Hello…
So I lied about updating super fast. I just got caught up in school shopping and parties and stuff. But I'm giving you an extra longish chapter to make up for it. REVIEW! Thanks to all of you that reviewed my last chapter and added me to your favorite author/story list. (:
This chapter was inspired by "I do not hook up" by Kelly Clarkson.
…as I tried to watch the movie…
Two hours later we left the cinema, and a group of kids caught my attention. There were five of them, various ages and heights, but they all seemed extremely aware that I was looking at them. "Hey, do those kids look familiar to you?" I asked Monica under my breath. "No, I don't recognize them. Why?" I shook my head both to Monica and myself for seeing things. They all looked so familiar, yet so different from how I remembered them. Who were they? (A.N I know she's being stupid, but she has to be kind of oblivious for my plot to work.) I didn't get a chance to go over and ask them though, because at that very moment Chase Waters, who's a total pervert, came up and started flirting with me.
I say 'at me' because I was ignoring him completely, not engaging myself in anything he was saying. "So you wanna come over?" Was the last thing he said before I turned my attention on him. One of the guys from that group of kids, the tall dark one, seemed to stiffen as I turned toward Chase. "Excuse me?" I said, in my most threatening voice. The girls took a step back, but he was too much of an idiot to figure out that it was even a rhetorical question. "I said you want to come over?" "Oh I heard you perfectly fine," I said, anger threatening to boil over any second. Guys are such pigs! "I just couldn't believe that you actually asked me that." I took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but when Chase further suggested that I was flattered, I lost all sense of control. The dark dude across the room clenched his fists as I narrowed my eyes. What the hell? "Flattered?!" I nearly screamed, "Try disgusted! I can't believe how ignorant you are! Do I look like the type of girl who would go over to your house on a whim?" I emphasized his house, to make it more of an insult. By now, he was looking a little scared. Monica seemed to be debating whether or not to stop me from going too far, but decided differently and took another step back. "I am not that kind of girl, Chase. And you're a complete idiot to think for a minute that I would be interested in a pig-head like you. I don't 'hook up.'" I turned on my heel, leaving Chase shocked beyond words, followed by Annabelle, Jordan, and Monica looking rather pleased with the way I handled him.
Once we were far enough away, Jordan burst out: "Way to tell 'im, chika! He was totally dumbstruck!" "Yeah," Annabelle agreed, "but I would've slapped him." I laughed at their encouragement. How I wanted to slap him! But I would have ended up breaking his nose or something, and I didn't want to deal with that. Humans are so weak. I have to admit, telling him off felt really good. I've had to deal with so many drunken guys doing the same thing at the bar, but was unable to do anything about it because of the company policy. Guys like Chase deserved to get their asses kicked. "He needed that, Chase." Monica said some time later. I nodded, and from there we moved on to more important discussion topics, like shoes and makeup. This was turning out to be an even better idea than I imagined!
I got home at 1 A.M. exhausted from four hours of shopping, and crashed on the couch without even changing. I slept until noon, and when I finally got up decided I could use a massage. I called customer service, and headed down to the ground floor after showering and changing into my favorite bright red Ralph Loren bikini and turquoise terry-cloth robe to visit the day spa. The massage session, that lasted almost two hours, relaxed me and allowed me to think. Why did those kids look so familiar? They were all too young to go to a bar. I don't think they lived in this apartment building, they weren't well-kept enough. Maybe I've just seen them around the city. I finally concluded, after wracking my brain for recognition, that this was the most logical answer. If I suppressed knowing them from some other place, then I don't want to consider an alternative answer anyway. So I went back up to my apartment feeling completely rejuvenated, and got ready for work. I picked out a daring red off-the-shoulder blouse and tight black skinny jeans then finished the look with some red pumps. Our uniform regulations said that we had to wear red top and black pants- the outfit was up to us to pick out. I liked wearing semi-revealing and fitted clothes because it got me more tips from the guys at the bar. That's me- living the life.
In the short time I've worked as a cocktail waitress, I do tend to draw a crowd. I'm not sure if it's the way I dress, or how I shake the drinks, but the customers find my serving very entertaining. Personally, I just like to have a good time. When I got to the bar a half hour before my shift started, everyone seemed relieved that I came early. "Boss is going crazy," Monica warned me as she passed me on my way into the bar. I nodded my thanks and then sped off into the back to get started organizing the ingredients to my specialty drinks- the fruity cocktails. "Ride!" My boss called as I stepped through the back door. "Yeah, boss?" I answered. "Nice outfit." I smiled. He knew better than anyone my reasons behind my fashion choices for work. "Listen, I need you to cover the center bench tonight. It's going to be packed and rumor has it that a critic's coming to observe the hostess'. Put on a good show like always, would you?" I smiled again and nodded, as he turned to harp on someone for messing up the table arrangements. When have I not put on a good show?
Ta-da! Chapter 4! I updated my profile with links, so check it out! I added the bathing suit to my profile as well, assuming that some of you would like to see that as well. Tell me if I went overboard with the describing clothes, please. And I love constructive criticism! More than anything! REVIEW!
KTHNXBYE,
-Bergatron