Four years later...
Beep ! Beep ! Beep !
Slowly turning around in bed I push my hair out of my face and check my phone screen.
10:56? It can't possibly that late already plus my alarm would go off for work. Tapping the clock app I go to alarms to see what time its set for.
No alarms are set....
I start to panic and click on the world clock. I quickly jump out of bed at the realization that its 11:00 in every Eastern state. Panicking I run over to the sink and splash some water in my face.
"Dan's gonna kill me."
I hurry up and brush my teeth rush to get dressed. As I'm sliding in my pants my phone begins to ring.
"Hello"
"Girl Angel, where the hell are you ? Dan's going insane right now. Your an hour late."
"I know, but please come up with some excuse. You know I need this job." I can hear the line go silent as Gia lets out a heavy breath.
"Fine, but this is the last time I'm saving your ass."
"Thank you Gia, I owe you one." I blow a kiss through the phone and grab my keys.
Running down stairs I jump into my little 1998 Toyota Corolla and make my way over to IHOP.
I park in the back and make my way to the entrance saying a slight prayer. Stepping in through the door I rush over to the employee lockers and let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
Smiling to myself that I didn't get caught I open up my locker and put my things inside.
"Angel !" Victory short lived.
Turning around and trying as hard as possible not to roll my eyes at the prick I call my boss.
"Yes Dan?"
"I'm about tired of you coming into work late. Every fucking day. I keep needing to hold people back cause you can't seem to get your shit together."
"I'm sorry Dan, Gosh! You know I'm a full time student and it's hard to get up and come to work sometimes."
"Look I don't care if your running on 15 minutes of sleep when your scheduled to work you better be here."
Turning back around and rolling my eyes, I quickly whisper a "whatever".
"What was that?" I can hear his voice is filled with attitude.
Closing my locker I turn around and give him a smile.
"Nothing Dan, now can I get to work?" He simply nods his head and walks out of the locker room.
"Fucking prick" grabbing my apron I check to see which tables I will be serving.
Perfect.
Of course he put me to serve the back tables aka the large parties table. The tables which are always the loudest, the rudest, and dirtiest.
Pushing my hair in to pony tail I make my way to the front. Giving every coworker I walk pass a small smile I walk up to Gia.
"I swear one of days I'm gonna make Dan visit the lord a little early."
Handing me my menus she nods her head towards a large group standing waiting to be seated.
"Girl, we all know Dan's a jerk and nothing is gonna change about that. Now go handle that."
Rolling my eyes I grab the menus and head over to the group.
"Welcome to IHOP, my name is Angel and I'll be your waitress this morning. How many will it be?"
looking up from my notepad I finally take a look at the group. Mentally cursing Gia out for passing me this group, I take in their appearance.
Name brand clothes, the freshest pair of Jordans and chains around their neck.
Wanna be Thugs. Great
Coming back into reality I watch as they lick their lips and look me up and down.
"Uh it's the 8 of us." Groaning I tell them to follow me.
I can never understand why men think it's remotely attractive to stare at women like their a meal. Because it's so sexy having a man undress you with his eyes while you stare right back at him.
Showing them to their table I take my notepad and pen out.
" What can I get you guys to drink?"
They all order an orange juice and I walk back to the kitchen to get a jug. Walking back to their table I place the jug down.
" I got a question for you shawty."
Holding back the urge to vomit at the fact that this negro just called me shawty I turn to man speaking.
"And that is ?"
He gives me sly smile showing off the diamonds in his mouth.
JESUS TAKE THE WHEELLLLLLLLL !
"Why someone as fine as you working at IHOP out of all places? You should be working at King of Diamonds or something."
Did this man just say that I should be working at a Strip club? Nothing against strippers, but I can never see myself doing anything of that sort. But I'm not gonna hate on how you make your bread. You do you mama.
Raising my eyebrow at him I try to clarify what this man is saying to me.
" Are you suggesting that I would be better off stripping? "
Licking his lips again he begins to rub his chin.
" I mean I would pay to see you shaking that ass you got."
Slightly Turing my head to the side I try as hard as possible to not tell this man about himself.
" So I would look better dancing half naked in a room full of random men? "
The whole group begins to laugh.
" I mean yeah, but you would need to lose a couple of pounds first."
I stare at the man blankly processing what he just said. I've been called fat numerous times in the past but for some odd reason this really bothered me. I have to clue what came over me but next thing I know I'm being pulled off of him.
"Angel, Stop!" Gia yells from behind.
"I'm tired of you cheap ass Kodak Black wannabes trying me !" I scream from across the restaurant
"You dumb fat bitch !" I quickly slip out of the person holding me grip.
Running up to where the table is I take my shoe and throw it at the dirty bastard.
"What's good nigga ?"
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