The Life Of a Teenage Girl.

Chapter 29

"Here is your clothes." Phillip handed me my working clothes.

I nodded.

I went to the bathroom and put on my clothes.

It was the logo on the shirt with black pants and I had an apron on which were black and white stripes. I put my hair into a ponytail and put my bangs to the side. I put on some lipstick and added a bow to my ponytail.

"Cute." I mumbled and smirked.

I walked out as Philip's wife came and smiled at me.

"Very cute."

I smiled. "I know and thank you."

She nodded.

"Let's see what you can do

In about thirty minutes. Don't mess this up cause I like you."

She pointed a finger at me as I

put my hands up in surrender.

"I promise, I won't."

We laugh.

She gives me a nod as I go up to the door as flip the 'were open' sign.

Nobody has come in yet, I mean it's still early soo...

I decided to check my messages for a while.

After I was done I see a few people come in as Phillips wife gives them a table to sit in.

"Give them a couple of minutes." She whispers in my ear.

Some minutes pass as I order there food and go to to work.

I didn't know it would be this hard since I'm already sweating by the minute.

But I needed the money so why not?!

"Here, you can go home now." Phillip stops me.

I turn to him in confusion.

"Why?" I asked him.

He smiled at me.

"You did enough. I'll call you when you get the job."

I sigh and nodded, my hands wrapped around my waist.

I change back into my regular clothes as I give the clothes back to them.

My phone rings as I get a text from....

Layla's P.O.V

"Really?" Brad smirks at me.

"Yea. Right now."

I shake my head.

"No. We can't Brad. My mothers home for gods sake!"

He shrugs. "So?"

I sigh and close my eyes as he starts to kiss my neck.

"Okay... Maybe." I gulp.

"Do I make you nervous?" He ask.

I laugh.

"Maybe."

His lips found mine hungrily as they fight. I grab his hair as he moves to close the door.

I tug on it hard as he moans.

His hands wrap around my waist harder as he roams my mouth.

He went down to my neck again as I moan.

Sometimes I feel like he's just doing this for the sex but he's a sweet guy...right? I mean he begged me to go with him again after I told him we needed a break. He looked helpless. But maybe helpless for something...