The Bad boy's Fall

Chapter 5: It's not what it looks like

Chapter Five

I don't think that passenger seat

has ever look this good to me.

He tells me about his night

And I count the colors in his eyes.

He never fall in love, He swears

As he run his fingers through his hair

I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong.

And I don't think it ever cross his mind

He tells a joke, I fake a smile.

That I know all his favorite songs.

And I could tell you, His favorite color's green

He loves to argue, Born on the seventeenth.

His sister's beautiful, He has his father's eyes.

And if you ask me if I love him... I'd lie.

The diner is blasting with Taylor Swift's I'd lie while I'm rounding every table for customer's orders. The diner is loaded tonight. I was humming along the song when a bell tinkered -a sign of another customer- as I approached them I saw no other than Samuel Michaels with a bunch of dates -take note: bunch- I snorted. Player.

He's with two blonde girls -which I recognized from the cheerleading team- and a few from the football team along with their dates.

You see, Sam has a reputation of being the school's bad boy as well as the school's Casanova. A rebel quarterback with god-like features, what would a girl could ask for, name it, he has it. Oh well let's add being a monumental player/jerk/trouble maker with an ego sized of Canada to the package and I still quite don't get why people admired him so much. I mean they practically bowed down on him and worship his every step.

"Marlee focused on the job."  My manager snapped. I gave her an awkward smile and proceed to take orders. This past few days I've been caught spacing out several times during work hours and I wonder why they hadn't fired me yet.

Give them a few more reasons and you'll be fired before you know it my subconscious sneered.

"Welcome to Zen's diner, may I take your order."  I gave them the biggest smile I could manage.

After what feels like eternity, they finally come-up with an order. I know they purposely did that to pissed me off and I know better so I did my best to behave. One more penalty and they won't hesitate to kick me out. I reminded myself.

I've been working my ass-off for almost a year because I really wanted to spend my own savings -as much as possible- for college. I want to be independent. We can't just live depending on our parents. Sometimes we have to make our own decisions and stand for our own.

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After they finished their meals they took off little by little until it was only Sam left in the table. What's wrong with this guy?! Is he waiting for another date. That dumbass.

Soon customers started to diminished and the Diner is about to close but he's still on the exact same location, so I mustered up some courage and tap him on his shoulder.

no reaction.

I tapped it again and still he made no move to acknowledge my presence. So I went to see what seems to be interesting on the tablecloth for he's been studying it for awhile now. When I lowered my head trying to figure out what caught his attention, that's when I heard it.

He's snoring.

I can't believe he's been sleeping this whole time and I haven't notice it from the moment I approached him.

Before I wake him up an idea hit me and I went to fish my cellphone in my pocket. After taking a few pictures of him, I can't help but study his sleeping feature. I hate him with all my heart but why does a guy would look so beautiful. It is so unfair. He looked so serene while sleeping I can't help thinking why can't he stay like that forever. I smiled at my thoughts. That's so mean of --

"Eighteen, crazy

pulled up in your daddy's car

You wanna move in with me

guess we're off to a heavy start--"

I panicked instantly. Why did this phone decided to make a scene. I turn to look at Sam to see if I had woke him up and I did. His eyes are wide, red from sleep and WE ARE extremely close. Our proximities screams danger, I can almost feel his breath tickling my face.

Arggghhh leave it to me, to be in an awkward situation with the person I hate the most.

And the worst part is.. He doesn't seem to be bothered about it. In fact he's smirking!!! That guy still has the nerve to smirk!!

Then I realized. . . Maybe he thinks I'm stalking him, he thinks I secretly like him.. so before he got to say anything. I pushed him back and stand up.

"Whatever you're thinking it's not what it looks like."  I spoke with much dignity still left on me. Though right now I'm sure I'm red as a tomato.

"Say it honey, don't be shy." He cooed. Obviously finding this situation amusing.

I just stared at him. Confused. Had he lost it?

He rolled he's eyes. clearly irritated about something I didn't get.

"Say it. Say you like me all this time. We both know you want me."  He smirked. Those smirks that never failed to melt thousands of heart.

"Oh please, don't be so full of yourself."  I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"Wanna bet?" He taunt.

An Idea form in my head. I smirked. "Believe it or not honey, you'll be the one wanting me in the end." I said with no sign of uncertainty.

"Bring it on."  He teased playfully. Suddenly my heartbeat increases, What had I gotten myself into?

He stood up and headed to the door.

"Let's see you try on wednesday, I'm looking forward to it."  He said without turning back.

So he know about the news that I'm staying with them and he's looking forward to it. gaaaaaah.

I'm so dead.

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