Making Up

As days passed, I found myself getting back into the swing of my old life. I visited Emily almost every day, I babysat Marcus for Sam whenever she had to work, and on top of that, I worked as a waitress down at this bar called "For Real Men." Of course it was a place where mostly biker guys came to chill, but hey…they needed some pretty girls to help out. I had to wear a half shirt that tied just beneath my breasts and black pants. The other girls chose to wear skirts but I didn't want to seem desperate. I got paid pretty well and received lots of tips. Anyways, besides all of that, I noticed that I hadn't seen or heard from Mark in almost three weeks. I was slightly worried at that point, and even asked Sam how he was doing just to see if she had spoken to him yet.

"Hey Kat, can you take table number 9 for me? My hands are really full and I don't think I can take another table." My friend Danny asked.

I nodded at him, "How many people are there?"

"One guy I believe." He said before taking his cleaning supplies and heading off to the bathroom.

I grabbed a menu and some silverware before heading over to the table. The guy was all the way in the back part of the bar sitting with his back to me. As I got closer and closer, I began to realize who it was.

"Hello there stranger," I said when I finally got close enough.

He looked up at me and then smiled, "Kitty, hey girl. He said as he opened his tattooed arms for me to hug him. I didn't know you worked here."

"Oh I just started a few weeks ago. How have you been?" I asked as I sat his menu down for him along with his silverware.

"I'm good, just stressed out really." He said.

I nodded, "Yea I know what you mean. Anyways, can I get you something to drink?"

He smiled wickedly and traced my body with his eyes. "Oh I think you can."

I shook my head, "Mark, there are no drinks on my body."

He laughed, "Yea right. Anyways, can I get two beers and some water?"

I nodded as I wrote it down. "Ok, I'll be right back."

He smiled as I walked away to get his drinks. I really didn't understand why men must drink so much…especially before they get their food. While I was making his drinks, I noticed some guy watching me from the other side of the bar. He was a handsome guy with caramel colored skin, a very muscular physique, and deep brown eyes.

I walked back over to Mark's table and sat the glasses down in front of him. "There you go. Are you ready to order sir?"

He laughed, "I hope you aren't really going to treat me like I'm an ordinary customer…"

I shrugged, "That's what you are right now."

"Oooh so it's like that?" he said.

I giggled, "No…"

He licked his lips and stared at me like I was an angel from a dream. "Damn,"

"What?" I asked.

"Why can't you be like…18."

I laughed, "I don't know maybe because my mother had me…16 years ago?"

He laughed, "It'll be 17 soon right?"

I nodded, "I see you remember."

"How could I forget? You had the biggest crush on me." He said.

I tried to fight off a smile but blushing only ruined it. "Be quiet. You had the crush on me so I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mm-hm…"

I laughed and then noticed the other guy still staring at me. What in the world is his deal I wonder…

"What do you want Mark?" I asked.

He looked through his menu and then looked up at me, "I want the Steak and fries please. Well done too with ketchup and-"

"-Honey barbecue sauce." I finished for him.

He looked at me in amazement, "How in the hell did you know that?"

"That's easy, we use to be best friends remember?"

His smiled faded slowly, "Use to be?"

"Well yea…you did push me away remember?" I asked.

He sighed and looked away from me.

"That's what I thought." I said before turning away so I could put in his order. While waiting for his food to come up, I went into the bathroom so I could calm myself down. I didn't want to cry, not in front of him. I had to keep this in otherwise I would just fall for him all over again.

Once I was certain I could return, I went back to the kitchen to fetch his food and then served it to him.

"Do you need anything else before I go?" I asked.

He sighed and glanced at me enticing me with those sexy eyes, "Yes actually, a second chance."

I bit my lip and then sighed, "Look I'll think about it, but you need to understand that it's hard for me to look at you without remembering that time in the hospital."

"I know Kitty and that's why I've been giving you some space." He said.

I smiled softly, "Well thanks. It's been nice."

"Good…well you've probably got other things to do so, go on Miss waitress."

I laughed, "Ok, just let me know if you need anything."

He nodded and then watched as I walked away. I went behind the bar and was grabbing a towel and some cleaner so I could wipe down tables when that other guy approached me.

"Hey there, can I get a glass of Tequila mixed with coke please?"

I stood up from where I was and looked at him. "Ok, would you like a big glass or a small one?"

"A small one…and if you don't mind I was just wondering what your name was."

"Oh I'm Katrina." I said as I made his drink.

He smiled, "That's a beautiful name. I'm Dave….Dave Batista."

I smiled, "Well it's nice to meet you Dave, here's your drink."

I slid it to him and he guzzled it down like it was a shot. Wonderful, just what I need at my counter.

"So are you from around here Katrina?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yes. I grew up here."

"Ah, I thought so…you look real familiar to me. Who are your parents?"

"My dad's name is Matt Hardy and my mom is Lita."

He gasped, "Oh I know them. Matt is the little punk that stole my girl."

I looked at him slightly confused, "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me right, your dad stole Lita from me in high school. If she would have stayed with me, I would have been your daddy."

I nodded slightly and then decided to walk away, "Ok sir, I have to tend to my customers so I'll be right bac-"

Before I could go anywhere, he had reached over the bar and grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly. "Don't you walk away from me when I'm talking to you!"

"Excuse me sir you need to let me go…" I said as I fought to get him off of me.

Mark, who was just finishing his meal, looked over at us and then quickly got up.

"hey, is there a problem here?" he asked when he got closer.

Dave released me and then got in Mark's face. "yea there is a problem, you are all up in my business that's the problem."

"Yea well I've got a problem with men like you putting your hands on young ladies like her."

Dave chuckled, "What? Is she your bitch or something?"

Mark just stared him down before reaching into his pants and pulling out his wallet. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to me.

"Kitty go pay for my bill….keep the change too. I don't think I'm going to be in here much longer."

I nodded and went to pay for the bill. Just as I paid for it and pocketed the change, I heard a huge crash. When I turned around, I saw Mark on top of Dave, pounding his face in. I had to admit, as scared as I was, I found it real…sexy watching Mark stick up for me. Soon my manager was able to get in there and have security pull them apart. Dave's face was all bloody when he walked out, as for Mark…well he looked like he was so happy to finally release some of the anger he had inside of him.

"Are you ok Kat?" he asked.

I nodded, "Thanks so much for sticking up for me."

"Oh anytime Kitten…you know I love you right?" he asked.

I smiled and looked away, nodding my head.

"So we can be best friends again right?" he asked.

I looked up at him and he looked back at me. "Oh alright…we can be best friends again."

"Yes!" he said before hugging me. "Good because I can't spend another day without speaking to you."

"Me neither Mark…me neither."

"Do you have a ride home?" he asked.

I shook my head, "No, I walked down here today."

"Ok, I'll take you home when you're ready ok?"

I nodded and then escorted him back to his seat. As I walked with him, I wondered if I should tell him about Marcus or not. I mean he deserved to know..right?