The Whore & The Virgin

Chapter 7

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Buffy

"Alright now have fun kids! Oh wait!" I run up to Liana and fix her hair for the nth time and smile. "I wrote my tips on your arm. If you forget, or wipe them off, just remember to smile. You got all that?" I ask, wagging my finger at her.

"Yeah yeah yeah, I got it. Thanks Mom," she rolls her eyes, closing the car door, shutting me out.

I cross my arms and shake my head as they back out. "Don't you dare bring her home before curfew, capeche?" I shout after them.

Pride floods to me as I dance back inside. My baby leprechaun is all grown up! Oh no...will I have to adopt again? Could I afford raising another leprechaun? Gasp! What if I never get the chance to have a leprechaun of my own again? What will I do with my time? My money? I could always have a real kid.... Ha! Like I'd ever have a kid. I've got school, and soon work, and practice... Not to mention that I have no sugar daddy.

An hour later, I'm dressed in red high-waisted shorts, a black Lulu's tank top and my favorite red Air Jordan's SnapBack, and blasting music through my speakers.

"You don't want no problem, want no problem with me," I sing, plopping into my desk chair. A FaceTime call interrupts the song.

"Heyyyy girl," Tiffany drags, sounding the stereotypical white girl.

Ah Tiffany, quick taker to fads, spoiled rich girl, and the school gossip.

"Watcha got for me today, Tiff?" I say, cracking my Monster can open.

"You won't believe what I found."

This outta be good. If I was hearing about it from the source, I may be the first to know, well second after Tiffany herself. I just love learning secrets. Blackmail does ya good in the manipulation business. How else did you think I'd get my way?

"Hit me, girl," I raise my can with my left hand, slipping the other one under the desk, pen in hand. Gotta be ready to take down names, info, and intel at any moment.

"So you know new guy, junior, kind of gay looking?"

"You mean Angel?"

"Yeah, him. Get ready, you'll just die."

Angel? As in my best friend's date?! I gulp. Only about 12% of Tiffany's gossip is ever good. I lean forward, curiosity piqued.

"Well I heard from Georgia who heard it from Howard who heard it from Mackenzie that he, *clears throat* you know," she says, giving a sly whistle.

My jaw drops. "You don't mean.."

"Oh I mean. Take a look," she glances at her phone, typing inhumanly fast. A notification Dings! across the top of my phone. It's a picture. I gag, closing my eyes until I'm sure the notification has disappeared.

Tiffany stares at her nails, a disgusted yet proud look on her face. She loves spreading rumors, doesn't always like the message. She glances up at me, smacking on a piece of pink bubblegum. "Don't believe me? That photo's legit, girl, I swear. I got it from Michael, who got it from Georgia, who took a picture of the original from Mackenzie's phone."

This can't be! Someone like him?! I'm appalled by what she sent me. I'll have to get my fearless neighbor and neighborhood lesbian, Blake, to delete it for me.

"Girrrrrl, are you even listening to me?" Tiffany scoffs.

I slam my hand on the desk and jump to my feat like the chair had been lava. "I'll have to call you back Tiffany! Major BFF emergency!" I whip my hat backwards, and smack the End Call button.

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"Thanks for coming with me, Logan."

"I'm getting laid later, right?"

I roll my eyes, peering around the corner. Logan and I were currently hiding on the floor behind a partition, spying on Liana's date with the fiend Angel.

"Yeah whatever, just shut the fuck up. Any louder and someone will see us."

"Buff? Half the restaurant sees us."

I ignore him, trying to think of a way to get Liana away from here. She snorts, and I scowl. There's no way that vulgar boy could make a joke that funny. "I'm goin in," I say, swinging my arm back to smack Logan in the chest.

I dive out from behind the short wall and run smack into a waiter. He teeters, but manages to save the silver platter of entrees balanced on his right hand. His left catches me, palm pressed to the dip in my lower back. I land against his chest, lifting my head, ready to apologize. My eyes drift up his long, muscular torso to a cut glass jaw, a curious smile hinting at the corners of beautifully kissable lips, a pair of eyes so blue you could swim in them.

"Hi," I say breathlessly.

"Hello," he drawls, English accent peeking through.

  "...hi.." I desperately try to grasp for something else to say. He looks down at me amused, and- despite everyone else in the restaurant- it feels like we're alone.

  "Hello," he repeats, smiling adorably.

  I melt, blinking rapidly, my fingers curling into fists around his white button-up.

  Logan appears from behind the partition, arms crossed, definitely annoyed and unhappy.

  "Buffy?" He snaps next to my ear, but I can't take my eyes off of the waiter's cute, parted-lip smile.

   "Buffy, hm?" Oh dear god he said something other than hello. "What a unique name. Color me intrigued."

  I giggle, not knowing what else to do. He's intrigued? By me? Oh god I think I'm hyperventilating. Does anyone have an inhaler?!

  "Buffy," Logan seethes beside us, glaring at my fingers curled around his shirt, his hand gently caressing the small of my back, my lovesick stare...

  Am I staring?

  Yes, yes I am. And I'm glad.

  "Buffy Michelle Winters. We are here to spy on Liana and Angel, not to flirt with waiters," he reminds me.

  Holy Shit I forgot about Liana!

  "Who?" The waiter asks.

  I point behind him. "Red head girl and gay lookin' guy. I heard he...well, you know."

  When he scrunches up his nose in understanding, I fall in love. Again.

  "I got your back," he lightly taps my back and steps back. "Here, can you handle this?" He asks, handing me the tray. I nod, eager to please him. "Table six, good luck. I'll get the info from the vermin."

  I head off to deliver the entrees, floating on a cloud as he heads over to Liana's table.