The Bad Girl's Love Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Sasha's POV:

"Oh, it's you again," she glared at me. Oh God, this cannot be happening. I close me eyes, preparing to be punched or something. Instead, I hear Jason ask,

"What are the specials today?" He says it with such carelessness, like he doesn't notice his girlfriend's in the I'm-thinking-of-many-ways-to-make-your-life-miserable mode.

"Actually, get us the chef's choice. Oh, and make sure, its fat free," Bella says in her fakest sweet voice. Jason shoots her a look that says, what are you up to? I scribble on the pad and turn to take other costumers' orders. I go up to a nice-looking family and take their order.

"Hello, what can I get you?"

"Um, can I get two of the spaghetti with meatballs, one cheeseburger--"

"No, Mommy, I DON'T WANT CHEESEBURGER, I WANT ICE CREAM!" the younger kid screamed. Their mom gives me a look of apology and hush's her son.

"So, yes, one cheeseburger and one vanilla ice cream. Also, the new England clam chowder," she says, exhausted. I nod, scribble on the pad some more and go in the kitchen to give the orders to my twin brother, who also works here as the chef. If you were wondering, we have only been working here for a week, since the old waitress and chef were caught kissing in the staff room

"Two chef's choice, one low-fat, two spaghetti meatballs, cheeseburger, vanilla ice cream, and a new England soup," I tell Andre, ripping out the paper with the orders in case he forgot any of them.

"When is our shift over?" whined Andre.

"Stop whining. You're saving up for a car, and I need money for college. So, suck it up," I remind him.

After that, I go get some more orders from costumers before I go in the kitchen to see if the food was ready. I find the family's and Bella's and Jason's orders placed on the counter with trays under them. I balance the trays--like I was taught to--and give the family their food first, because it was heavier and their table was closer to me. Okay, fine, it also had to do with the reason that I was scared of Bella.

"Here you go," I said, placing the plates in front of Jason and Bella.

"What. Is. This?" Bella scoweled, pointing at her food.

"It's a low-fat vegetable soup with some white rice," I smile, reminding myself to never bring my personal life in the way of doing my job.

"Really?! I asked for fat-free, not low-fat!" Bella screamed at me. "I want to personally have a talk with the chef. Right now."

"Okay. Be right back," I gulp.

I felt really guilty that Andre was getting in trouble because the girl hated me and because I messed up. Why, she hated me, you may ask? I have no clue. I never did anything bad to her. At least, I don't think so.

"Andre, a costumer wants to have a chat wuth you about the chef's choice," I tell him, guilt swimming around in my stomach.

"What? Why? Which one?" he asks, farrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"The veggie soup, and because it's low-fat, not fat-free," I roll my eyes while saying this at Bella's diva act.

"Alright," Andre said, wiping his hands on a wash cloth.

Bella's POV:

I smirk as soon as Sasha leaves. My goal was to get her fired. I knew she was new here, because I never seen her here before and the last time I came here was a little over a week ago.

"What are you up to?" Jason asked me, his mouth full of food.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, it's gross. And second of all, nothing," I tell him, confidently.

"Alright. Wanna come to my house when we're done with food?" Jason asks, suggestively.

I giggle, "Sure thing."

A really hot guy wearing the work uniform approached us. As much as I wanted to drool over his handsome face all day, I realized he was the chef.

"Hey, I heard there was a problem with the vegetable soup," he says casually.

"Actually yes, there is. I asked for a fat-free meal, not low-fat," I explain.

"If it isn't too much, what's the difference?" he asks inoccently. I gave him my famous death glare. and if looks can kill, he would be...well, dead. But I stayed silent. "That's what I thought. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to get back to work."

Just as he was about to turn around, I caught a glimpse of his name-tag. Andre. He looked really familiar. I guess I've seen him at hallways at school before because he looked like a senior, too. Yea, that's why he looked so familiar.

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Im really mad at my laptop because I had to re-write this whole thing because it didnt save it, even though i clicked save. Anyway, enjoy guys