Romancing Mr Stilleto

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"Evelyn what are you doing" Mila the head manager shouts while I try clocking out sneakily before I'm stuck for rush hour at the bar  covering the next round of shots. I learned pretty quickly working at a low paying bar in the middle of the city that it Didnt matter when my shift ended. I left when I was told I could leave."Umm...Mila I have to go, fam..family emergencies" I shake out scanning my eyes around the room trying my very hardest to find any way to escape."Please." she huffs, "your not going any wear" she says grabbing my arm trying to pull me back to the bar-top "No Mila I really need to go" I say yanking my hand back."Your drunk your not driving" she says while I try holding myself stuck in place. I was never drunk on the job she had more shots working in the last 2 hours then days of the month and her lies about me drinking came straight from her tipsy mouth. before I could protest a deep voice sounded behind me running chills down my spine. "Ill drive her home" he said while a shiver ran through every being of my body. I knew that voice, I spent 17 years learning that voice. That was the  moment I  got myself  wrapped up in the web of Maddox Stilloto.

Maddox stilloto 23 year old business man with a reputation of loving and leaving. his broody, cold demeanor can be seen from miles away litterly. The only people who you ever see him around are any women with working eyes landing him the place in my life of the only person I ever liked. Liked as in past tense. I knew Mr Stilloto when he helped old ladys with there groceries and helped a kid up when they fell.  I realized when he ditched me on homecoming to go with future prom queen Amber Dasani that I had placed my trust in the wrong person. The everyday talking and late night conversations we had slowly turned into the id rather get tackled by the running back then be within a 10 mile radius of you.

See the difference between me and Maddox is that when I turned 17 I wanted to stay up late and watch movies forever while when Maddox turned 17 he found out his mom had breast cancer and instead of confiding in his best friend he confided in the high he got when the attention of all the single girls in our school got put on him.

Loraine stilloto was on the board of directors she had the perfect storybook marriage the white picket fence house and she spent her free time reading books to children in the hospital. Loraine was never the type of person you would see locked up in her house getting pocked and prodded at from every angle while her husband washed his sorrow away in a good bottle of bourbon, her son washed his best friend away with the attention of other people and her newborn daughter was given to me to take care off, at least while she couldn't move. As for myself my mom died shortly after freshman year in a car accident leaving my dad to the same fate of knee deep in bottles. Loraine had her daughter 3 weeks before she found out she had cancer. i had been living with them since freshman year, she was as good a mom as any and I knew the minute I took the month old baby away from her dying mother id be stuck with them forever. Now i'm a 22 fresh out of scholarship payed collage student who babysits her ex bestfriends 5 year old sister while her 2nd mom slowly starts to give up on medication. all while the little money I make goes towards a tiny apartment filled with kids toys. somehow through all of that I still can't figure out how I ended up at a tiny coffee shop with moody Maddox across from me. 

"Drink it, I cant talk to you drunk" he says coldly while sliding over a warm coffee cup."first of all my manager is never not drunk and saying random things, and im not drunk." I said rolling my eyes while I take a sip of the comforting liquid. "What is this" I ask, the coffee taste familiar but I can't quite lay my finger on what it is. "French vanilla cappuccino 2 shots of espresso with 4 pumps of carmal" he says repeating my high school order. I drank one of these every single day from a local coffee shop called liv's. id sit in a reading nook and read for hours while sipping on one of these. "How did you remember that?" I asked shocked. I may have helped raised his sister and been around his house for years but I haven't talked to him in almost 6 years. "You were my best friend for 15 years I picked up on a few things" he said sitting back while it looked like he was having a hard time saying I was his best friend and how it was only for so long."Yeah well being best friends for so long you would think I wouldn't be so easy to get rid of" I say coldly wondering why I said that maybe its the liquid courage from the coffee or maybe its just something that needed to be said."Ev...Evelyn you know..I needed... never mind" he says shaking the thought from his head while I still heard him call me by my childhood nickname, his demeanor keeps shifting and its kind of worrying me."Dont call me Ev you lost that privilege the day I found you kissing Emily on the bleachers" I say flinching remembering when I caught him making out with my girl best friend after I had told her I thought I was like in love with him. Safe to say I haven't seen or talked to her in a while. he may have said he hated me but the real downfall of our relationship happend in that moment. "I didn't mean to, and your right at least Emily didn't care when I called her Em" he said coldly staring any wear but at me.

"Okay, i'm done here." I said standing to call a taxi. we were in the heart of New York it wouldn't be that hard. and I sure as hell wasn't going to sit here and let him insult me. "I just wanna talk" he says taking a drink of what I know is the same thing I ordered"Why now its been what 5 almost 6 years since you wanted to talk to me" I say looking down at my invisible watch."Evelyn can you please try to act civil" he says raking his hands trough his hair while breathing heavy."Nah I think were past that point but Ill still listen stilettos, what do you need" I say tipping my invisible hat caffeinated Evelyn is also known as honor y Evelyn.

"You and I both know its still ot o" he says pronouncing his name for me even though hes right i'm well aware how his name is pronounced.

"Yeah I know but stilettos is more fun to say so what do you need heely?" I ask laughing at the joke I made in my hea"You and I we need to make a deal" he says with a deadpan face while I straighten up in my seat. Fraternizing with the enemy was not on my itinerary but who am I kidding he was never the enemy.