Dove
"Oh," Benecio whistled as soon as I approached the table. The entire table looked at me making me feel like the size of a peanut as I tried to silently be a wallflower and go unnoticed as I took empty glasses and plates. "If it isn't the dishwasher boy."
The entire table burst out laughing at that and I felt myself become increasingly angry. Every time they came over they had a nickname for me. Dishwasher boy was their holy grail and I hated it with everything in me. I didn't see why I was the only one being picked on.
"Busy day today? Soaps and sponges treating you well?" He chuckled and the cheerleader on his lap laughed as if it was the greatest joke ever heard.
I swallowed then looked up to him with a glare, "quarterback. Great time slapping other men's butts and having your hands under their balls?"
His friends tried not to laugh but their snickers could be heard throughout.
