Brad Bigsby was a douche.
I remember how back in high school he would 'accidentally' brush his hands against the girls and grope them by pretending to fall and make some excuse about how they were the first he grabbed without thinking . Or how he would sneak into the girls shower room and watch as we showered. He was a total fucking creep who got praised for his disgusting behavior and sexual harassing the women of Kentwood high.
Yet as I look at his latest post, never would I have imagined that this asshat would be getting married. Married! This is a guy who once videoed Mr Harris and Mrs Martin going at it inl a dingy motel... And then proceeded to broadcast it during the morning announcements for a whole week. Yes, it's illegal but when your family is part of the police force, stuff like that gets over looked. To make matters worse not only was he getting married to a successful, smart, beautiful woman. He also runs a multi-million dollar company.
To say I was resentful was and understatement. At 24 I am currently living with my mum with no more than 200 dollars to my name and a bunch of students loans to pay off. I went to college, I worked hard and did my best. I never went out and was top of my class all through college. Yet here I am now. Stuck working as a waitress for a restaurant that exploits its workers and only pays 100 dollars for a single and double shift.
Life was fucking unfair.
"Cami! Get back to work!"
"Yes Josh."
I jump off the stairs, tucking my phone into my apron and I do a quick scan around the restaurant. My last table was an hour ago and they had only ordered drinks. Which was good for me because once customers start drinking, the tips get bigger. Although the restaurant has been dead for the past few months so the money wasn't that great. I walk around tidying up the place and finding odd things to do, just so I can keep myself busy.
As I am wiping down the tables I hear the little bell above the entrance door go off. I quickly stop wiping the tables and grab a couple menus from the front and head over to the group of customers who just walked in. They sit in one of our booths at the far end, which is normally used by customers who are on the date and want to do something kinky like getting fingered in a public space. It was pretty private.
There were two guys and three girls and judging by how loud they were, you could tell that they had already been drinking. I step up to them and plaster the best smile I could muster. I kept my head down as I was introducing myself and reach for my notepad and pen from my apron.
"CJ you look hot."
My whole body froze as I heard that voice,as I heard that stupid nickname. I didn't need to look up to know who that voice belongs to. I hated and loved that voice. I knew that deep velvety voice as if it were my own. But I still had to confirm that it was him, and not my mind playing tricks on me. So I slowly lifted my head,my heart pounding and then I'm pretty sure it stopped all together. I was fucking right.
Tanner Bay was sitting right in front of me with the most patronizing smirk plastered on his face...
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