the Mafia boss's son

Chapter 1

"You're in my seat."

I glance over my left shoulder to see a tall, olive skinned boy with fluffy black hair. I turn back around as if I never saw him. "I don't see your name on it." I inform him with a sour tone in my voice. He walks around to the front of the desk and slams his hand down on the desk making me flinch, but I recover quickly with a mean glare in my eyes.

"Do you know who I am ?"

"No, and nor do I care. On the other hand though, you're acting like a child throwing a temper tantrum over a stupid chair." I tell him with a smug look on my face, while crossing my arms over my chest.

The guy leans towards me, inches away from my face. His breath smells minty. Why is that what I'm thinking about right now, I really don't know. He whispers in my ear... Something about having me killed? I wasn't paying attention anymore. Then as he moved away he gave my right shoulder a little push. I stood up and pushed him back harder now provoked. The guy pushed me again, but this time he sent me stumbling backwards over his seat. The other kids in class laughed at me as I did so. I stood up, brushing my self off, then without warning I punch him square in the nose.

Surprised, his slightly shaking hand touches the blood running out of his nose. He gets mad because I actually landed a punch on him, the guy begins to lift his fist up to punch me back. I hold me index finger up as if to say 'hold on' and obeying me he does.

"What would the teacher who," I look at the clock at the front of the room, "is about to walk in here in five minutes by the way, say if they saw you punching on a sweet, innocent girl like me?" I ask him with fake puppy dog eyes and a pouty lip.

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" I nod as I take the seat next to the guy. He grumpily sits down next to me, a little to close if I must say.

For the rest of the time in class we sit in awkward silence. I tried to talk to him again but he kept just saying no, and shutting the whole conversation down.

There was about 10 minutes left of class before we get to go home. I looked over at him and just stared at him. He looked at me out the corner of his eye and then went back to his work, ignoring me. I continued to stare at him. After a minute or two he slams his pencil down on the desk and takes in a sharp breath. "What do you want ?" He whispers to me in a angry tone.

"Just your name, tough guy. " I whisper back to him smugly.

"You don't need to know my name. But I will tell you one thing," He grabs the collar of my shirt, pulling me close towards him, "don't you ever sit in my seat again, or I might just have to punish you for it puddin' pop." He lets go of my shirt right as the bell rings.

The guy grabs his things and walks out the door before I can even process what the hell just happened.

I walk down the school hall still thinking about it, and even on the walk home. What could he have ment by punish me for it?

I walk through my yard and shake the thoughts out of my head. I get the house keys out of my bag and unlock the door, locking it again as soon as I get inside. I throw my things on the couch and get a shower so I can go to work.

After my shower I get dressed in a light blue dress with a white apron on top and black flats. I put my hair up in a bun with a matching blue head band. If you where to look at me while I walked to the bus stop, you would say I looked like Alice in wonderland looking for the rabbit hole. The only difference is my rabbit hole is the diner I work at.

The bus drops me off at show star diner. I clock in and get straight to work.

Let me tell you something about the S.S diner. Yes we may sell food like a regular diner. We bust and wash dishes all normal things. The only different thing that makes our business a success is that all the waitress dress up in 'sexy outfits'. We all wear the same blue dress but they are all to short and dip to low in the front. People just call us the hooters of diners, which I mean they aren't wrong.

About a half hour into my shift the little door bell rings. A group of handsome guys around my age walk in laughing and joking with one another. They take the booth in the far corner of the diner. I let them settle in while I gather my thoughts and mentally prepare myself for embarrassment. I grab my note pad out of my apron as I walk over there while swaying my hips.

"What can I get for you guys tonight ?" I ask the group as I stop in front of the table making my brest bounce as I do so.

"We'll take 3 chocolate shakes and 2 vanilla, with a basket of fries to start with. You got all that puddin' pop?"

I stop writing and my face turned red. Without even looking up from my note pad I could tell who it was. I look him straight in the eye and nod with a smile on my still red face. "Right away sir. " I turn around and speed walk back to the kitchen, trying to get away as fast as I can.

Why is he here? Oh my God, he's going to tell every one in school about me working here. MY LIFE IS OVER!!! I lean on the back counter with my hands covering my bright red face.

I could tell this night was not going to end well.