SoCal Summer

Chapter 5: Give Me Shit, You'll Eat My Spit

    The next day at work, Mya practically attacked me as soon as I walked in the diner.

    "Hi Emmy! How was your surfing lesson? Did you wipe out? Are you sore? Did Reid look just as hot up close? Does he have the V? Did he--"

    I slapped a hand over her mouth. "Geez, Mya! Don't forget to breath now and then. But yes, the lesson went as good as it could have gone. I still haven't been able to stay up though."

    "Aw, I'm sorry, Boo. But you didn't answer my other question: Is Reid just as hot up close?" She sighed dreamily. "I swear, he's so hot that he's probably the reason California stays warm in the winter time."

    "Mya!" I laughed, pulling her along to the back room so I could punch in my time card and grab my apron. "Yes, he is very attractive but that doesn't change that fact that he is also rude and a jerk."

    "But he was nice enough to give you surf lessons!"

    I scoffed, walking out of the staff room to the main dining area. "Yeah, after I basically blackmailed him into doing it. I'm pretty sure he hates me."

    I felt a buzz come from my front pocket.

    Next lesson tonight.-Reid

    Mya read the message over my shoulder.

    "You're so lucky," she sighed dreamily again.

    A loud commotion came from outside and we turned our heads to see what was going on. A rowdy group of popular boys from school walked through the door, shouting and tossing a football around. Mya groaned from beside me.

    "Can you take them, Emmy?" she pleaded.

    "Do I have to?" I whined. I didn't know if I had enough patience to deal with Lucas and his band of half-brained football friends.

    "I had to wait on them the last time they came in. According to the best friend contract, you're up this time," Mya countered.

    "I never signed any damn contract," I muttered under my breath as I made my way to their table.

    Without much enthusiasm I said, "Hi, welcome to Sandy's Diner. I'm Emily. What can I get you guys?"

    "Well, hello, baby. I'm Lucas. And yes, I am single," he responded with a smirk, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.

His friends burst into laughter and high fived him while I pulled my hand away and gave him a look that said 'are you serious?'

"Lucas, I know who you are. We go to school together, remember?" I stated in a 'duh' tone. "And I know for a fact you're not single because you're dating Victoria Ashford, so quit lying to every other girl you meet."

"I broke up with her before summer started. Gotta keep my options open, you know?" He winked at me again.

How could I forget their routine? Lucas and Victoria were the king and queen of the school, and had been since they started dating freshman year. They were one of those on-again off-again couples who practically broke up every other month, but some how they always got back together again. Lucas was a complete douche bag, but Victoria actually seemed like a very nice girl from the few times I had talked to her. I had no idea why she put up with Lucas.

I breathed out slowly and pinched the bridge of my nose, before plastering on a fake smile. "You know what? Never mind. What do you guys want?"

    "I'd like your number, sugar," said an overly crisp guy named Ash. Did he know there was a magical invention called sunblock? He was going to turn to ash soon if he didn't start taking care of his skin.

    "Look, are you going to order or not?" I snapped, starting to lose my patience.

    "Calm your tits, Amelia," Lucas raised his hands as if that would calm me down. His friends once again laughed obnoxiously like he was the funniest comedian to grace this planet.

    "It's Emily. And If you don't order in the next minute, I'm leaving." I was very close to full on bitch mode.

    Luckily, the idiots realized I was being serious and straightened up. I was able to take all of their orders with out a problem, until I reached the last of the bunch, a guy with backwards baseball cap who's name I think was Ethan.

    "And I would like the beach bum burger," he started, but had to keep talking, "Now, what kind of bums are we talking about here? Cause honey, if it's anything like your ass I'll have another one for later."

    I growled lowly, my hands in tight fists at my sides. I whipped around, glad I would have a break from them until their orders were ready. But as soon as I turned I felt a sharp pain in my backside. Did one of them just slap my ass? My teeth clenched as I stormed back to the kitchen, their cackling following me all the way there.

    "Wow, someone looks pissed," Mya followed me back, hanging up orders from her table.

    "The nerve of those guys! One of them just hit my ass!"

    "Well, who can blame them? You've got a nice booty!"

    I gave her a pointed look.

    "We could always pull the old 'give me shit, you'll eat my spit'?" she suggested with a sly smile.

    We smiled deviously at each other. We had a policy for the rudest customers. Ifthey were giving us a hard time, we would spit in their food and laugh as they unsuspectingly ate it. We only implemented this policy on the worst customers who were so nasty it would make the devil himself proud.

Those boys should've know that if they gave me shit, it would only be polite for me to return the favor.