Pizza-line Bling

Hawaiian Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"What the hell is going on here?!" We heard a strong male voice saying from the entrance of the kitchen.

I quickly wiped my nose with a paper towel to remove whatever Drake had previously put on it and turned around. Right before me was standing a short, but big, man. He seemed something like a business man, with his dark blue tux and a pair of glasses balancing themselves at the edge of his fat nose.

My heart had stopped. I took two steps back and hid my shaking figure behind Drake's one. Although I didn't know the man, I could sense that we were in big trouble.

"U-uh... B-boss," Drake stuttered, his eyes never meeting anything else other than the floor.

"I asked a darn question, mister Anderson," his boss stepped closer to us.

My hands found the hem of Drake's shirt from behind, fidgeting and pulling it down uncontrollably. To say I was scared would be an understatement.

"W-we were just making a p-pizza," Drake said taking my hand in his. If it weren't for my already shitty scared out state, I would have freaked out, but I guess I'll leave that for later.

"Just? What do you mean by just?" he challenged. "Is it the time to make a pizza? Is this what I pay you for?"

Drake's hand was as sweaty as bacon in the oven. I squeezed it twice making him look at me. I gave him a reassuring nod and whispered to him that he should apologise.

"No, boss. I'm sorry. It's not going to happen again."

"Of course not!" he shouted, stomping his foot on the floor. "Because you're fired!"

"No!" we both yelled simultaneously.

"You can't do this," Drake pleaded him. "I really need this job," he nearly fell on his knees. "You can't do this," he whispered.

His boss' eyes nearly shut, and wrinkles were formed on his forehead. You know, like he was thinking something deeply.

"You know what? You're right; I can't do this," he said confidently, putting aside a frying pan. "This is not your fault," he continued. "Abi, come here, please."

If my face could fall more, I'm sure it did at that moment. Abi came in, her face all flushed up. Her hair was all over the place, and you could see the sadness and fear in her eyes.

"Abi; that's who is responsible for this. And that's who will get fired," the boss of them both said and turned to leave the kitchen.

"That's not fair!" Drake shouted after him.

"Abi is responsible for the pizzeria. She should have informed me about you being here and fooling around with a girl. How is this not fair?"

Abi's eyes had teared up 'till that moment to say the least. Not sparing an extra minute, I run towards her and took her in a hug. This was not her fault, but I left it to Drake to make everything right.

*Drake's P.O.V.*

A little more than three hours had passed since my boss had announced Abi's dismissal, and I was still searching for a way to persuade him to take her back.

The truth is that I have never felt that bad in my life. It's not every day that someone charges the wrong person for something you have done. Abi was just being a good friend and let me have my date in the pizzeria. She had even made sure that Spencer was out of it so that not trouble was caused.

Who knew that it would be caused anyway...

I picked up my phone from the bench I was sitting and dialled Spencer's number. He was my last option.

"Hello?" he answered through the phone.

"Aye, it's me, Drake," I mumbled.

"Ha! I was waiting for your call. But I have to admit you are slower that I thought," he made fun of me. "Did you finally get that I am the only one who can change my dad's mind?"

"What do you want?" I just asked. I would do anything to get Abi back to work.

"Leslie."