Let's Play A Love Game (A 1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter Eleven (Lauren)

"So is that it?" I asked once Trent finished telling us our schedules. "No. I'd like to announce everyone's job so that if there does happen to be any problems, you'll know where to go to get them straightened out. Harry and Zayn are working kitchen duty. You two are more like back ups for the other main chef's. Lauren, Amber, and Danielle are waiting tables. There will be other employees helping just so you know. We wouldn't want to give you ladies too hard of a job. Louis and Liam are bus boys. And Niall.. Where do we put you? Are you good with people?" Trent asked, pondering his placement. "I think so," Niall shrugged, unsure. "We can put you with Nicole and Cheyenne as greeters," Trent offered, lifting his hands. "No," Amber declared suddenly. "No?" Trent questioned, surprised at her outburst. "No," she repeated decidedly. "Okay.. You can work the register," Trent suggested. "No," Amber disagreed. "Cook the food?" "NO!" we all screamed in unison. Niall. In the kitchen. With food. NOT the best idea. "How about we have Niall wait some tables?" Trent proposed, staring at Amber for approval. "Yes," Amber smiled with a happy nod. "If you want him to do that then you give him half of your area. He can take your money," Trent decided, seeming fed up with her interjections. "Nooo," Amber whined unhappily. "Yes. Out. Get to work. Two more hours until you can leave," Trent shooed. "What about the 6:00 show?" Liam reminded, lingering behind the rest of us. "I'm going to skip that today. I'll make flyer's tonight and put them everywhere so that we have more business tomorrow," Trent explained, leaning back in his desk chair. I rolled my eyes exasperatedly. Sometimes that man was blinded by money.

Trent dismissed us and we all returned to work. I was working my little section when Cheyenne walked in and sat herself down at a table in my section. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. I. Didn't. Like. Her. Neither did Amber. Neither did Liz or Gabby or Nicole or anyone else who worked at the restaurant. Nobody liked her. I slowly made my way to her table, treating her like anyone else, "Hi, I'm Lauren. I'll be your server for today. Just to let you know, our soup of the day is bacon potato. It's very good. I would recommend it. Can I get you something to drink while you look over the menu?" Cheyenne eyed me with the blank stare that I absolutely despised, "I'll have a Sprite." "I'll get that right up," I assured, jotting it down and walking away. "Harry!" I called loudly. He stuck his head out of the kitchen door, "Yes, Love?" "Can you get me a Sprite for table 6?" I requested before adding an evil idea, "And I wouldn't mind if you maybe spit in it." Harry laughed, "Who is it that you hate enough to put my saliva in their drink?" "That girl over there," I told him, nonchalantly pointing her way. "The girl in the blue?" Harry asked, his eyes examining her. "Yup," I agreed. "Table 2's order is up," Zayn told me. I swung around and grabbed the tray, about to whisk it off to table 2 before turning back to Harry with a suggestive wink, "Don't forget that Sprite."

When I returned, Harry had Cheyenne's Sprite in hand. "Did you spit in it?" I inquired quietly taking the drink from his hand. "Maybe," he smiled, biting his lip. "Thanks," I smirked, confidently carrying the drink to Cheyenne's table, "Here's your Sprite. Do you know what you'll be having today?" "I think I'll have a big slice of the new guy," she replied suggestively, standing up to see him better. I almost gagged, blocking her path, "Anything FOOD wise?" "Whatever he feels like giving me is what I'll take," Cheyenne smiled, raising her eyebrows before adjusting her cleavage. Perv. "Okay... So I take it you aren't very hungry," I summarized. "What's his name?" Cheyenne questioned as we watched him poke his head out of the window and send a friendly smile to Amber. "Look, you're here as a customer. I'm here as an employee. Based on that fact, I can not bring other employees into this conversation," I told her, still surveying his motions closely, "So, what will you have to eat today?"  She gave me the stare that made me just want to punch her face off. I smiled politely, "Can you please hurry this up? I have other customers waiting." "I'll have the turkey dinner. But can you please make sure that the new guy cooks it?" Cheyenne ordered, sitting back down. "No promises," I dismissed, jotting down her order before turning away.