I couldn't see. Lights were flashing everywhere. Red, blue, white. All I hear is a heart monitor beeping really fast and then go flat. I didn't know what was happening, but I screamed. I tugged at my hair as a hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around to see Damon full on sobbing, and together we cried and cried. I don't know what's happening, but I know it's not good.
"Becca, hey Becca" fingers snapped in front of my face and I recognized the perfectly manicured nails to be Myyah's. "You okay?" She asked warmly smiling at me. I nodded and shook off the bad feeling. It's okay, Becca. This night will be good. Nothing bad is going to happen..but what if it doesn't. We finally made it to the restaurant. We all got out of Sammy's jeep. "You brought me to an Italian restaurant?" I asked smiling widely. He walked over to me wrapping his arm around my waist nervously. "Is that alright, baby?" He asked. Myyah came over with Jack's arm around her shoulder. "Totally" Myyah breathed out smiling up at Jack who smiled back at them. We walked in the restaurant. It wasn't crowded but it wasn't empty.
"We have a reservation under Wilkinson" the young girl nodded and brought us to our table. "Here you go sir. Call me over when you're ready to order" she winked at him before walking away. She swayed her hips more, though. "I want rosé champagne, you?" I asked Myyah. "Um, Pepsi would be nice." Sammy and Jack agreed before calling over the slu– I mean waitress over. "What would you like to drink?" She asked pulling down her shirt to show more cleavage. I turned over to Sammy, and was mad to see him staring at her breast. "One rosé and three Pepsi's please"
She nodded before turning back over to Sammy. "Would you like something off the menu?" She said, lowly. "U-uh, n-no thanks" he stuttered playing with the collar of his flannel. She bit her lip and nodded before walking away. "U-uh, n-no thanks" I mocked him. He rolled his green eyes before reading over the menu. I already knew I was just going to get the pasta so I decided to look around. Everywhere I looked I saw some people from my gang there dressed up as a customer or waiter, but something caught my eye. Sammy's friends were doing the same thing. What the hell?
"Two cheese pizza slices, 2 spaghetti and meatballs, and pasta please" Myyah said glaring at the waiter. The girl rolled her eyes before walking away. A minute later our drinks came. "Here you g– oops" iced water and rosé splashed on my lap. My face heated up in anger as I got up from my chair, a little too quick. The legs of the chair screeched as it slid across the floor. The restaurant got quiet. "Oh, shit" Tyler said. I know it's Tyler because Tyler is not the quietest person.
"You fucking, bitch" I screeched. Her face went pale. I felt a hand wrap around my wrist pulling me back. "Becca she's not worth it" Myyah said. The girl sarcastically laughed and that's all it took for Myyah to let go. "On second thought, fuck this bitch up" that's all I had to hear before balling up my first and throwing a punch to her face. She fell to the floor, and before I can body slam her strong arms wrapped around my waist and threw me over their shoulder.
"Show times over lets go" Sammy said carrying me out. "No let me fuck that bitch up. She think she can treat me like that. Oh hell no. I'm fucking Rebecca Cuai! Come at me, bitch" I yelled at the girl who was being helped up by a worker. "Nope you're going home" that was the last thing Sammy said before taking me home.
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It's You (Sammy Wilk fanfic)
Fanfiction"It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time. Heaven is a place on earth with you." ~Lana Del Rey [ Under Slow Editing Process ]
