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Chapter 1

"Parker get your ass in here!"

Shitttttt she caught me.

I hopped off the back kitchen counter and ran to where the food is put when it's ready. I straightened out my skirt before loading all the plates on a tray. I apologized to Linda before running out to the patio.

I shivered at the rush of air that hit my face as I opened the door to outside.

The rowdy group of elderly men stopped at the sight of me with their food.

"Alright boys, here are your eggs! Enjoy!" I said getting off of the patio as soon as possible giving them no time to ask for anything extra.

I went back into the kitchen and stood by Linda.

"You need to stop messing around, you're suppose to be working." Linda started with a disappointing look.

I looked down and put on gloves and started cutting lemons to help her out. I also needed something else to look at cause I hate that look she gives me.

"I mean there's nothing really to do," I shrugged hoping she would let it go. There was a short pause before I started to speak again. "Do you think john and his crew will ever miss a breakfast here?" I asked changing the subject.

"Yeah when their dead! Now go prepare some desserts for tonight and get ahead." Linda urged.

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We were slammed but at least we were fully staffed. A lot of people call off or quit for that matter because they can't deal with the rich assholes that come to this country club. It doesn't help that in 2 weeks its fourth of July weekend which is prime time for families to come till 2 am. But it also means the men drink and give good tips.

Anyway, moving on. I've worked here since I was fifteen because I'm not exactly fortunate enough to live in the rich area of this town. Actually I live in a separate town but both are significantly small enough to mesh the schools which is a ironic considering the only true significance is the difference in family income.

So since my mommy and daddy don't make $5 a minute I work, a lot. I'm the kid that's been here the longest, and this place is my home and my co workers are my family. There have been a couple new kids but not many.

"Parker, can you help me in my section please?" The newbie Kayla asked.

I finished loading my tray and went out to help her.

"Can you get that table?" She pointed to the one closest to the pool and of course I obliged.

I didn't mind at all really because I got a better look at the new life guard. He moved here a month ago and got the job like three days ago. He was incredibly hot and his name is Luca, like how sexy is that. I don't understand why he works here though because he doesn't need a job. His dad is some hot shot business man and his mom owns her own fashion line or something, I'm not sure what it is, all that I know is it's way too expensive for me to be able to afford.

I cleared some of the table Kayla needed help with and snuck a peek at Luca, who was already looking over me.

Shit.

He saw me looking, what is up with today. I focused on my tables from then on hoping there wouldn't be another incident. I decided to take over Kayla's table because why not and if you didn't know already. But waitresses always eavesdrop whether we can help it or not. And surprising Kayla's table was really interesting to listen to.

Apparently this family just moved here from England because their accents are heavy and they are talking about the adjustments.

"Where the hell is Harry." The Father said abruptly enough to make me jump as I set down his food.

He didn't even say thank you. Asshole.

"He will be here soon honey, I'm sure." the woman I'm guessing his wife assured.

I kept myself busy cleaning the kitchen, since there was no need for me at the patio. All my tables were eating so I decided to clear Kayla's. I had a high stack of plates in my hand and decided that was enough or else I'm gonna dr-

Then I was on the ground.

SHIT.

I never do this. Ever.

"What the fuck," I muttered out loud.

"I'm so sorry," a British accent above me had said. This was Harry.

He had semi long hair and.. really cool style but that's besides the point I was fuming because he bumped into me and made me drop all the plates.

At this point everyone is staring.

He gets down on the ground and helps me gather the pieces.

"I can do this, honestly I am so sorry. I don't want you to cut yourself, I will clean this." He rambled.

"No it's fine," I replied hoping he could hint at my annoyance. I rushed to avoid all the stares

As soon as I thought that I actually did cut my hand on a piece of glass. Not just like one of those paper cut ones that you might get a little piece stuck in your pointer finger, no I'm talking deep, like the size of my hand blood dripping on the ground.

"Fuckkkk." I groaned. Honestly it stung, like really fucking bad but there was no way in hell I was gonna show it that much.

"Oh my god, come on." He said helping me up. I don't mind blood, but when it's my own, I freak. I tried not to look at my hand but as soon as Harry literally ripped a piece of  his fucking shirt off and wrapped it around my hand I couldn't help but notice all the blood.

We were walking towards the door inside when I finally spoke up. "I need to sit down." I choked as I started breathing deep breaths.

I couldn't take it. My hang was stinging, everyone was looking, Harry trying help me and I don't even know him like that.

"Alright, it's going to be like that." He said picking me up bridal style.

If I was in my right mind I would probably be blushing, but I was on the verge of passing out and yet my mind was racing at one hundred miles per hour.

Then all I see is black.

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A/N

Woo hooooo first chapter!

I've been bored out of my mind so here's some of my shitty writing ☄️