Dance. Sing. Love. That's all they need. "Rock Your Body on me now..."🎤💘
Isabella Haughton, a beauty yet an intelligent young woman, whose dreams contain nothing but the arts of music and dancing, moves to Los Angeles for her junior year of high s...
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"What are you looking at..." I chew on my bottom lip and throw my washcloth at him to stop drooling over me.
"You babygirl." He catches the washcloth in one hand and smiles brightly with his pearly whites.
"Stop." I laugh.
"Just one single date!"
"No!" I shake my head no hesitantly for the millionth time throughout these past brief months. He groans defeatedly, throwing the washcloth at my back.
"Eww!" I shriek in disgust and reach the core of my back to place it into the sink.
"You know what, I've got an idea..." He suspiciously grins. I raise my eyebrows worriedly.
"Oh no."
"Hey everybody!" He stands up on the table and yells like an idiot.
"Andrew!" I tug on his pants. He smirks at me before he continues announcing something to the customers.
"I really like this girl right here, but she won't let me take her on a date! Ya feel me, guys??"
Some of the guys chuckle, nod and raise their bottles of alcohol in agreement. The women in here were either awwing or giving me the bitch stare. I roll my eyes and tell him to get off the table. Luckily our boss trusts us to stay late by ourselves, along with the other few waitresses and cooks, or else we'd both be fired.
"Andrew! I swear..."
"If everybody in this room can chant to make her say yes to me, all of y'all get a free drink tonight. Alright?" Andrew smirks down at me and I cross my arms. There's like 20 people in here. Instantly, the bar starts shrieking and chanting, "Date him! Date him!"
"Andrew..." I frown.
"Come on Isabella! I'll take you and your girls out this Saturday to anywhere you'd like. Pretty please? One night together?"
"DATE HIM!!!!"
"Well...if you take the girls and I...and you'll be paying, right?" I smirk and he flashes a radiant smile, sitting on the bar table to face me.
"All on me." He takes my hand and kisses it.
"Eh, fine..." I try hard not to blush at the gesture, but the audience we apparently created starts roaring with joy and enthusiasm.
For the past 5 months now, Andrew joined the bar crew to earn up money to pay for his online college classes, similar to me, however, I've been here for a whole year. He's got one more year of college, while I've got 3 more years to go. He's a handsome, funny, sweet man...but I don't want him as a boyfriend. There's only one man in my life that holds that position...in my heart...
