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Chapter Two: Be Grateful For What You Have.
Alissa rolled over, she felt so tired. She was thankful she had the night off, but she hated that she would be alone. She forced herself out of bed and glanced at the clock, 7:05 am. She was use to little sleep, since working those two jobs a couple years ago, she never could get a full eight hours in. She walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. She grabbed the milk from the fridge, then reached for the cereal on top of the shelf. Just as she had hold of the box, the phone rang startling her, and the cereal fell, spilling out all over the floor.
"Dammit." She shouted. Feeling cereal crunch beneath her feet as she answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Good Morning Ms. Paige!" The male replied.
She tried to place the voice, but couldn't. It was too early for her to think. "Morning." She said as she began cleaning up the mess.
He sighed. "Forgot me already?"
"Um, sorry!" She tried, but her mind wasn't cooperating.
"It's me Randy." With disappointment in his voice.
She smiled. "Oh, no I didn't forget, it's just to early to think."
He cheered up. "I just wanted to say thank you again for last night, and wanted to treat you to breakfast."
She thought for a moment. "That's not necessary. I was just about to eat here."
"It's just breakfast, besides you are probably going to make a cold ass bowl of cereal. So why turn down a hot delicious meal for that?" He didn't know the girl and just guessed, but he was right. She froze for a moment, then dumped the crunched cereal into the trash can.
She looked out the window making sure he wasn't spying on her. "Fine let me get some decent clothes on, where do you want me to meet you?"
"Waffle House. I will be there in thirty minutes." He smirked.
She ran her hand through her hair. "See ya in a bit."
They hung up and she instantly felt nervous. "What am I doing?" She asked herself out loud. Without thinking anymore she looked through her closet searching for something cute, but why did it matter what she wore. He was just a guy being grateful for her helping him out of a rut last night. She barely knew him, why was she so worried about what she was going to wear? She settled on a pair of jeans, plain t-shirt, and sneakers. Alissa pulled into the parking lot of the semi crowded restaurant. Checked her make-up, and hair, took a deep breath, then proceeded to join Randy. She walked in and spotted him quickly. He was sitting with a few guys, she guessed were also wrestlers. She turned to walk back out, she debated whether to stay or go as she stood looking out the door. She went to push the door open, but someone grabbed her arm, and pulled her back. He noticed she was heading back out the door and didn't want her to leave.
A smile spread across his face. "You made it."
She nodded. "Yeah, sorry it took me a little longer than I thought."
"That's okay. I hope you don't mind, but a few of the guys wanted to come too!" He apologized with his eyes.
She shook her head. "Not at all."
They walked over to the table, and three pairs of eyes were set on her. "Guys this is Alissa, Alissa this is, John, Mike, and Jeff." She smiled and they smiled back.
"Nice to meet all of you." She reached out and shook each ones hand.
"You too." John smiled, and the others nodded in agreement.
"So your the girl Randy was talking about?" Jeff asked.
Randy looked at Alissa then she looked back at him. "Yes, she was the one that helped me out last night."
"Really? You must like her, if you asked her out to breakfast." John replied.
Alissa caught on. "It's not like that, his car was stolen and I gave him a ride back to the hotel, that was all."
"Sure?" Mike added.
She raised her brows. "What do you take me for? Some people might get a thrill by spreading theirselves around, but I don't!" She was pissed.
"Excuse him Alissa, he has issues. Anyway you look like a nice girl, no offense intended." John smiled.
"Fine, I will let it go." She sat down next to Randy in the booth.
The waitress walked over. "Good morning, what can I get you?"
"A lovely smile, and maybe a number!" Mike said.
The waitress blushed. She had curves and over did her make-up, but she had pretty green eyes, and blonde curly hair. "Well now that can be arranged sweet cheeks. But until then, how about some food?"
Randy interrupted before Mike said another word. Each one ordered, then the waitress went back behind the counter."Dammit Randy, I could of had her." Mike scoffed.
