Noah took a deep breath. As he stared at the pouting woman before him.
"Damn bitch! How dare she talk about Zoey like that!" Noah hissed in his head.
"Honey, I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Amanda cooed without looking up from her menu.
"Mother! How could you say that when you don't even know what she said!" Melissa scoffed.
"Oh, and what did she say?" Amanda asked still very uninterested.
"*Hmph* Somehow she found out that daddy had our spending money cut. Then she threatened to say it out loud to the entire jewelry store." Melissa huffed.
Amanda finally put down her menu. She took the sunglasses off her face and sat them on the table to reveal her wide eyes. Then she clasped her hands in front of her, " What!?" she whispered/yelled.
Meanwhile, Noah tried to hold back his laughter, " *Pfft* Aw, man Zoey must have been savage. But, why would she be at a jewelry store? A present? But she doesn't have any money. So how-?" He started to wonder.
"How on earth did she find that out?! She doesn't know what we spent it on, right!?" She interrogated Melissa still in a loud whisper that grew louder each passing moment.
Melissa blushed and twirled her hair sheepishly, " Wh-why does that matter?" She faltered.
Amanda facepalmed and dragged her hand dramatically down her face. " Because you stupid girl, those 'friends' we 'had fun' with are not who we're supposed to 'have fun' with.
And if your father finds out he'll divorce me and disown you. And if anyone finds out what you did, you'll become a laughing stock, your reputation will plummet so hard that it will even go past hell, and nobody will marry you!" She scolded Melissa through clenched teeth.
"I guess they forgot I was here. Scratch that they don't even notice my existence. But hey at least I got some dirt on them because of it." Noah thought as he stood only a few feet away from the two.
Melissa paled at her mother's words. "S-so what do we do then?"
"We'll figure it out. This isn't the time not the place to do so, however. Just try to keep calm, if she knew she would have exposed us already. Now, relax you look like a sheet. You'll draw unnecessary attention." She brought her voice back down into a murmur.
"Now where is the waiter, " Amanda looked around.
"Right here, ma'am. May I take your order?" Noah chimed. He planned to dump bowls of soup on both their heads and cuss them out. But this unpredictable outcome led him to have a gem in his hands.
After all, there was no reason to get locked up so early. So he decided to cram, shove, and stuff every little of malice deep down and put on an innocent expression once again.
The two flinched as Noah spoke up. "How long have you been there?" The two asked simultaneously.
"Hmm? Oh! I saw you two over here talking with your menus up. Then I saw you put them down but you were still talking. So I waited until you were finished conversing before coming over." Noah chimed.
"Oh, well, I guess that makes sense. Honey, what did you want?" Amanda turned to Melissa who stared at Noah with squinted eyes.
"Melissa?" Amanda called out to her.
"Don't I know you?" Melissa asked Noah.
Noah tilted his head to the side feigning confusion.
Melissa then reached out and tilted up his nametag. "Noah, *gasp*" Melissa gasped and quickly pulled her hand away from Noah, " You're that queer Zoey always hangs out with." She hissed.
"Yes?" Noah answered pretending to be confused. But he could feel the venom he bottled up coat the inside of his throat ready to spew into Melissa's face.
"*Gasp* A queer? I can't believe they allow such a disgusting thing to work in such an establishment!" Amanda huffed.
"*Scoff* I don't even know how I couldn't remember you. Especially with that ugly ass hair of yours." Melissa ridiculed.
"Says the bitch with fake ass highlights." Noah spat in his mind.
"Hmm, I'll have the pasta alfredo and mother will have?" She turned to Amanda for her response.
"Lobster and put on some gloves I don't want to catch AIDS." Amanda jeered.
"Oh, too little too late hoe. I can feel the souls of the unused expired condoms just wafting around you." He retorted once again in his head.
"Great choices! Now I'll just take your menus-, " Noah began to chime again but was interrupted by the two women throwing their menus at his face.
Noah still kept an innocent smile though. The trick was just imagining them go through absolute hell.
He bent down and picked up the menus. He gave one more smile and a quick nod before huddling off to the kitchen.
There was no more drama.... ha! You all know better than to believe that.
In fact, two women put all their efforts into making Noah's day much more problematic.
Saying he got their order wrong.
The food was cold.
Wrong drinks.
Hair in the food.
'Accidentally' spilling food on him.
'Accidentally' spilling food and drinks on the floor.
'Accidentally' tripping him as he walked.
Then calling him every few minutes.
Criticizing things ranging from his 'choice' of sexuality to his work performance. And everything above, below, and in between.
Needless to say, Noah was just about to reach his breaking point. In fact, he was way past it.
But was he willing to lose an easy yet high paying job just because of some spoiled brat and her daughter?
Well, he was considering it.
Noah held two large trays in his hand with piping hot food and ice cold deserts. When he got over to their table he could see Melissa take her foot out once again.
A smirk crept onto his face and he muttered, " Ok, I guess those acting classes Violet signed me up for will pay off after all."
He took a deep breath and rushed forward purposely tripping over Melissa's foot. Then he dramatically spun around flinging the trays of food onto the two harlots.
Amanda let out a mind-numbing shriek as she flapped her hands like a performing dolphin.
While Melissa's mouth hung open as ice cream on her head dripped down into her mouth.
Melissa seemed to snap out of her trance and stood up. She screamed, " WHAT THE HELL YOU LAZY, CLUMSY, QUE-, " She stopped her rant when she saw Noah lying on the floor.
Blood running from his head and seemingly unconscious. He wasn't, though it hurt like hell, he knew head wounds tend to bleed the most so he staged this entire thing.
The screams of the entire restaurant, that had ignored Noah's abuse, rang out through the entire place.
Hearing the uproar outside, MB finally left her hovel and came to see what was going on.
That's when Noah put on a Golden Globe-winning performance.
He weakly pushed himself up whilst giving off an injured and frightened shiver. The blood ran down his left eye and dirtied his hair.
He sat meekly on his knees in a W position and arms between his legs.
He looked up at the manager with his eyes dropping and gave a hurt smile.
"M-manager, I'm sorry I disturbed you, I-I, " Noah whimpered and tears began to trickle from his eyes.
Giving half of the restaurant heart attacks and making the other half question their sexuality.
Noah quickly put his head down and sobbed, " *Waahh* It's all my fault!"
This caused a flurry of whispering around the restaurant.
"Hey, it's her fault isn't it?"
"Yeah! They've been harassing him the whole time! They even tripped him!"
"So the only person to blame is her!"
" Oh no! Poor thing he's bleeding! He should sue that bitch!"
"Oh come here, baby! Mommy will heal your boo-boos."
Ok, while most of them were about how much of a bitch Melissa was. Some of them were thirsty thoughts on Noah.
Melissa noticed this and clenched her fists.
"Hey! I am Melissa Yang! Granddaughter of the Yangs! An insult to me is an insult to my family! So let's see who has the guts to keep talking!" She yelled.
This made the whole restaurant fall silent. The Yang name had quite a lot of a pull and nobody would dare to offend them.
Meanwhile, Noah sneered on the inside, " Great! Keep throwing your name around! Because no matter how hard you try, rumors always find a way!
Now they have a name to put to it! Making your precious reputation plummet even more! I can also see some people recording so there's proof.
And there's no way I'll get fired. If they try to they'll get dragged down with you! So the giant cut on my head is absolutely worth it!"
Ready to wrap up his performance Noah wobbly stood up and began to open his mouth.
" WELL I GUESS I'VE GOT AN IRON STOMACH THEN! UNLIKE THESE PEOPLE!"
Someone shouted from far away as their footsteps clacked on the floor towards Melissa.