Waitress

Chapter One: Big Tip

Hey! It's me again! I know that with all of my other stories I really shouldn't be posting another one, but I'm SUPER depressed and need to get my mind off the issue. I hope you like this! :)

Disclaimer: Like in all of my other stories, I'm only going to say this once- I own nothing but the originalplot of this story. Maximum and the other characters in the Maximum Ride series are the "property" of James Patterson.

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There he was, here again. This time alone. He had been coming here for a while. He looked around and stopped when his eyes settled on me. He raised his hand and signaled me to come over.

I took a notepad and a pen from the counter and stood up from my stool. I flattened the wrinkles on my apron and made sure to keep my blonde and brown out of my face. I walked over to his table with a small smile. Courtesy is a must if you're a waitress and want to keep your job. I just hope it didn't look too fake.

My name's Maximum-Max-Ride. I'm eighteen years old and currently waiting tables to cover all the expenses my baby, my family and me need to cover.

"Hello. I'm going to be your waitress for the night. Are you ready to order?" I cheerfully said and took the pad and paper from my apron.

"What's your name?" he asked.

I pointed at my name tag that said MAX.

"Oh," he said and blinked. "I just thought . . . never mind. Is it short for Maxine?"

"Actually, it's short for Maximum." I glanced at the seat beside him." Is red-head coming?"

A moment passed in silence as he thought about it.

"She won't be coming here for a while. At least not with me." He paused. "We broke up."

I blinked and looked down. I didn't usually get this kind of comments from my customers.

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" he asked in a duh tone. "I'm not."

This guy strike me (in that moment) as a jerk. I glanced uncomfortably over my shoulder. The clock was ticking and my time here was drawing closer - and he still hadn't ordered.

"Listen, I really don't..." I stopped to choose my words carefully. "I'm not here to play psychologist. I'm here to take your order. I don't know about you, but I have a family to take care of at home. Are you going to order or not?" As much as I tried to not sound rude, I did by the end of it anyways.

I admit, he does have that whole dark bad boy thing that makes some boys attractive, but he seem . . . I don't know. When he said that he broke up with his girlfriend he seem kind of happy. Maybe she was a bad person, somehow I didn't think that was it. Usually the guy's all cute and nice and the next second you're crying over that boy that seemed so nice. I really shouldn't judge though. It's not my place.

"I want a medium rare hamburger."

"Okay. Would you like any fries or drinks with that?" Yep, that's me. The ever so nice waitress. Yeah, right.

"Sure. How about some diet coke?"

I jot it down on the notepad.

"Would you like anything else?"

He shook his head "no."

"Okay." I repeated his order aloud to make sure that I got everything right.

I went back to the counter and gave the chef the order and did all the other usual stuff waitresses do.

It was the end of my shift when I spoke to him again.

"How can I help you?" I said.

"Can you get me that paper that tells me how much I have to pay please?"

"Sure."

I went back and got the total.

"Here you go." I handed it to him.

He got his wallet out and quickly counted a couple of bills. He gave them to me and signed the paper.

I counted the money. There was too much extra. Even if it was a tip.

He got up and was about to walk away when I said, "You overpaid."

He turned around. "I know. Keep it. You seem like a nice girl."

And then he walked out. Just like that. He didn't say anything else, he didn't even glance back. How could someone do that? Just give you twenty-five dollars in tip and say "you seem like a nice girl" without even knowing you, and on top of that, he walks out.

Chill, Max. It's not the end of the world.

I glanced down at his signature on the paper. Nick Raven. Mystery Guy finally has a proper name. Now I didn't have to think of him as that or think of him as the guy that people seem to call "Fang."

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A/N: I know that was a little short and didn't have much action, but I promise that the next chapter will probably be longer and with more action. I just thought of this story and I really have no idea where it's going. I need the readers' help. Also, if you have a better idea for the title, tell me! If you PM me, I won't be able to know about it so if you want to tell me something, review. Or send me and e-mail at wasauskyrocketmail dot(.) com . Please submit ideas. I will give you credit if I use them.

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