Wish I Never Met You (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter 1

When you read books you kinda imagine yourself as the princess or the one who gets the guy, we all do.

I did.

That was until I met him.

Damien Montenegro.

Believe me when I tell you he is every girl's worst nightmare, but to me, he was a dream come true.

He is quite gifted in the looks department, he is smart, funny, and  charming.

Could easily sweep a girl off her feet.

Our first encounter was nothing short of a catastrophe.
Okay let me clarify, I fell into his arms.... Romantic? I know.

It was a beautiful Monday morning in summer and I had my caramel Frapuccino in one hand and a book in my other.

I was supposed to be taking in the beautiful San Francisco air and enjoying the sounds of people hustling and bustling this fine morning, yet I was too consumed with my novel that I didn't realise I had bumped into a guy and his girlfriend.

Mostly his girlfriend.

Oh no.

My Caramel Frapuccino spilled.

Three words.
She. Can. Yell.

"ARGGGGHHHHH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!! DO YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS A CUSTOM MADE DESIGNER BLOUSE?!!!" She shrieked.

Oh shoot, she's one of those girls
I'm so in for a freaking joyride this morning.

"I'm very sorry I wasn't looking where I was going, I'd pay for your dry cleaning and any other addition...." She cut me off, "Are you blind, stupid or both?, This is Cashmere, put it in the washer and it will get destroyed"

Now I feel bad, my poor Frappuchino...

"Uhhh... I'm sorry?" All the while, her boyfriend was looking at the back and forth conversation, that was until the girl gave him a look and he said "we should get going Brittany we're getting late"

BRITTANY? Oh dear Jesus you have got to be kidding me, she absolutely looks like a Brittany for sure.
The slutty dress, oversprayed hair and the over the top make up look.

She looks like a modern day Regina Hall, eek.

"Yeahhh, sorry Brit, is it okay if I call you Brit? No wait I don't care, you should really listen to your boyfriend and get going, once again so so sorry, goodbye!" I rambled on and walked away without waiting for an answer.

I was late for my shift at work at the Upscale Café... I honestly love the name, and the décor is just amazing,  sunflower wallpaper adorning the walls and little booths, the actual colours for the café are yellow and orange, so as to give it a summer vibe. I really love the feeling it gives me.

It's owned by my aunt and cousin.
It's such a success and I'm proud of them, plus I get a family discount!

"Hey Aunt Denise sorry I'm late, I was in a little bit of a debacle" I said whispering the last part.

My Aunt is so pretty she could make Jennifer Lopez jealous, okay that was a lie, yet still, she is so gorgeous, she is in her mid 40s yet she looks so young and vibrant, with her light brown eyes,  brunette Bob, her tan skin and a gorgeous body, she could make any guy run for his money.
But unfortunately after my uncle left her, she's been so invested in the Café
She turned around to take in my presence and said, " Ah, look who we have here, Cinderella, why are you late again amor? I've always told you I hate tardiness!"

Even in her angry state she still looks pretty, sigh.
"I accidentally spilled Coffee on some snooty girl and she didn't let me hear the end of it, Aunty you know these San Fran girls just won't let things go"

She looked at me with amusement on her face, "okay fine, I'll let you off the hook, go round back, Helena is doing inventory, you can help her out"

"Thanks Aunt, Byeee!!" I quickly kissed her on the cheek and left for the storage room.

As I approached I heard yelling, Helena is throwing another tantrum oh no.

"WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE TO BE SO DAMN COMPLICATED!!!!" She yelled.

It's not even midday yet and so many people are yelling into my ears, gosh.

"Hermana? Hermana, Where are you?" I called out for her.

"I'm here Sydney, come in" she yelled back.

I quickly entered to find her looking distraught, she inherited all her mother's looks though, aside from her eyes which are pure black and skin is a rich chocolate color just like our Abuela.

"What's wrong now Lena? I heard you making a ruckus all throughout the corridor" I asked.

"That was just me taking my frustrations out, don't worry about me, are you okay?, you look fucked up" she looks at me like I've grown a second head.

"Never better" I said sarcastically.

Just then my aunt called out for me "Sydney!!! Amor, can you come out here for a second?"

"COMING!" I yelled back "Gotta go, but sleepover at my place on Friday, and you can't say no"

"Fineeeee, but go, hurry" she edged on.

I gave her a smile and rushed to aunt Denise, she looks awful.

"Anything the matter, Aunt?" I said to her as soon as I got there.

The café is always packed at this time of the day so I understand why she seems stressed out.

"Yes Niña, Lily, just sprained her ankle so we need another waitress for tables 4, 6 and 7, can you help me out?"

"Sure aunt, don't worry" I said and took the white apron and a book and pen from the counter.

I rushed to table 7 first since it was closer.
And oh God.
Oh sweet everliving God.
I wish I didn't.

Sitting there at table 7 was that brat Brittany and her boyfriend.

She was frowning and he was staring at me.

Now I can't unlook, i need help.
This is not a drill.
I repeat,
This is not a DRILLL!!!!

"Look who we have here, if it isn't the coffee spiller" Brittany said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

It's going to be one long ass day, Damn.

*****Author's note******
Heyyyyy! This is my first ever book hope you like it, don't forget to vote and leave a comment, thanks.

Xoxo, Sammie