Wrong Love

Chp:8

•Sam•

"How's it going?"

"What kind if question is that?"

"I just wanted to know if my girlfriend was having a nice life, your welcome."

The ride was pretty silent except for a few jokes thrown here and there. When we finally got to our destination I looked around. It was a fancy Italian restaurant.

"Reservation for Sean Hernandez."

"Your table is ready please follow me."

We sat down and looked over the menu. I finally settled on spaghetti and meatballs.

"Hello my name is Clarissa, and I'll be your server for tonight." She was googling over Sean which annoyed me because I'm sitting right here!

"Can I start you off with some drinks?"

Her question mainly aimed and Sean.

"I'll have a pepsi."

"What do you want to drink?" She bent down and whispered in my ear," I suggest the water it'll do you a favor."

"Umm, I'm good thanks."

With that she walked off her hips swaying.

"What was that about?"

"What are you talking about?"

"With that waiter girl what'd she say to you?"

"Nothing."

He didn't look convinced but he dropped the subject. I can't believe she said that I'm still recovering from my past.

Later she returned but she buttoned down her shirt a bit and put on some more make-up.

"May I take your order?" She fluttered her eyelashes at Sean but he had a disgusted face on.

"I'll get the chicken parm." Replied Sean.

"I'll have the garden salad thank you."

We passed her our menus and she left. I couldn't help but think she was right I am pretty chunky. I need to lay it down a bit.

"What's bothering you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Ever since that girl said something to you you've been out of it acting a bit distant."

"No nothing's wrong."

"Samantha, please?" He looked at me with begging eyes.

"I'll tell you later it's too embarrassing to say in public."

About five minutes later the bimbo came back with our food.

•Sean•

Something is wrong with Sam. First she didn't get a drink second she got a salad third that bimbo is really bothering me I only like Samantha every other girl looks like a troll to me.

"Um Clarissa can I have some napkins please?"

"Sure!" She sent a wink my way. I turned to face Sam but she had her head down. She only ate half of her salad which was quite small. How weird. The slut came back with the napkins. I saw on the first napkin it said : Hey baby here's my number call me ;) <3 [insert number]

How gross!

"Umm do you have a trash can?"

"Yeah I can throw it away for you."

"Even better." I tore the napkin to shreds and gave it back to her. She had a look of surprise plastered on her crayon raped face. It was absolutely priceless. Later she stomped away. What a freak.

She came back with the check I left $40 on the table and left.

I opened the car door for Samantha and closed it as well.

"Now, are you going to tell me what happened with that girl?"

"Do you think I'm fat I slammed the brakes and looked her in the eyes.

"Samantha, I don't think your 'fat' to me you're absolutely perfect."

"You mean it?"

"Cross my heart."

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I love you lovelies sorry I didn't update things came back tell me what you think about my story. I don't want to rush the drama because I'm only on chapter 8 so the story will have to develop thank you for reading

~Stay Lovely~

-Sam💕