So for the guy above I'm imagining Malachi with those types of eyes. Whaddaya think?
Malachi's POV
Milkshake.
She's all I can think about these days.
With the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. And damn, I can't get my eyes off that body.
God I want her.
I'm still laughing to when I first saw her during the summer. I'd figured, she'll fall for me right when she sees me in all my glory. I'd make sure she get a good sip of this Malachi Milkshake, haha.
But I was wrong. And boy, she had attitude. She actually poured all of that milkshake on me. Obviously, I was pissed for that.
But I never stopped crushing on her.
She's different from all the other girls. In a way, she's different, as in, I actually had to try to get to her. But looking back to the summer, being a tease and an ass doesn't always get the girls. Or just her. Very cliche, I know.
But also she's different because she has a tragic past that's sitting in her heart, and she can't overcome what she experienced. She lost both her parents to a fatal car crash, crashing down a cliff, causing her to get memory loss. It hurts to see that she's living in that place she calls 'home', working for her life, when she has an aunt out there who is suppose to be her guardian, and is suppose to be taking care of her, putting her in a safer, secure place. I bang my fist on my desk.
I despised her and I don't even know her.
Putting this aunt aside, Milkshake's past confirms everything about what my father said.
It was some day, I overheard my dad talking with his business partners about some rich family from New York, the parents dying in an accident, whose daughter is still alive, and needs to be captured for further action.
Yeah. In my mind, I was like what the hell?
So I eavesdropped more, learning that the daughter is seventeen, and is here in Georgia. She is about 5 ft 5, black hair and green eyes. Now that sounds like my Milkshake, doesn't it?
I didn't want to believe that it was her. At that time, I thought it was some other black hair green eyed girl. But when Milkshake told me that she came from New York, it made me worried. Then she threw me her whole past, making it all connected. She's the daughter my father's looking for.
I'd figured Milkshake is connected to the wealthy. She knows the Katzons, that definitely gave it away. But also that bracelet... it was one of a kind. Her mother gave her that bracelet. And it's missing. Jace is right, someone had took it It's been missing for
Not pointing fingers, buuuuuuut I'm blaming Ethan.
I don't have any evidence, but he has to have something with the missing bracelet, I just know it. All that bastard ever talks about is money, all he ever does is take advantage of people and put them in their place, and all he ever thinks about which girl he should get in the sheets with next. He is not a good influence for Milkshake. She can't trust him. But somehow Ethan is her "best friend," which is always his excuse for why I shouldn't punch the life out of him every time I see him, because he would be a snitch and tell Milkshake for what I did. I don't want her to be mad at me.
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My Waitress (NOT EDITED)
Teen FictionNicole Miller starts her senior year alone in a whole new school, in a whole new town. Right when she moved during the summer, she already got hired as a waitress at a popular diner, Susie's Diner, where also an embarrassment happened between her an...
