#3 Lost in You (fan fic - in progress)

Chapter Four

It was now early October and the air had begun to cool down and smell of the incoming fall.  Which in Louisiana meant hurricane season, a little less humidity, and football.  I now worked at a soul food cafe around the corner from campus as a waitress. The only other available jobs on campus involved tutoring.  And believe me, nobody was in need of my math skills... or lack there of.  We had won our soccer game in overtime the night prior, so I was still hung over from celebrating when I got to work that next morning.

I usually worked weekday evenings after practice during the peak dinner hours.  But unfortunately this week, I took the Saturday morning shift. The waitress who worked this shift had to stay home with her sick kid and I needed the money. So I was filling in.  Luckily Saturday mornings were pretty quiet in here.  Most students were still sleeping off their Friday night hangovers or getting ready for the football game later that evening.  It was the first home game of the season.  Everyone had been talking about it all week.

So I spent most of my shift sitting around answering texts from this guy I was talking to now, Deyvon Estaris. He was an art major like me. From California like Kayla's bae Trent.  More specifically Pasadena. He was asking about coming over to the restaurant to hang with me this morning. But I already looked terrible in this stiff ass diner apron, so I knew I really looked a hot mess after last night. I replied I'd have to see him later.

From Deyvon:
How about you see me at the game then?

I hadn't planned to go.  Football did not interest me in the least. And the thought of cheering on Lo Beckham in particular made me sick to my stomach.

To Deyvon:
I don't know if I'll be able to make it.

From Deyvon:
I know your friends are going.  I better see you there too. Been trying to see you all week ma.

To Deyvon
Ok. I'll see you at the game then.

From Deyvon:
Bet

A deep voice cleared interrupting my thoughts. "Y'all got my usual ready?"

Speaking of football. Shit.  That was not a voice I was expecting to hear today. I rolled my eyes, putting my phone away.  What was he even doing here? Students came in all the time but athletes rarely came to Mr Theo's since they could use their meal cards at any of the many fast food joints in the student center. I didn't even think he knew this place existed.

I looked up into Lo's face as he examined me coolly from across the counter. I frowned. "Your usual?"

"Oh wassup Jasmine." He definitely knew my name was Janae by now, but he still insisted on calling me Jasmine.  My patience was truly wearing thin.  "Where's Darnelle?"

I rolled my eyes again and mumbled sourly, "Lewis."

He chuckled at my name for him, relaxed a bit and leaned across the counter towards me.  Apparently after the library incident, he decided to stop being an oblivious asshole and now was just annoyingly friendly.  He smirked at me, his dimples showing. He had a nice smile but Lo rarely smiled unless it was an attempt to manipulate some girl.  "My name is actually Odell. Like my pops. They call me Lo, cause it's short for lil O."

"Oh." I don't know why he was telling me that.  I really didn't understand why he was being friendly.  Maybe he still thought I might tell Ashley.  "Well I don't know about your usual.  I'm just filling in for Darnelle today."

Mr Theo appeared right on time with bags in hand. "I got it Janae."

He sounded a bit irritated after finding us conversing before he turned his attention to Lo. "Two southern homestyle breakfasts, hot off the frier.  Here ya go Young Beckham.  You think we'd forget?? You been in here every Saturday since you started as a freshman. Just like your daddy back in the day."