You Can't Buy My Love

Olivia's POV

I woke up to my little brother, shaking me violently. I squinted before turning over to look at him. "What do you want?" I asked him, annoyed. 

"Mom wants you to help her open the restaurant today!" He screamed, walking back out of my room. Ever since I graduated, I've been a permanent employee at our family's pizzeria. My Mom took it over when my Dad left. He decided he didn't want anything to do with pizza; or us. I sat up in my bed, ignoring the fact that I absolutely despised working in this place. We get the worst customers! 

That's why I have to get out. I have to become something that doesn't involve my family. It's just taking me so long to save up the money. Working in my family's pizzeria definitely isn't going to cut it, and I wouldn't dream of asking my Mom for the money. The pizzeria pays for "just enough" as my Mom would say, and "not a cent more". 

Shoving those thoughts away, I got up and got dressed, then headed downstairs from our small apartment, to the restaurant that rested below. "Thanks so much for coming, honey!" My Mom beamed. "I have a really busy day today." I half smiled at her, putting on an apron. "I have a company ordering a ton of pizza for a luncheon." 

"Okay, Mom," I bit my lip, looking at all the dough ready to be made on the counter. 

"And if you don't mind, can you also drop them off?" She laughed nervously, and I rolled my eyes. 

"Okay," I sighed. 

Twenty-four pizzas later, I got ready to take all these pizzas to this employee luncheon. I didn't bother dressing up, I just threw some jeans on, and ran my fingers through my dark waves. "I don't see why they can't pick these up." I spat sarcastically, loading them all up in the backseat with my brother. 

"They also wanted you to serve, that's why," he smiled deciously. 

"Wait-what?" I asked, cutting my eyes at him.

"Mom didn't tell you?" He laughed hysterically, pushing me towards the driver seat. 

towards the destination. She set me up, and she did it on

the twelve story business, I sat in the car and called my Mom crying. "Why would you do this to me?" I whined. "Mom

set up the pizzas on this huge table! You'll be

I asked, gesturing towards my ten

it's okay you got this!" And with that, she was

what I mean! When I save up, I am going to the FARTHEST college

want to be seen,"

rolled my eyes. "Let's fucking

met at the back of the glass building, I'm guessing the janitor bought us a two story cart to carry the

I sighed as we came in. "What is this place?" It was spacious, and huge, and

responded simply, pushing the cart of pizza. "That's why we got pizza from your mom's restaurant. Just supporting the local family

of them," I beamed.

it just looks good on paper." At that, I shrugged. Maybe he's right, people this rich don't care about local pizzeria unless

way." He guided us to a huge, carpeted conference area. "We have to take the pizza out of the box, and place them onto these

you serious?" I chuckled. "They can't just use

pizza, is because all the lower level employees are attending." For some reason, this offended me, and

pizza? From other poor people? Capitalism at its

my goodness, Ben," I complained while we walked back out

understand what this is like for another eight years! "I'm tired of being looked down on by

He joked, causing me to roll my eyes.