An Arranged Marriage ~Rudy Mancuso~

chapter 11

*Vanessa's POV*

"One double shot of espresso for a Mr. Big D?" Shouted Ari, discussed, from the cash register.

A tall buff tan skimmed boy who looked around 18 or 19 approached the cash register ​, " you got that right babe." He winked at her. She turned to me and made a disgusted face. She pushed the cup towards her while struggling to spit out, "enjoy."

"Wait ma'am, I need my change." He smiled. He had a nice smile, but his eyes wandered waaaay to low to her boob area. Even though she was wearing a loco cocoa t-shirt and a black apron that covered her body, that hormonel boy's mind was all over the place.

Ari pushed the five dollars and twenty-three change that laid upon his receipt. He reached out, trying to do the whole I 'Accidentally' touched your finger bit, but Ari was smart enough to snatch her hand away and smile kindly before he had the chance, "have a nice day." She smiled

"Come on Ari, why don't we go out? It could be fun?" He smiled so arrogantly. Yeah sure. Fun trying to get in my best friend's pants. ladies and gentlemen, this is Bryce Winslow, rich kid, bad boy that everyone likes, except for me and Ari. everyone tries to act like he's a great guy and all, but in reality he's just some guy putting on a show. and the worst part was that Bryce is best friends with Dylan, Ari's ass of an ex.

"I'm busy." she sighed, grabbing a box of chocolate chip cookies and filling the display tray again for the fifth time today.

"what are you doing that's so much better then going on a date with this guy?" he said pointing his thumbs today himself. self absorbed bonzo.

"Studying." she paused to slid on her plastic gloves and began taking the cookies out from inside of the box and stacking them nicely on the display platter. just as she was placing them on top of each other, Dylan walked in, smirking at Ari. she paid no attention to the both of them and continued to stack the cookies.

"Study? Really? come on Ari, live a little." he paused, realizing she wasn't paying attention to him, "you know our parents have been dying to see us together since we were six." it was true, Bryce's and Ari's parents were both doctors and went to med school with each other, interned at the same hospital, and were there for each other's pregnancies and births. but Ari never liked Bryce, and she never will, not the way he likes her, "so why don't we just get it over with and get hitched, have few kids and live happily ever after." he smiled deviously.

she stopped finally, leaned her elbows on the counter, with the most irritated, yet elegant face and slurred, "I'd rather eat one hundred spiders than go on a date with you." she paused to close the display with a glass top, "and I really hate spiders." she slid her gloves off and threw them in the trash, walking next to me, I was at the coffee machine, cleaning it up. Bryce took a seat across from Dylan and began muttering words and looking over at Ari.

JERKS!

Ari took a rag and began helping me, "you okay?" I asked looking at her. she smiled and nodded. Ari was never the kind of girl who would cry in front of anyone, she was the kind of girl to have something thrown in her way that could completely hurt her, and she'd just step over it with a smile. she's my inspiration to being a bad ass.

After we cleaned the espresso machine, our boss told us to take out the trash and we're good to go to our classes. Ari took out the customers trash while I took out the employees trash. today was a busy day and the bags were especially heavy.

"damnit, how much food and crap can people waist!" whined Ari, who was literally dragging the trash bag. the trash can that was in the back of the café, in the alley.

"seriously people, do they not understand there are people in the world who needs this?" I groaned carrying the heavy trash bag over my back, while it was slowly and painfully breaking at the moment. we sprinted towards the trash can and threw them inside.