Love Is Overrated

Reign's POV.

Rule number one: never be a wife to a boyfriend, especially a fuck boy-boyfriend.

I know a girl that does her boyfriend's laundry every weekend and he has already cheated on her twice. I mean, I don't know how blinded one can be when it comes to that word that shall not be mentioned but If I were her, I wouldn't even pick up his sock from the floor but you do you.

My mom says I only say these things about people in relationships because I've never been in a serious relationship before or experienced true love.

True love.

I'd google it if I didn't have a huge ego.

But, I'll tell you what I think about high school relationships.

They are fucked up as hell.

I see teenagers kissing in the school hall ways, hooking up at parties, feeding each other in the cafeteria and let's not forget about the drinking from the same milkshake cup bullshit that makes me wanna gouge my eyes out.

For example, I'm standing behind the counter at my work place, staring at my friends, Ariana Jackson and Garrett Christian.

A football quarterback and a cheerleader. What a cliche, I know.

They are sitting on the same side of their usual booth by the window, making out as though there aren't a bunch of people around them and to be honest, older people don't really like watching two teenagers kissing like they are about to make a baby in public. Hence why all the older folks are shooting glares in their direction but do they give a shit? No, not even a little bit.

Ariana and Garrett have been together since sophomore year and  it's been disgusting to be around them ever since.

The bell above the front door jiggles, notifying the arrival of a customer and dragging me away from Garrett and Ariana.

My eyes travel to the entrance and I release a restless sigh when my gaze lands on the two customers.

Luke Richardson and Mason Kress.

Gasoline by Halsey is playing in the shop and it's like the two assholes are walking in slow motion. I roll my eyes to the ceiling.

Kill me now.

"You're not allowed to roll your eyes at them when you're literally friends with them," my coworker Peter comes to stand beside me, bumping into my shoulder in the process.

He's right, I am friends with them.

Mason, Ariana, Garrett, Luke and myself have been friends since freshman year, long before they started participating in school activities and got super popular.

But the real question is, why am I still friends with them when I've grown to be so different from them.

I don't why, actually, I haven't figured that one out yet.

"Hey Reign, hey Peter." Mason greets the both of us with a huge smile on his face while Luke leans his arms on the counter and presses his phone, totally ignoring our mere existence.

I take it back, I'm actually not friends with Luke, he's a dick.

"Hey, Mason," I respond, leaning my elbow on the counter and letting my hand support my chin, "Heard you lost big last Friday night," I say in a teasing tone, his smile drops.

Mason is captain of the football team and losing a game is the only thing that can make him angry. Other than that, he's actually a cool cheerful dude.

"Rei, I don't like you sometimes," He shakes his head at me and I release a small laugh.

"Love you too, Mason," I wink at him, "Okay, this is the part where I say, welcome to Shake n' Sip, what can I get you?" I ask cheerfully, professional even.

"Uhhh.." Mason drums his hands on the counter, "What is the best thing you have on the menu?" He asks me while staring at the menu board behind me.

"That probably does not exist," Luke responds while texting on his phone.

I almost forgot about his presence for a second there.

"It actually does exist," I respond to Luke while smiling at Mason, I wait for Luke's come back but it doesn't come.

Mason's looking at me like he's waiting for me to tell him what our best milkshake flavor is and I'm just smiling back at him like the joker.

I clear my throat, plastering my best employee smile.

"You can try the apple pie puff or the triple nut caramel, that's if you're not allergic to nuts." I suggest professionally, even though I already know that he's not allergic to nuts.

He nods his head like he's considering it, "Okay, what's the worst thing on the menu?" He asks.

"That would be the volcano marshmallow fluff shake." I answer.

He stares at me questionably, I think he's waiting for me to explain to him why that's not an inside joke or something but I really don't like getting into that topic, but then Luke also averts his eyes from the screen to look at me with narrowed eyes.

"The what?" Luke laughs.

"The volcano marshmallow fluff shake," I repeat myself with a sigh, "I discovered it," I inform them, waving my hand in the air for some reason.

"Of course you did," Luke scoffs and drops his eyes back to his phone.

Asshole.

I ignore his remark for what it's worth.

"Okay but why would you call it that?" Mason questions curiously.

"Because It's a mixture of a bunch of flavors and it tastes like a volcano in your mouth so our manager gave it the infamous name and-"

"I'll have that," Mason cuts me off, I look at him with wide eyes.

"You'll what?" Luke gapes at Mason in disbelief, Mason shrugs his shoulders in response.

"You heard him," I slap Peter's chest with the back of my hand, giving him the go-make-the-shake signal.

I'm pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me before turning around.

My eyes shift to look at Luke, he's smiling at his screen while his fingers type in a text.

I know he's Probably texting another slim, tan, blonde cheerleader on his fuck list.

It's quite a long list if you asked me.

I don't even know what girls see in him, all I see is a bratty rich kid whose had it easy since the second he was born. I mean look at him in his perfectly shaved around the head clean hair cut that probably cost two hundred bucks, and that sweatshirt that literally has his last name branded on it.

Like feeling my eyes on him, he looks up at me through hooded eyes.

"Can I help you with something, Miller?" He sounds rude.

"Gee, Richardson, you think you of all people can help me with something?" I say sarcastically, he rolls his eyes at me.

Peter places the shake on the counter, Mason rubs his hands in anticipation, pulls out his wallet and pays for it, I punch in his order and give him back his change but he drops it in the 'tip me' jar.

He tipped me, yey.

He picks the cup and tries to walk away but Luke grasps his arm to stop him, "No, bro, you have to take a sip and tell Reign if it's a true work of art," He fake smiles at me.

We fake smile at each other a lot.

Mason looks hesitant, he brings his lips to the straw, taking a sip then stares down at the shake with a blank expression.

"It's...." He starts, "it's uh..." He clears his throat.

"Go on, you can say it, it's what?" Luke pushes.

"It's a volcano marshmallow fluff shake," He nods at me and Luke bursts out laughing, so does Peter.

Assholes.

"Reign," Luke says through his laugh, "Stop trying to be Einstein, just be your little weird pink haired self and you'll be fine," He winks at me. They both start walking towards Garrett and Ariana's table while I bite my teeth and curl my hands into fists.

I hate him so fucking much.

I guess you might be wondering why this Luke character and myself aren't really big fans of each other. Well, at first, I didn't like Luke because he was rich as fuck and he had everything that the rest of us didn't.

I now realize that I was a little bit jealous of him back then but I still failed to like his personality all together, Luke is always trying to pick a fight with me and it gets on my nerves. I have no idea why he doesn't like me but I don't give a shit.

And here's why we can't escape each other... we share a lot of classes, he's friends with the people that I'm friends with, teachers make us sit next to each other because of our bickering  and we share the same goddamn birthday.

Yeah, it's that sad.

But not to worry, I'm gonna graduate high school pretty soon and I'm never going to cross paths with people like him ever again.