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PART TWO

THREE

Amy 

"Order up!"Ned shouts from the kitchen counter. I rush and pick up the tacos for table fifteen.The diner's jammed like crazy today. Most people are from school, coming to celebrate the last day before school. Translation :It's a freaking party here today. 

My shift ended hours ago but Ned begged me to stay promising to pay me overtime. Well, i can't say no extra money. 

Serving people, that's what waitresses do, right? But serving douche bags? Hell no. 

At the moment, the douche bags in question are the football jocks at table fifteen who ordered enough tacos to feed an entire Nazi force. 

As i approach their table,Brett Miller, the football captain, gives a wolf whistle and says,"Look who's joining us guys?"His friends stop laughing and turn to me."If it isn't the sexy pole dancer."

I just dump their tacos on the table. Thanks to Jonah, the linebacker i once considered my lover and who's also seated at this table looking all serious and drawn back, the whole school found out my biggest secret:I'm a pole dancer. 

"How much for one dance, Amy?"Brett asks while reaching for his wallet,"Ten dollars? Twenty?"

"Actually it's two grand, Brett,"i say to him,"Think you can afford that?"

His friends hoot with laughter.Brett glares at me before saying,"So, they actually pay whores like you good money?"Jonah shifts uneasily in his seat and turns to glare at Brett. Like he fucking cares. 

"Seriously, Brett? The 'Whore line'?"i ask Brett,"Wow. You're getting cheesy or maybe lame.Yeah,lame is definitely the word. I suggest you brush up your comeback lines or better yet, shut your fucking mouth because every time you open it, you pollute the air with your lameness."

With that i walk off and leave him at the mercy of his teammates. I slam the tray on the kitchen counter, using more force than necessary. 

"Whoa kid,"Ned says as he places another order on the counter,"No need to slam utensils."

"Sorry Ned. I'm just pissed off,"i apologize to him. 

"Those stupid football jocks giving you trouble again?"

"Nothing i can't handle."

Ned nods before saying,"Shift's almost over kid. Just hang in there for a few minutes."

"Sure, Ned."

Marissa slides up beside me and reaches for the order. She pauses and says,"Please take the order for table twelve, Amy. I'm like really swamped right now."With that, she takes off. 

There was no one table twelve so that means they just came in right now. I make my way to the table only to find two guys and one girl laughing so hard. Well, make it one guy and one girl laughing. The other guy just stares at them in amusement. 

"What can i get you?"i ask once i'm there. I look up and my gaze collides with dark green eyes, belonging to the guy who isn't laughing. Did i mention that he's drop dead hot? Maybe not. 

His dark brown hair is tousled but not in a messy way. His face is chiseled with just a hint of stubble. 

"What can i get you?"i ask again, diverting my gaze from the guy with green eyes and instead focus on his friend who is -surprise,surprise-just as good looking as him with a face that probably would sell millions on the cover of GQ. 

"I'll have a cheeseburger,"GQ says then turns to the dark haired chick and asks, What are you having, sugar?"

"I'm having pizza. Three slices with pepperoni toppings,"dark haired chick says.