HIDDEN TEARS - "HIS QUEEN"

A spoon was shinning under the bright sun ray that was entering through the window, almost dazzled my eyes. I propelled the spoon more give it a chance to overwhelm me more.  I know I was being childish. But won't lie, I was liking it.

I almost forgot about the work I was assigned to do, sometimes I wish I could let everything go and flow with instant.

"Maze! check table no. 7 please", a loud voice echoed throughout the cafe urged me to hurry up.

I jolted and as a result, I broke the new cup set that was at the side of my hand.

"Shit !!" I murmured in frustration, "What a bad day to start with!!"

"What did you do now?" Jesha my only friend aka one of my colleagues in the cafe hissed at me. 

I closed my eyes in frustration. What else I could do more than this.

Her hissing pushed me to clean the floor before my crude boss can see what I did. I hurriedly crouched on the ground and started to clean up.

My whole uniform was in mess, along with my hair. I more seem like a beggar than a waitress. But I don't care, for now, more important was hiding the trace of my mistakes. I don't want to lose my job.

As I was done with cleaning my boss entered the kitchen area and scoffed creasing his forehead, "Maze !! Are you preparing coffee or growing it"

"Already doing that" I answered back at the fat white-skinned man, trying to be as polite as possibly I could be.

He shot me a dark glare before stepping out of the kitchen and moving towards his desk.

Jesha sighed at my poor and messy condition.

I have joined the "Monanto Cafe" as a waitress about six months ago. It's a small yet famous coffee shop at the ‘Montanto Street’. They pay me quite considerably at least I can manage well.

And the shouting fatty was my boss Fred Perdy, to whom I was nothing but a useless dumb fellow.

Though he seemed tough and kept threatening everyone to fire them off the job, but he never had dismissed anyone, at least I haven't seen it yet. He was like a coconut, stiffer from outside and softer from inside.

Okay, now let's get back to me.

I am about 21 years old and an orphan. I was brought up in "Angles home Orphanage" and learned from there that I was not needed at all by my parents who threw me like an object. I don't know why, they chose to dump me like trash yet I have no complaint against them.

Not only my parents, ever since I developed my the ability of understanding I have noticed that I am not welcome at all in this rough and harsh world.

I don't know why I have born enmity with girls. Even at my time in the orphanage peoples used to dislike me especially girls. Though I believe I was quite friendly, and my academic results were more than good.

And I was like "I say what in my mind". Yet they don't like me. They always used to make groups like sheep and gossip behind my back.

So I decided to figure out why they despise me so much.

Among all this mess, as I started my academic sessions, I got a chance to study at a prestigious college in our city.

And the same things happened there too. Girls shunned me.

And I had no freaking idea WHY!!

Throughout my middle and high school, I was a loner. I wasn't physically bullied or harassed by anyone.

And during my first year of college, I finally realized why I'd always been a loner.

One day when I was getting back to my classroom, I accidentally got to hear two of my friends gossip about me.

Mim - "You know I hate her cause she is a slut."

My eyes got widened hearing her slanging me. As I was about to get out and smack her shitty mouth, my other friend giggled, and spew trashes out of her mouth.

Manila - "Yeah yeah, didn't you see how those rich guys rush after her like puppies. They don't chase us as we can't stoop so low as her"

What the hell !! So from there, my brain along with my eyes got clear and wide open.

So I was being hated by people cause boys like to be with me.

How could they unreasonably hate me for something like this !! *Sigh*

I forgot to state that, I had a lot of suitors in my old school before and all of them were damn rich. But I never said yes to any of them and to avoid being called a snob I always used to reject them sweetly with respect.

Yet they all tagged me as "Bitch". Like, come on, dude !! I didn't even have a boyfriend then.

And with time I realized no matter how great I would be, they would never love me back. So holding up my middle finger to the world, I stopped caring about those fake peoples anymore. They make me feel suck.

I also had born enmity with boys. They like me but not as a friend. Actually, they consider me a marriage material which I really hate to hear.

They never appreciated me for my qualities, to them, I was just a pretty face that was only suitable for marriage. Although they were true, I was nothing but a pretty face yet, I am too prideful to accept that.

Every boy that being friends with me slowly ended up changing their theory and proposed to me. So I just decided to avoid people who want to mess up with me.

But I do appreciate people who want me to be a part of their fun and trust me this never brings good for me. Yet I try to socialize with people keeping a safe distance with them.

But I really do wish to have a big circle of friends. So that I could hang around with them. But life was too merciless on me. My situation made me a strong-headed and stubborn girl.

I was matured even before the right time. So, all these things compelled me to be toxic. And now I am really toxic to them who are poisonous to me.

Yet I have no complaints against my life as it had presented me with the best person in my life.

My one and only bestie Ryan Brady. He is my friend since my high school time.

Let me emphasize his features a bit, tall with a well-built body, bright blue eyes, and dark brown hair. A fantastic character every girl might wish to have as their mate.

I love my friend a lot. Apart from my orphanage family, he was my second and only family in this world. He too loves me a lot.

He was quite mysterious. The thing I know about him was, he was rich but for some reason, he left his family. He never liked to discuss his family. So I didn't ask him either. I didn't like to judge anyone by their life or work. I only judge them depends on how they treat me.

And basically, to befriend with him, his family background doesn't really matter to me. Ryan treated me very well. So he is really a good figure to me.

He always kept me away from bad peoples and their influences.

And he was too judgy and picky when it comes to people. He can be too rude at times. Sometimes I hate him for this reason. But come on, it's not that big reason for me to kick him out of my life.

He was my only family. So at least this much I could bear up for him.

And not to mention that he was really the famous cool dude of our college. And I got shocked knowing that I was also hated being the friend of the most handsome guy of our college.

And I don't give that a shit !!

I could behave whatever I like with him. He never minds.

I could throw all my tantrums on him, I could tease him, make him pay for anything, even I throw him out of my house whenever I am angry at something. Yet he never complains.

He was really the best person in my life.

He makes my life sometimes easy and sometimes tough. I was already keeping my distance from people and he was fueling it.

And by his grace, I might become a sociopath one day. According to my bestie, all boys are blockheads and all those big-mouthed girls are trash.

And he never let me mingle with any of them.

"Please Maze, pass the coffee to table no 8" Fred's words brought me back to reality.

And that was all about me. I was not any perfect fairy tale. Rather you can say I am messier. Even sometimes I feel I am cursed...*Sigh*

I don't know why everything that I touch ended up destroyed by any means.

Sometimes buttons of shirts, coffee cups, windows, etc the list goes on. Even once my boss asked me to lock the cafe door before going back home and I ended up breaking the key.

And Ryan had to rush to the key maker and remade the key at that instant.

The more people asked me to be careful the higher I break things.

Hello !! My name is Maze Hamlyn. I have long dark chocolate brown hair and dark brown eyes which appears to be almost black. My skin tone is pale.

I am not a curvy type skinny girl, as I like to eat too much. And lastly, I'm an orphan.

"Maze!! Are you with us here?" Fred yelled again.

Shit! I bit my tongue. This man can really win an Olympic medal in screaming.

"Yes, boss I am and I was getting the coffee ready" I lied a little while pouring hot milk in a cup. Actually not fully lying. I was just stating the half-truth.

And this worked, because he got calm for a moment before darting me a deadly glare through the glass door.

Phew!! This man would really give me a heart attack someday.