I Want | JANAH

2|Protector

Jack went running from tables as Jonah watch him.

He wanted him.

Jonah had made Corbyn and Christina stay for an extra hour than they needed, they even ordered desert to pass the time. Jonah just wanted to stay in Jack's presence as long as possible.

He'd watch Jack deal with a few idiots, but then he noticed Jack take another order. And a loud mouth guy who didn't have manners, or know how to shut the fuck up..

"Sir, we don't serve that anymore, but we do have um, a similar sub, the chicken-"

"But outside, there's advertisment for a fucking grilled BBQ turkey sub. What the fuck kid, you lyin' to me?" The man growled. Something inside Jonah ticked like a clock, almost timing him to see how long until he did something.

Jack nodded as he explained the mistake to the man "Uh, we only served that November. It's a seasonal thing, sir. Someone should take down the poster, but it does say 'limited time' only. But the chicken sub is kinda s-similar, and you could-"

"No, I didn't drive across town for fucking chicken. I highly suggest you go get the turkey sub I heard so much about." He spat.

Jack looked around nervously. He didn't know what to do, and Zach was occupied with ringing two people up.

"I don't know what you want me to do, sir. We don't serve that here anymore.." Jack mumbled cocking an eyebrow. This guy didn't know when to stop..

"Ugh fucking useless. Can you speak up? Damn, I'm just trying to-"

As Jack's mind raced for solutions, Jonah's completely blanked except for one thought.

Get that asshole out of here. Dead or alive. Or a little bit in between.

Of course, Jack had dealt with hard headed customers before. All the time, but he didn't always have a solution. He could refund you, he could offer you a different dish, or try to point you in the direction of a similar one they serve there, but that was about it.

Jonah knew this guy was gonna be trouble when he realized he didn't like the man's smug smile, from when he walked through the door.

"Your literally the fucking stupidest waiter I've ever had." The man groaned rolling his eyes. He stood up and gave Jack a light shove. He stumbled back a bit then stood and put his head down.

Then Jonah saw Jack standing there looking embarrased, and sad. That's when Jonah's eye began to twitch.

"Jonah don't do it. Use your fuckin' words." Corbyn warned. Almost begged.

"Jonah, heel. Look at us, before you do something you'll regret later." Christina snapped her fingers in his face.

"To late," He mumbled standing up.

The man continued to roar at Jack about a damn sandwich that wasn't available. Jonah walked up and stood behind him.

He tapped the man's shoulder.

"What? Can I help you, punk?" The man snarled letting a thick brooklyn accent ring in Jonah's ears. Jack flinched lightly recognizing Jonah.

"Punk? I think I'd word my insult better.. See, I'd go with more of an asshole, or jerk-off. Ya know, normal New Yorker terms. They're better," Jonah shrugged off, being a smartass "For example, I could call you a Jerk-off for being a complete asshole to this guy, who has done nothing but try and provide good service, to a man with no manners."

"What? Go back to your fucking table, and mind your own business." The man said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Go back? No, I don't think I will. You shoved him and insulted him. You got a problem with me? Do something about it." Jonah retorted getting on the man's level.