The bet

5-The bet

Haven's POV

I looked down at the monopoly board that was seated on the cold hard jail floor, I was debating whatever I should buy the Whitehall street or not. So far I had the Vine, strand, Pall Mall and the oxford street.

"I'm going for it" I grabbed 140 Monopoly money, put it in the box and grabbed my card that showed me as the owner of that street. I watched as Hunter grabbed the cubes and shock them in his hand before throwing it at the floor, reveling the number of steps he could take.

Five and two

I clenched my jaw, knowing that he would be able to buy the Mayfair Street, the best one in my opinion.

He looked up at me; his eyes glinted of amusement when he saw my facial expression. "I'm going for it'' he said, slowly. I mentally groaned and took the monopoly money from his hands and started looking after the right card for him.

"Hunter Mars, your dad is here to pick you up" a voice suddenly announced, both me and Hunter snapped our heads towards the direction were the voice had come from. Right behind me was a cop and next to him a man in his late 40s I would guess. He had black, short hair, green eyes and looked hell of a lot like Hunter.

Well duh, it's his dad.

I quickly stood up and brushed of the dirt on my jeans and then straightened myself, reaching my hand out towards his dad. "Hello, Mr. Mars I'm Haven. A friend of your son" he looked at me with a bit of surprise and then grabbed my hand and shocked it. "Nice to meet you Haven, and please call me Ben" he smiled a big smile at me and I smiled back. "Well... I better get going now" I bent down and grabbed my monopoly board before walking towards the exit door. "Goodbye Hunter see you in school, and it was lovely meeting you Ben" I shouted to them before opening the door and walked towards the bus stop.

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"Two chicken salad's, one water and one Fanta, right?" I asked the two girls that were seated in front of me for conformation. "Actually, I think I'll have a hamburger instead" the pretty ginger said with a big smile on her lips. I nodded and quickly drew a line across the 2 and changed it to a 1 before I wrote her new order down. "Your food will be here soon" I smiled at them and walked away, towards the restaurant kitchen.

I walked into the kitchen and ripped of the piece where their orders were standing and gave it to Michael, the chef. "Here you go, orders from table four" he gave me a big smile, "Thank you Haven" I smiled back.

"Haven could you please take table eight's order?" I heard Michelle say, begging, from behind me. I turned around and looked at her, with a raised eyebrow and placed my hands on my hips. "Why?" she tugged nervously on her shirt. "Um... well you see, they kind of..." I cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "Sure, I'll do it" I groaned. "You will? THANK YOU" she squealed and threw her arms around me.

You might be thinking. "Why is she making such a big deal of taking someone's order" or something like that, well you see Michelle has a hard time interacting with people. She gets really nervous, unless she has known the person for a while and trust's them. Usually she works in the kitchen but one of the waitresses' called in sick today so Michelle had to replace her. So far it's not going very well.

I hugged her back tightly and we both let out a small laugh before she released me. "I'll be back soon" I said as I turned around and once again started walking towards the tables.

"Finally a new waitress is heading towards our way. The other one was so weird, she can't even take someone's order. There must be something wrong with her" I could hear one of the women say at table eight and the others nodded their head in agreement. I could feel the anger boil inside of me and I was trying my hardest to not lose it. But it only got harder and harder as I neared the table. i squeezed my fist and took a deep breath as I arrived at their table, putting on a fake smile for them politely. I took up my small note block and a pen from my apron pocket, "What would you like to order?" I asked, trying my hardest not to lose my shit right here. The woman who had made that comment about Michelle earlier placed her menu on the table and then turned her head towards me; she even dared to look me up and down, with a skeptical look. I scrunched my eyebrows together.