The Bad Boy Effect

Chapter 4: We Don't Believe In Cannibalism Here.

I grab two cups of coffee and bring them over to the elderly couple who are sitting in a booth. They're holding each other's hands and I find it super sweet.

I want a romance like that someday.

Ew. Emma, pull yourself together.

I hand them each a cup and pour the warm coffee inside it. I get the elderly woman some sugar and cream, and then I walk back to the kitchen and set the coffee container down. Earl is making burgers and fries, and I'm about ready to take a break.

I make a mental note that I've been here for almost three hours and Arran has not appeared once. I smirk to myself. Too afraid that I'm going to win this bet?

I step back into the dining area and stop. Speak of the Devil.

Arran has walked in, and he's wearing some dark jeans and a red, black, and white plaid shirt. I can smell his cologne from here, and it is something that I could get used to smelling every day for the rest of my life.

Oh my god Emma, stop. You sound pathetic.

He runs a hand through his perfectly gelled hair and makes it disheveled. He looks good and he knows it.

Asshole.

I clear my throat and walk up to him, making it perfectly clear that I am not affected by him at all. There is no way I am going to let the Bad Boy win.

"Welcome to Ray's Joint." I smile my most charming smile. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know he's waiting for me to swoon or something to that extent, but I simply take him over to a booth and hand him a menu. He takes it politely and pretends to skim through it.

"So you aren't today's special?" he asks pouting.

"Sorry, but we don't believe in cannibalism here." I say smiling sweetly.

"Who said I was going to eat you?" he asks smirking.

"We also discourage playing with your food here."

"But that's the best part." he says, his eyes getting a little darker. I try so hard to not let my breathing hitch. Although my stomach is twisted into thirty different knots.

Oh my.

Stop it Emma! He's just playing with your mind.

I clear my throat and pull out my notepad. "Seriously. What do you want to eat?"

"I'll take what I had the last time. Except for I think it want fries this time."

"Do you still want that diet cancer?"

"Of course." he says.

I roll my eyes. "Coming right up."

I walk back to the kitchen and give Earl the ticket. He grunts like usual and twenty minutes later I have everything ready and I carry it back to Arran. I set it down in front of him and he grins in appreciation.

"Is that all?" I ask.

"For now," he smiles.

I turn around and walk to a different booth to help a new customer, and I can't help but grin like an idiot. I don't know why, but I'm starting to have fun with this bet.

My shift is almost over, so I get my things packed up and am about ready to leave. I tell Earl goodbye and he gives his usual stink face towards me that shows he couldn't give less of a damn whether I'm dead or alive.

Thanks Earl, love you too.

I walk out to my mom's car- I needed some sort of transportation and she's been bottled up in her room for the entire day- and I almost scream. A filthy tow truck is currently about to drive away with my mom's car.