Bad for You

~ Part One ~

Summer's POV

I've had good grades & a clean record all my life. I've always done everything perfectly for my parents. And they've always done the same for me. I've always been pretty spoiled. I'm an only child, so they've bought me basically everything I could ask for. But they've never really supported my dreams.

I graduated from college three months ago, so I decided to move to Atlanta on my own to pursue my dreams of becoming a professional writer. My parents still pay most of my bills and always offer to send me money, but I'm trying to show them that I can be successful on my own. I'm still working on writing books, poetry, and music but I haven't landed a job or an opportunity yet. For now, I'm working at this diner right across the street from my place.

I took my notepad out as I walked over to the table I was serving.
"Can I get a White Chocolate Mocha Frappuccino?" asked this female, with glowing, caramel skin & straight, long blonde hair before I could even ask them what they wanted to drink.
"Anything else?" I asked with a smile.
"That's it."
"And for you?" I asked the man sitting across from her.
"He's not getting anything."
She said cutting him off before he could speak. I could tell right then that she was going to piss me off.
He stared at her like she was crazy.
"I'll have your Green Tea," he said with a smile basically ignoring her.
"You just said you weren't going to order anything." She said dramatically.
"Okay and I changed my damn mind. Is that okay with you? Either way it goes I'm paying so it don't matter." He said, making her get quiet.
I wanted to tell her "Girl, that's a grown ass man." But I stayed quiet and minded my business.
"I'm sorry for all that ma'am. That'll be all." He said looking embarrassed.
"I'll have your drinks right out." I said with a smile. I felt him staring at me as I reached to grab the drink menus off the table all the way until I walked back behind the counter.

I smiled a little bit, but tried to ignore him for the most part. But there was something about the look in his eyes. He looked at me like I was his favorite meal or some shit. And something about the way he raised that eyebrow & checked his girl was sexy as fuck. He did look good, I can't lie. But I'm not a home-wrecker, and plus I check niggas. I don't get checked, so I could never be in her shoes. Moments later, I brought the two their drinks.

ACE's POV

I sat and stared at my phone while we waited on our drinks. Angel kept grabbing my dick under the table, and I was trying to keep my composure.
"You was just doing all that tripping and now you can't stop touching me." I said, still annoyed.
"I said I was sorry. I'm trying to make it up to you daddy." She said still gripping my dick, with her crybaby ass.
Don't get me wrong, I like fucking with Angel. But I hate when she does all that nagging and shit. She a freak and she got good head, but she ain't my girl. It's more of a friends with benefits situation. At least to me it is.

I take her out every now and then because I don't wanna hear her mouth about going on dates and shit. But I've been thinking about cutting her off soon because she's getting too comfortable for my liking, but I'm just not ready to let that head go.
Our waitress came back with our drinks, and I watched her as she leaned over to place them in front of us. I felt my dick getting hard at the sight of this woman, no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. The timing couldn't have been any worse. Angel felt my dick rise in her hands as the waitress was walking away and me staring at her booty didn't make shit any better.
"I know you fucking lying Ace!"
"Man look I told you, chill out!" I said. This hoe loves to make a scene.
"Nah, fuck you Ace! That bitch can have your ungrateful ass! I'm done!" Angel said before she grabbed all her shit and stormed out the restaurant on some dramatic shit.
I put my face in my hand and shook my head. I wanted Angel but I wasn't about to chase her bird ass.
The waitress walked slowly towards the table nervously carrying both of the drinks we had ordered.
"Here's your green tea. And ummm... Did you uhhh- do you still want the White Chocolate Moc-"
"I'll still take it." I said. I didn't even know what the drink was. I just wasn't trying to hear all that shit.
Now that Angel was gone, I figured fuck it... I should shoot my shot at this waitress.
"Alright, if you need anything else just let me know." she said.
I looked at her name tag resting on her right breast and she cleared her throat.
"That's your real name, Summer?" I asked.
She laughed, "Yes. Problem?"
"Nah, no problem. I like that. Summer." I repeated. I liked how that shit sounded when I said it.
"Well thank you. I was going to ask you your name but I don't think your girlfriend would appreciate all this. She seemed... bothered."

"Listen. About her...."
"It's fine, really. I have another table, so I should—-"
"I'm Ace. Look, Imma keep it simple. I know you have to get back to work so I'm not tryna waste your time. You said if I needed anything else let you know. So you can start with your number."

Summer's POV

"So did he call yet?" Celeste asked, when I told her about my day at work. Cee is my best friend. We met our freshman year of college. She's from Atlanta, so she helped me get adjusted pretty quickly. We were roommates but she dropped out to follow her dreams. She does hair now working in a beauty shop, sometimes she works from home, and she started her own business selling hair.

"You know damn well I don't give my number out like that. I got his." I said, handing her the receipt he gave me with his number written on it.
"So what you waiting on?" She asked.
"Damn why you so concerned Cee?" I said laughing.
"Bitch because number one, you said he was fine. And if he's fine that means he might have a fine ass brother, or cousin, or homeboy, something!"
"Ohhh, so this is about you, I see. Even though I could've sworn you had a nigga."
"We just fucking, you know that's not my man and stop trying to change the subject. TEXT HIM."
I wanted to, but I couldn't help but thinking about his situation with ole girl from the diner. I don't do niggas with girlfriends, crazy exes, babymommas, none of that extra baggage. I haven't had any drama since I've been in Atlanta & I'll be damned if I start now.
"I told you this man was literally on a date right before we met & she walked out on him and he wasted no time trying to get at me. I don't need none of the extra drama. Plus he's probably a hoe anyways."

"Did he give you big dick energy though?" Celeste asked.

I laughed, "I can't stand you."

But she was dead ass serious and waited on my answer. I rolled my eyes and gave in, "Girl yes! You should've heard how he checked the bitch he was with."

"Well if you don't text him, you know I will!" She said waving the receipt, laughing. I knew she was joking, but knowing her horny ass she just might. I snatched the receipt back from her. "That's what I thought." She said.

I poured me a glass of wine & sat down, sipping &  staring at the number for a few minutes.