The Contract

CHAPTER 4: Unwanted Freaking Superhero

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE BELOW!!!

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"KRIS! KRIS, GET OVER HERE GODDAMNIT!" Becca yells from across the room at me. 

Why is she yelling in a room full of customers? Well, I can't do anything about it, that's Becca for you.

She's the kind of person who doesn't give a flying fuck about what you think of her, she's also the kind of person who attracts the most attention possible, mostly because she's drop dead gorgeous (no, I'm not lezzie) and also because of the fact that people within her presence seem to gravitate torwards her, I have no idea why and I don't want to know.

Basically, she's the kind of person who everybody wants to be friends with but she's somewhat an introvert so she carefully selects her friends. And now, for some reason, she managed to pull me out of the small selection. Nice going Becca, choosing a person with shitty sarcasm.

All the customers turn to stare at her but she pays them no attention and keeps gesturing for me to come over to her.

I motion for her to wait and gesture to the plates I'm holding. Yes, carrying 3 plates requires skill (A.K.A a huge circular tray).

She nods her consent but continues watching me with a frustrated expression as I serve the customers their pastries, courtesy of me (duh, I made them).

 Once I finally make my way to her, she immediately grips my arms. God, that girl has a strong grip! The circulation in my arm's almost getting cut off.

She drags me to the backroom and immediately starts screaming things in a quick succession so I could barely understand anything but I give it my best shot to understand her.

"KRIS! .....(something incoherent)..... HE'S .......(something incoherent)....... YOU HAVE ........(blah blah blah)......... HIDE RIGHT NOW.....(something else)............ HE HERE-"

I cut her off by grabbing her shoulders, "Becca, breathe," she inhales deeply, "okay speak, slowly this time."

 "Christian's here." she says with a voice so solemn I laugh.

She frowns, "What are you laughing at?"

"You are aware that you were flirting with the guy right?" I laugh.

"So, I flirt with a lot of guys."

"Yeah that's true, if I didn't know you I'd think you were a slut."

"Hey that's mean, besides you're the one who lost her virginity first."

That's a touchy subject for me.

I glare at her, "Really, you bring that up now."

She puts her hands up, "Hey, you called me a slut."

"Yeah, but you do one night stands, I don't."

I really don't like the people who do one night stands, they're either man-whores or sluts. Either way, besides the fact that they vary because of the penises and the vaginas, THERE ISN'T A FUCKING DIFFERENCE.

"I know, you're touchy about that, I'm sorry." Becca says.

I wave it away, "It's fine, lots of girls lose their virginities on one night stands anyway, I'm no better than the rest of them."

"Hey, that is-"

Ben barges into the room, "Sorry to interrupt your little girl talk, but Christian Reynolds is calling you." he points at me.

As I walk out I see Becca mouth, "Good luck."

I walk to the Reynolds table (new nickname since Christian sat here) and I immediately recognize the person sitting there, predictably it's Christian (looking undeniably gorgeous).