Chapter 2
FOUR'S POV.
"Ok that will be $1.45," I say as I hand Lauren her smoothie.
"Thanks Four," she says as she winks and bends down to reach her smoothie while showing me all her cleavage. Can't she understand we are done. One date one date. She got me drunk by spiking my lemonade and then I woke up next to her naked in her apartment. I mean what kinda girl does that? She stills tries to get me to be with here in the most small, secluded places. Gosh no, that night was a mistake and it will never happen again, ever.
"Four. Four. Four!" Lauren says with an annoyed face.
"Uhh oh what?" I am snapped out of my thoughts with her constant snapping in my face.
"I said if you would like to catch a movie or something later. So what do you think?" She asks with a seductive tone.
"Uh I actually," think of an excuse, quick! "have to work two extra shifts since we're short a person," Uh pretty good half true actually.
"Oh come on Four your mom owns the restaurant, can't you skip a few shifts? Please! Come on for me?" Lauren says as she pouts her lips.
"Sorry no, now please go you are holding up the line," I say as I move over to the next cash register. "I can help you over here guys," I wave to the people to now form a line in front of bar line #3. I turn to look to Lauren she's blushing HARD. Anger, fury, embarrassment ? I don't care, as long as she's out of my way.
"Hey Four, my man can you take a pink lemonade to table 11?" Uriah asks, " I need to go drop of food at table 5." He finishes.
"Sure," I say nonchalantly. I pick up the lemonade and walk over to table 11. Damn that girl is fi- The lemonade, no crap!
"I am so sorry, I tripped on a chair. Do you need help cleaning up?" I ask the blond- haired girl.
" Umm, no Im fine thank you," she replies with a sad smile.
"What's wrong did I ruin something?" I ask.
"Well," she stutters,"ya kinda of. I was filling out an application to work here," she says mumbling the last couple of words.
"Seriously? I am so sorry, please forgive me. Is there anything I can do to help you or repay you!" I couldn't care less but I have to be nice to the customers.
"You can get me a job," She says with a small laugh.
"I can!? It's done then come with me," I say as I grab her wrist.
"Wait what, were are you taking me to and I cant get a job that easily. And besides how will you get me a job?" She asks.
"Well my stepdad and mom own the bar and grill, duh. I will just tell them you're a close friend and need a job," I say. I mean a hot girl working here. Score.
"No, if I get a job it will be because I earned it, not because some mommy's boy butted me in," She scowls at me and snatches her wrist from my grip.
"Sassy huh? Well fine then, I will get you another application and you can spend another 30 minutes filling it out. Deal?" I ask, annoyed with her already.
"Deal. Now were is my application?" She asks sternly.
"Wait here while I go get one. Oh and by the way Im not a mommy's boy. And I have a name," I say.
"Fine then what-" I don't here anything else, doesn't she want an application?
"Here. There," I say throwing the application on the table.
"Rude much, I bet you only work here because your mommy and stepdad own the restaurant. All the other employees are nice but you are just plain rude. And to think I thought you were nice for offering if I needed help cleaning up," She says with a disgusted tone.
"You just-ugh. I am not rude. You're just a stubborn little girl who needs a job," I say as I point my finger ather and roll my eyes.
"You are rude, first you call me sassy, then walk away while I was still talking to you, after you come back you throw the application at me. And to top it off, you roll your eyes and point your finger at me. Thats not rude? And I still haven't gotten your name!" She says in one breath.
"You are the cause of this, you're so demanding!" I say as I turn around. Wait.
"Oh and by the way my name is Four," I spit at her.
"Nice name," She scoffs.
"You know what, I seriously hope you don't get a job here!"I say walking away.
After about 40 minutes, I feel a paper on the counter. Oh an application.
"Thanks," I say.
"Oh it's you again," I hear a familiar voice.
"Ya, got a problem," I say as I set the application to the side, near the trashcan. Ya she might be hot but her attitude!
"Ya, I actually do. My application is like 2 inches from falling into the trashcan. I don't trust you with it. The fact you don't want me to get a job here makes me worry that the application never actually getting into the manager's hands," She says with a glare.
"Fine there, happy?" I say as I set the application in a file.
"Yes very thank you," She says in a sarcastic tone.
Bi-.
"Four, bro. Chill. How bout Zeke, me, and you go to that smoothie place tomorrow? Flirt with some girls?" Uriah asks. I'm not neccesarily a player, I just flirt with a lot of girls and get a couple numbers here and there. Not bad at all. Just teenage boy fun.
"Alright Uri." I let out a sigh.
"See you then," He says with a pat on my back.