Randy shook his head in embarrassment. "Man your games are ridiculous. Maybe just for today you could calm down."
Alissa started to open her mouth but closed it. "Dude I am sure I would of gotten a free meal, if you hadn't of interrupted." Mike said.
John noticed Alissa. "Was you wanting to say something?" He asked looking at her.
"I was, but never mind." She answered.
He smiled. "No please go ahead. Sometimes you have to talk over us, to get a word in."
She nodded. "Okay, well I was just going to say. It's kind of sad that this poor woman is working hard to support herself, and he is trying to con her out of a free meal. I am certain you make more than enough to pay for your own food. Your an asshole, and an even more pathetic excuse for a role model."
Everyone laughed except Mike. "Well at least I can afford what I want and don't have to drive around in a piece of shit."
She laughed, as everyone sat silent. "Your right it is a piece of shit, but it's all I got. Guess you were never taught how to be grateful for what you have, or has the business went to your head?"
John ran his hand over his head. "Damn, I like you!"
She smiled. "Well it's the truth. I have never had anything glamorous and I am okay with that. But I am not okay sitting back watching someone take advantage of some poor innocent woman that's trying to do her job, and not say anything."
"Aren't you a stripper? How can you be grateful for that?" Mike asked.
Apparently Randy had said a little too much, but she didn't care, after all it was the truth. "I am a dancer. I admit, I don't like working there, but it's the only place that gave me a chance on such short notice. So I have to tough it out, but I am grateful I have a job that keeps a roof over my head, food in my stomach, pays my bills, and puts clothes on my back. I am also grateful to have a boss that respects his employees and protects them at all costs."
Mike huffed, changed his order to, to go then left.
"Sorry, people like him piss me off." She was honest, but apologized.
Randy put his head down. "We use to do the same, but not anymore. It's kind of all our faults, cause it started out as a dare, then turned into a bet. I guess we did use our fame to our advantages, I apologize."
She nodded. "Well at least you stopped. Not everyone, are as blessed to be in your positions, have their dream job and living the way they always wanted. Some of us don't have choices but to force ourselves to do things, to make it by."
They all apologized with their eyes. "We know that. So you lived here all your life?" John asked.
"Yes, it's not exactly the best place to live, but it's home. You have to be careful, certain areas of this town can kill ya." She glanced at Randy and he smiled.
"You better stay away from those areas then, someone might take advantage of you." Jeff replied.
She chuckled. "I only go there when I have too."
Randy smiled. "Maybe you should get a gun for protection or some pepper spray."
She laughed. "I have bad aim so I doubt the gun would be of any use, but the pepper spray, I will consider." She remembered something that she had wanted to ask. "Randy, how did you get my number and last name?" She raised an eyebrow.
He smirked. "I am just that damn good."
She crossed her arms. "Seriously, I want to know."
He sighed. "Fine, after you dropped me off last night. I looked through the phone book for the number to the club, I wanted to take you out for breakfast to properly thank you. I called and lucked out. A guy named Ben answered, and we compromised. He came to the hotel, I gave him an autographed shirt and took a couple pics, then he gave me your last name, number, address, and anything else I wanted to know." A smile grew on his lips.
She nodded. "That was my boss, I should of known he sold me out. "They talked for another twenty minutes then it was time to go. Randy paid, then he walked her to her car, opening the door and gently closing it back when she was seated. She smiled. "I guess this is goodbye. So take care, and be careful from now on!"
He laughed. "I will, and you do the same."
John looked to Randy as he got into the car. "What's up with you and Alissa?"
Randy watched as she started her car. "I think I just met the love of my life." John shook his head as they headed back to the hotel.
She went home, sat on the couch and turned on the TV. The Marine was on pay per view, so she ordered it, only cause she saw John's name in the summary. It was an okay movie, not her favorite. But it was worth the watch. She laid down and drifted off to sleep.