A/N: Now I know that you guys are most likely super confused right about now because I already posted chapter 2. Well, I absolutely hated the way that I ended chapter 2 and I decided to redo it. It is better this way because I have no idea how to carry it on from the way I did it the last time. I hope you understand and enjoy! :)
"Kim! Table 3's order is up!" A redhead with a perky attitude called from behind the counter.
"Thanks Johanne!", the blonde called back, her southern accent showing through. The blonde was 22 year old Kim Crawford.
She rushed over to the piping hot plate of food. After picking it up and carefully balancing it in a way that it won't topple over and fall to the ground, she made her way to Table 3.
She delivered the food and gave the waiting customers a sincere smile. "Y'all need anything else?" Kim asked them, the only thing showing was pure sweetness. After they assured her they were fine she bid them goodbye.
Johanne's was a quaint, yet popular diner in the town of Seaford, California. Kim first started working there a few years ago along with her best friend, Grace. The best thing about her job was the people. They were all one big family.
Kim made her way to the back. She took her time card and clocked out. She untied her apron from around her petite waist and neatly hung it up on a hook.
"What are the plans for tonight?" The question came from none other than Grace. She had her long hair pulled back in a ponytail, as it was the dress code for all the waitresses.
"How about a movie? We can just hang out at my apartment and stuff ourselves with ice cream." Grace rolled her eyes. "Come on Kim! We need to get out! Live! Let's go to the club!" Kim scoffed at her friends request.
"You mean get all dressed up to wait outside in the cold for hours. Then when we finally get inside, we have to deal with a bunch of sweaty and drunk people brushing up on us. Uh, no thanks. I am just fine with staying in while wearing comfy pajamas."
Grace sighed in frustrated. "Honestly girl, why are you so strict about this. It's not that big of a problem! We can bribe our way into the club, have hot guys buy us drinks, and then dance the night away! I can picture it all on my head." Kim rolled her eyes. "That's what your imagination sees versus what reality is."
"GRACE! Come here!" Johanne's voice trilled through the half empty diner.
The brunette groaned. "Look, I'm not arguing with you anymore! We are going back to my apartment and we are to make you look as sexy as you are! Even if I have to tie you to the top of my car!" Her blonde friend laughed and nodded, amused.
After Grace left, Kim walked over to one of the barstools and plopped herself down. Her eyes gazed out of the glass doors.
She spotted what seemed like a stressed male sitting on the bench by the doors with his head in his hands. Her brows furrowed as she gazed at him. She hopped down from the padded barstool and made her way up to the doors.
Being closer, she was able to make out some of his features. He had long, shaggy brown hair. He was slightly tan and had HUGE biceps. Kim bit her lip.
"Kim! Let's go!" Grace came back into the main area of the diner. Kim grabbed her things and they two girls linked arms and skipped outside. Kim looked over her shoulder, hoping to get a glimpse of the guy again. He was gone.
"I DID NOT SPEND HOURS ON YOUR HAIR AND MAKEUP FOR YOU TO STAND IN THE CORNER! COME ON THE DANCEFLOOR AND SHOW OFF YOUR SEXYNESS!" Grace's voice screamed over the booming noise of dance music.
Kim rolled her eyes and pulled up her dress. The blonde was wearing a strapless dark purple dress that reached just above her knees. Her hair was curled in soft, gentle waves that cascaded down her back. Her makeup was eyeliner, mascara, and dark purple eye shadow.
"Grace, it's really crowded right now. I will come in a little bit. I'm just going to get a drink."
"Okay, fine. But if your ass is not on this dance floor in 20 minutes I will throw you over my shoulder and bring your stubborn ass right here." The blonde giggled as her vibrant friend departed. She ran over and started dancing with a random guy.
Grace has always been one for parties and fun. All through high school she was the daring one who was always looking for something exciting and adventurous. Kim was fun and wild too but the same old craziness wasn't always at the top of her list.
She settled down and ordered a martini. She tapped her nails on the smooth surface as she waited. She looked around and saw a whole bunch of drunk people falling down and giggling uncontrollably. But somehow her mind drifted back to the guy she saw on the bench. She couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so stressed.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her drink arrived. The bartender passed it over and winked at Kim. She shivered a bit at how uncomfortable it made her.
A few more minutes passed until she heard a familiar voice call her name. "KIM!" The blonde jumped out of her seat and ran to go meet her wild friend.
The two young girls stumbled outside of the club, giggling. It was about 2 in the morning and after having a great night, neither wanted the fun to end. But they had to get home and handle their responsibilities that awaited them tomorrow.
They were on their way to the car when Kim stopped. "Oh crap. I think I lost an earring", she said while feeling her left ear. "Go on. I will meet you in the car." Grace nodded and left.
Kim walked a few feet around spotted the glistening of her misplaced earring. She picked it up. While putting it back in her ear, she noticed something suspicious in the shadows a few feet away. She moved a little closer and her jaw dropped at the sight before her.
She saw two dark figures. One was beating on the other.
Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol in her system that had her feeling a bit courageous. Because at any other time she would have reacted differently.
She ran up to them.
"Hey! Get off of him! Leave him alone!" Kim grabbed the victim of the beating as the other guy ran away.
"Are you okay?!" Kim got a groan in response. "Let's go."
She was surprised that she was able to support his weight. He wasn't a light person, especially since he was a good percent bigger than her.
She reached in the pocket of his leather jacket and pulled some car keys. She pressed the button and heard a beep. The sound came from a black Lamborghini not to far away. She dragged him across to his car, the only sound was his faint groaning.
Kim opened the passenger door and helped the stranger in before rushing to the other side. She got in and settled herself before talking. "We need to get you to a hospital."
"NO, not a hospital. Just take me to my penthouse." Kim, not wanting to argue at such a late hour, nodded.
She glanced at the guy and backed at the steering wheel. Suddenly, Kim froze. She slowly turned to face him again, realization dawned on her.
It was the guy from the bench earlier today.
Well what a nice way to meet.
A/N: Well, this was pretty terrible. But in my defense its about 1 am right now and so I'm not in a full state of mind :/
Review and tell me what you think. I'm sure that it was not as good as it could have been but I hope you guys liked it! :)