Brenton grabbed my hand and braided our fingers together, leading me into the restaurant. I was dazzled by the crystal lights hanging around, the dressy women and fancy tuxes. "What is this place?" I asked smiling. "I've never seen it before."
"It used to be waysides diner, but recently they turned it into a beach diner for better publicity." Brenton said. We stood in line, waiting to get seated.
"For such an openly known gang, we don't deal with many government officials, you know, cops and fbi."
"That's because they think we're just a biker gang, just like your dad does." He said. "The business aspect of wayside isn't open to others, only waysiders and of course, rival gangs."
"Have you ever had to deal with the cops?" I asked. We moved up in line.
"Remember me telling you about when I first joined and I thought I was some big shit?" I nodded and chuckled, imagining the scar brenton has on his torso from climbing through a busted window when he first joined. "Well, I have two chargers of B and E from when I was thirteen, and one from when I was fourteen, then I have possession of a deadly weapon when I was sixteen."
"They dismissed all of those chargers?" I asked shocked.
"Not the possession charge, I spent six months in a juvenile detention for that one." We moved up two spaces again, I looked at a table of two women and groaned internally. The pretty brunette was starring directly at Brenton, she even gestured for her friend or date to look at him.
"Brenton," I called softly, he looked down at me with such admiration it made me giddy. I smiled and stood on my tip toes, I planted my lips against his and moved my hand up his chest, towards the nape of his neck. I pulled away and smiled at him, he gave me a toothy grin and kissed me once again. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby." He said looking amused, he braided my fingers with his and moved us up in line, finally we were meeting the hostess.
"Welcome to Andy's Shack, how many?" The chirpy hostess asked looking directly at me, then at Brenton. To my relief she didn't study him to hard.
"Two." Brenton said. "Balcony table."
"Of course, follow me this way." Brenton and I followed behind the woman through groups of tables and then up a set of stairs, through more tables, past a bar, and then to a set of glass doors. "Your waiter will be with you shortly, in the meantime, would you like to look at our menu of wines and drinks? Today's special is our original Grapefruit Rose Mimosas."
"We'll take a look." Brenton said pulling out my seat, I sat down and smiled at him, he pushed in the seat and then sat across from me. The hostess pulled out two miniature menus from her apron and passed them to us, I looked at her name tag.
"Thank you Lilly." She smiled and walked away.
"You're too nice." Brenton said passing me the drink menu.
"You're too mean, sometimes." I retorted.
"Hardly." I chuckled and opened the menu to the first page, I wasn't planning to order anything, but I wanted to look nonetheless.
"Do you know what you want to drink?" Brenton asked.
"I can't order anything." I said in a 'duh' tone.
"Do you not want to drink?"
"That's not the issue." I said. "I'm seventeen." Brenton looked at me amused and smirked, he pointed to the menu in my hand and said, "figure out what you want, love."
I shook my head and flipped to the second page, the special actually sounded good to me and the picture posted on the third page sealed the deal. "The Grapefruit Rose Mimosa looks really good." I said.
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brenton's girl
Jugendliteratur" we are an empire rising " • Leah's father always warned her of the gang, Wayside, how they were ruthless, how they would kill to get what the wanted, how everything had a price to them. He molded it into her brain until Wayside became a nightmare...
