♥Fighting Over A Waitress In Costa♥ - [2nd book]

♥Chapter 7♥

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If fainting at weird times was some sort of award, no doubt I would get first prize. I was really good at fainting, especially at the worst times.

"Jasmine," someone softly spoke, tapping my cheek gently. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. Then I scratched my head as I slowly pushed myself up with the help of my elbows. Yawning, I looked around slowly to adjust to the brightness of the room and to give them time to open.

Before I could sit up straight, I was engulfed with two pairs of arms, all repeating my name and throwing questions my way.

Patiently, I answered everyone's question and asked everyone to leave. Henry observed my behaviour and told me to take the rest of the day off. Weakly, I nodded and in no time, I was running out of Costa and trying to remember where the shop was located.

I didn't know what I was thinking, or what I was about to do but I knew I couldn't back once I saw the needle.

Probably, I crashed my head onto a lamppost or something which was making me do this crazy thing.

"Are you ready," the lady asked me. Meekly, I nodded and sighed.

"You look so nervous," she commented chucking. "It won't hurt much . . . unless you're scared of needles," she muttered as she got the equipment.

Once she had everything set out she looked at me. "Ready?"

Fucking hell no! I wanna go home to my Ammee!

"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly.

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I grinned widely as I looked at it in the mirror. "Oh my Daleks," I squealed as I kept on turning sideways, viewing it in every angle possible.

The lady rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Thank you so much!"

"Now that didn't hurt it . . . did it?!"

I shook my head sheepishly.

"You're probably the most entertaining and difficult customer I have ever met." I blushed embarrassed over my crazy behaviour as I recalled how I wanted to home and how I cried and screaming hysterically like a baby. "Just follow what the book says and stay away from chemicals."