Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 1

WARNING: THIS STORY MIGHT CONTAIN HARSH LANGUAGE.

"There are customers waiting for you. Get to it." Ginger, my boss growls at me as she passes me.

"Wait, Ginger! I-I thought I could be off now." I speak after getting her attention. I glance at my phone; the time 9:36 glares.

"Well you can't leave when there are customers! Do me a favor and lock up!" Ginger snaps, throwing me the keys. I groan and stick the keys in my pocket.

"Want me to stay here with you?" Marissa asks as she steps next to me as I scramble to find my notepad to go get the customers orders.

"No, no. You go, get home to Michael." I reassure her and make a motion for her to leave.

"I think I will stick around for awhile, make sure you don't get raped. If I leave it will be you and Ollie and this is the perfect time for some criminals to walk through the door and take their claim of you." She smiles. I nod in appreciation.

"Waiter! Can someone take our fucking order!" A guy probably in his twenties or so yells from a booth with three other guys.

"I, uh, better get that." I mutter and chuckle at the same time. I grab my note pad from off the counter and take the pen from my black apron around my waist and quickly scurry to the obnoxious table.

"Woah, our waitress is damn hot!" A guy probably in his twenties or so with olive skin yells.

"Fredo, stop." a boy probably nineteen or so tells the obnoxious guy. This boy was quite hot; he wore a red SnapBack backwards, letting a little of his chestnut hair peek out, a black and red checkered button up collar shirt, and a golden watch that looked as if it had cost a thousand dollars.

"Lighten up, Justin!" Another boy with darker skin comments and chuckles loudly.

"Just shut up, Za." Justin mutters. "Order, Ryan." He mutters to a quiet boy leaning against the wall who stares blankly at a menu. I now know all of their names from their small argument.

"Hmm, i will have a root bear, ribs, and some fries. Thanks." Ryan orders and stares at me. I smile kindly and jot down his order.

"Mmm, I will have coffee, a BLT, and possibly a sweet kiss from your sexy ass." Fredo orders making a kissy face. I roll my eyes but jot down his order. I turn to Justin who is staring at me.

"Your order?" Justin snaps out of his trance.

"Oh, yeah sorry. Uh, I will have some hot wings and a root beer. Thanks." He orders with a sweet, sugary smile. I smile back along with a tiny bit of blushes.

"I will have the same thing as Justin." Za speaks. I walk back to the counter and hand the order to Ollie, the chef. I turn back to see Marissa standing next to me with a grin fixed on her tired face.

"So how was it?" She asks, curiously as we wait for the food to be done.

"Eh, two of them are pretty annoying and obnoxious but one of them is like perfect." I say the last part with a huge blush.

"Which one?!" She whispers as we turn to look at their table. Fredo was throwing bits of napkin at Justin who smacked the paper, making them fly the opposite direction.

"The one in the checkered shirt." I respond quietly as we stare at their stupidity.

"Ahh, nice. He is pretty breath taking." Marissa coos.

"Orders up!" Ollie yells behind me, dinging the small bell. I turn quickly and take the huge tray that is filled with plates of food. I scurry to the table with the tray and sit their food down.

"Your drinks will be right up." I comment.

"Great, as long as I can get that kiss I ordered!" Fredo yells behind me. I come back with another tray that is full with their drinks.

"Thanks." Only Justin thanks me. The rest just obnoxiously hit on me with corny pick up lines.

"I would like to hit that." Fredo jokes as I walk away.

"Heard that!" I yell.

"Oh shit!" Fredo dunks his head.

Tonight was going to be a long night.