Fix You.

[12]

It was Monday. Even though school was out for summer, The Dingo was slow. I was there alone, except for our cook, but he was in the back doing good knows what. My boss had left to go run some errands. By the way, my boss was furious with me for locking those Socs in. But it was totally worth it.

I walked over the jukebox, turned on "Do You Love Me" by The Contours. I stood there swaying to the music. I looked around, then suddenly grabbed a spoon and began to sing.

"DO YOU LOVE MEE, NOW THAT I CAN DANCE DANCE DANCEEEEEE." I sang.

I danced around the Dingo, knocking over chairs and not caring, I climbed on top of a table and sang, but stopped when a familiar face walked through the door.

I threw down the spoon and jumped off the table, making my skirt fly up and my panties visible. I smoothed my skirt and hair back down.

"Nice dancing. Usually I have to pay to see a show like that." Dallas said, looking me up and down with a smirk.

I blushed a deep scarlet.

"Thanks. What do you want?" I asked, angrily. I was still quite pissed at him for blowing me off this morning.

"I'm hungry." He said.

I glared at him. He sat down and ordered large amounts of food and ate it all.

"Thanks, babe." he said. He got up and started walking out the door. I looked down and I realized that he left no tip.

"Hey! Winston! Where's my tip?!" I yelled at him.

He looked back at me just before opening the door and said:  "You'll get that later." and winked at me.

Is this what the old Dallas was like? Was he sort of an asshole, but drove you crazy?

I planned on getting that tip.

• • • • • • •

About an hour later, Cierra came in. I told her Dallas stopping by.

"I think he just wants to screw you again. I don't think he's worth it."

"Oh come on, don't you think he might like me?"

"He likes your body, is what I think."

"Ugh. I'll tell you what. I'll ask him on another date, and if he tries to get in my pants again, you're right. But if he doesn't, then I'm right."

"Deal."