You broke up with Harrington." Ramona crossed her arms, "Why?"

Nancy stumbled over her words, "Well, I-I-"

"I can't get his ass away from me now." Ramona said, "I mean, he's my best customer now, so that's goodm I never got those three dollars back.. But still, he's all mopey and sad now and it's just.. depressing.. to see. And that's saying the least."

"Nancy dumped Steve? Ah, finally." Mike said, clapping his hands together  before leaving into his room.

Ramona huffed, raising her hand to rub her eyes. "The night you did it? Halloween? He showed up at the diner at like.. two in the morning. I didn't get home 'till like way, way after five. Almost six."

Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, "Did he stay the whole time?"

Ramona nodded, "Yeah, he's actually not as annoying or dickish as I thought before.. Never thought I'd hear that about him, especially coming from me."

Nancy awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "That's three hours, are you tired?"

"No, I get free coffee at work, and yeah. Three straight hours of rootbeer floats."

"But.. Steve hates those."

Ramona laughed shaking her head, "No, he doesn't. Those are his favorite."

"Oh.." Nancy stammered out, looking confused.

Sensing how uncomfortable Nancy felt with the conversation, Ramona decided to cut it short and leave.

"Mhm. Anyways, speaking of work. I gotta go, I have another long ass shift that I don't wanna do, but still. Later." Ramona saluted before walking down the stairs. Nancy nodded awkwardly, shutting the door. "Later, Mrs. Wheeler!"

Mrs. Wheeler waved goodbye to her as she opened the front door. Ramona's feet carried her down the steps. "Ugh.. I really don't wanna go."

Even if she didn't want to, she did anyways. The bike ride there was short, but it was cold.

The sound of the diner's bell ringing filled her ears as she opened the door.

"García!" Steve greeted from the table. "It's cold out there, huh?"

"Freezing my ass off, thanks for asking, Harrington." Ramona clapped her hands together before she aggressively rubbed them, trying to provide some warmth in her hands. "Can I get you something or are you just here to see little ol' me."

The corner of Steve's lips turned into  barely noticeable smile. "One rootbeer float."

"Ok, grosera." Ramona shook her head, "Coming right up."

Ramona walked into the break room. She opened her locker and pulled on her apron. Tying it around her waist, Ramona leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the picture of her dad.

"García!" Ramona's manager shouted for her from the kitchen.

"Si, si, ya viene! Ya voy, cálmate. Jesús!" Ramona muttered to herself, leaving the break room and entering the kitchen.

"Table three has an order." The woman said absentmindedly, sorting through the paperwork at the counter. "And the cook's sick so you're on cooking duty, too. But you can leave earlier."

Ramona nodded, moving around the kitchen and getting out the ingredients for Steve's rootbeer floats. She quietly hummed to herself as she made the drink.

Once she was finished, she made her way over to Steve. "Ordena."

Steve looked up from his science project furrowing his eyebrows when he saw two rootbeer floats in front of him.

"Uh, García? I ordered one.. This is two." Steve pointed his pencil at each of them. "One.. two."

"I know, but now you won't have to ask for a second one." Ramona put her hands on her hips after tying her hair into a ponytail.

"And what makes you think I'd order two?" Steve rose an eyebrow, leaning back in the booth.

Ramona laughed, "Why wouldn't you?"

"Are you calling me fat?" Steve faked hurt, mockingly putting a hand against his chest.

"I mean, you have been looking a little chunky around the edges after Halloween." Ramona joked, slipping her pencil out of her apron pouch and poking him with it.

"Shut up!" Steve shook his head, rolling his eyes. Ramona laughed again, shaking her head.

"Nos vemos cuando pides tu tercero, Harrington."

"Shit, I really need to pay more attention in Spanish class."

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Ramona didn't know how she ended up with Steve and Dustin, but she did somehow. She leaned forward on the passengers side in the back, resting her right arm beside Dustin's head on the seat.

All she knew is that Steve, of all people, pulled into her driveway with Dustin in the passenger's seat, pressuring her to get in. So she did. A decision part of her would come to regret.

She stared at his house through the car window, a look of uncertainty on her face. "Uh, Dusty roads, I'm not so sure about this."

Steve got out of the car, slamming his door shut behind him as he peered over the roof of it, trying to see something, anything.

"It'll be fine, Ramona." Dustin turned around to face her. "But stay here, to keep the get away car going."

"The get away car-" Ramona's sentence was cut off as Dustin left the car, "¿En qué coño me metí? Señor ayudame.."

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{ Word Count: 1102 }

{ A/n: this was bad,,, sigh }

{ Translations: okay rude, yes yes coming I'm coming calm down Jesus, order up, see you when you order your third harrington, what the fuck did I get myself into, Lord help me }

{ Edited: No }