The Boy Next Door (a Spencer Charnas fanfic)

Chapter Three

Once Spencer disappeared behind his door, I sigh. I was still holding the box of ruined box of pizza. The 20 dollar bill was still in my pocket. I shove my door open and throw the pizza away. I only had about an hour until I had to go to work.

Knowing that there was nothing to do at my sad little apartment, I decided to head into work early. Maybe I could find something to eat there. Although it wouldn't be the first time I go hungry for a day or two.

Time skip

Walking to work was just as much of a nightmare as walking home was. Once again, I was drenched. My clothes were clinging uncontrollably to my body. A couple customers gave me a weird look, most likely since I was leaving small puddles behind everywhere I walked. I clocked in and got ready to be the only goddamn waitress in this fucking small ass diner.

The diner was family owned. The manager hated my guts. He always scheduled me for the busiest days, and I was usually on my own. And if I wasn't, there was only one other person that was supposed to be here. But she never showed up. So either way, I was fucked.

Seeing that there was a long line that was close to being out the doors, my stress levels skyrocketed. I rushed over to the line and worked as fast as I possibly could to get everyone seated and a menu. I was writing down what tables were occupied when someone rung the bell in front of me.

"Oh, I am so sorry ab- oh......hey Spencer" when I look up, Spencer and another girl were standing in front of me.

The girl was just as tall as he was. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. She was fucking gorgeous, I'll give her that. But she gave off a weird vibe. There was a look in here eye that made me uneasy. Not only that, but the girl was clinging onto his arm like if she let go she would get killed.

"Hey Y/n, wasn't expecting to see you here. Anyways, got a table for two available?" He offered me a smile. Looking down at the seating chart, I noticed that we had exactly one table left.

"You guys are just in luck, we have one table available. Just to let you guys know, I am the only waitress currently here and as you can see we are extremely busy so the service will be slow. I apologize for this and will do my best to make sure you get everything in time and done correctly." I offer them a small smile and grab two menus. I have them follow me to the table. Once they're settled, I go back to tend to the other tables.

"Y/nnnnnn wassup girrrrlll"

An angry scowl makes it way to my face. She was drunk. The coworker that was supposed to be helping me was three hours late to her shift and she was drunk. I felt my blood heat up in a rage. She wouldn't be able to work like this.

"What the fuck, Ashe. You're drunk off your ass. And you're late to your shift. Don't even fucking bother clocking in, you're no help to me." I don't even want to look at her stupid face. This always fucking happens. I could feel the stares of customers on us. Judging. Always judging.

"Come ooonnnn. I could totally heelppp" her words were more slurred than a fucking slushy. (Does that even make any sense? 😭.) I could barely understand a word she was saying. Shaking my head in disappointment, I try and help the customers I'm with at the moment. She growls at my silent treatment and stumbles her way out of the diner. I eventually make it back to Spencer's table.

"I'm so sorry about that scene, guys. Have we decided what to eat yet?" I put on my best 'I totally don't wanna kill myself right now' voice with a wide fake smile. The girl sort of glares at me before speaking in a tone that can only be described as the call of a gold digger.

"I want a medium rare 12 ounce steak, a fruit cocktail, a side of fries, and for the appetizer we will take boneless wings." She gives me her worst fake smile. I look over at Spencer and notice him looking sort of shocked.

The steaks were our most expensive meal. If I were her, I would get the 8 ounce. That was its not quite as expensive and I would still get the steak. For some bizzarre reason, the 12 ounce was $4.50 more than the 8 ounce.  If I'm being honest, I wouldn't eat here because of the prices. I couldn't eat here because of the prices.

"U-umm....i'll just take a.....how about a grilled chicken. I'll take a grilled chicken." I nod and write down everything on my paper to give to the cooks. Right as I walk away, I hear the gold digger talk to him.

"Spencey.....I don't like that waitress. How do you know her? She's like....drooling all over you and I don't like it."

I have to suppress a laugh and eye roll.

Another time skip

The dinner rush had finally blown over. There was only a small amount of people left, Spencer and the gold digger included. I was helping another table when someone snapping at me.

"Waitress! Hellloooo!? We need the bill!" I could tell my the annoying tone that it was the gold digger that was with Spencer.

"I'm so sorry about that. I'll be right back." I smile at the people I was helping and walk over to the table. Spencer was hiding his face.

"Can I help you?" I made sure to sound extra annoyed.

"Firstly, you suck as a waitress, you're so incredibly slow. Secondly, I ordered a medium rare steak and this is well done. Third, I want my money back." I could see Spencer go to argue with the girl but I stopped him. I could handle this on my own.

"Ok listen up. First, I dunno if you notice but I am the only person here. Second, if it was cooked wrong, why'd you eat it all. Third, you haven't even gotten the check yet." I cross my arms over my chest. She, quite literally, goes red in the face.

"So separate bills or is this all on one?" I give a fake smile towards the gold digger then turn to Spencer, giving him an actual smile.

"One bill please"Spencer's voice was shy and unsure. I give him a look but nod. I go and get their bill.

When I go to see how much of a tip they left, my jaw dropped. Spencer had left me $20 on a $73.68 bill. That was more than 25%. Not by much, but it was. In one day, Spencer had given me $40. That was basically the most amount of money I've seen in a long time. I had to spend it wisely.

I had a feeling that I would be seeing more of that gold digger. And something told me that Ashe was up to no good like usual.

Writing has gone to shit. This is about the quality you should expect for the res of the book.