?Faking It?
?By authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Two (2)?
_______Recap______
“I’m so sorry.” I apologized.
“where is the manager?” He asked.
“yes?”Mr Paul appeared.
“are you the manager?” Mr Paul nodded his head yes. “i want you to fire this girl right here and now.”
______Recap ends______
Subtitle: {Fired?}
Charlie’s pov
As soon as the word escaped his li-ps, i dropped to my knees and held him on his right ankle.
“please sir, I’m so sorry. Please. Forgive me. I’m sorry. Please, forgive me. Please.” I kept pleading for forgiveness.
I can’t lose this job. This job was my only source of income. I need this job like crazy, if i get fired, where will i go to? Who would hire me?
I know what i pa-ssed throu-ghto get this job.
“take your filthy hands off me!” He for-cefully pulled his leg from my grasp and by doing so, my hand hit the table, but i ignored the pain and kept pleading.
“can’t you hear? I said fire this girl now!” He yelled in fury.
Mr Paul slowly shook his head as he looked down at me on the floor. His eyes were a little bit sad. He was pitying me, no doubt.
Wait, he was pitying me! No, I’m going to lose this job. He is going to fire me.
“I’m sorry, Miss Parker but there is nothing i can do to help you. Mr Sebastian, here, is one the shareholders of this restaurant and he is also a very important customer of ours. We can’t choose you over him. I’m sorry but your service here is not needed again.” He said calmly.
I slowly got up to my feet. I dusted my skirt and sighed as i wiped my tears and look up at the man, who had just cost me my job.
He had a smug look on his face as he stares at me. This was the first time, I’m seeing his face clearly. He was fuvking cute and handsome but his attitude is very ugly, trust me.
I turned to his friend, who stood by his side. He was giving me a sad look.
I took a step back and slowly turned my back on them. I took in a de-ep cold breath and a tear run down my face.
It’s over for me. It’s over. I walked out of there and entered the changing room to take my stuffs and keep the restaurant uniform. After doing so, i left the changing room. I left the restaurant. And not because my shift was over, but because my service was no longer needed again. I was leaving the restaurant for good.
The ban-ging in my head increase with each step that i take. My wa-ist was also killing me but i ignored the pain and kept on crying.
What do i do now? Where do i go from here? How will i provide for my siblings? How will i pay for their school fees? How will i pay for the rent that was going to be due in two weeks time? God.
I was so lost in thought that i wasn’t watching where i was going until i hit something…no, someone.
“fu-ck.” He hiss.
“I’m so sorry.” I quickly apologize as i look up at the person. Not bad. He was cute. But, he reminds me of that jerk who just made me got fired from work.
Charlie, shut up. Don’t tell me, you are thinking about that di-ck.
”It’s alright. Are you okay?” I nodded my head yes but sniffed absentmindedly. “are you crying?”
“no, no, no.” I was quick to answer.
He gave me a stern look. “but your face is w-et and your eyes is swollen. Are you sure you are alright.”
“yeah. I’m sorry for bumping into you.” I was about to walk past him but my feet had another as they became heavy and i dropped to the floor.
“hey.” The guy rush towards my side. “are you alright?”
I nodded my head again but my eyes were getting heavy every minute and i slowly accepted the darkness. TBC.
?Faking It?
?by authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Three (3)?
Subtitle: {A Date???}
Raymond’s Pov
“that was so wrong of you, Ray. I mean, why will you get her fired when she had apologized?” My best friend, Elvis scolded as we walked into the house.
All the maids were busy with one thing or the other as we walked in. “that’s enough, you guys can leave.” I said.
“okay sir.” They all said in unison before walking out of the sitting room. Elvis and i were the only ones left in the living room now.
“I’m talking to you, Ray.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to look at him in his face. “She brou-ght it upon herself, Elvis. And i don’t care if its right or not. Okay?”
“really? You don’t care? It was a complete mistake, Ray. A mistake or are we not allowed to make one again?”
I shove my hands in my pocket and sighed. “it depends on the type of mistake. Look, she ruined my pan-ts, she called me an a-sshole, she talked back at me and she made me wait for an hour before attending to me, to us.”
Elvis scowled at me. “it was for thirty minutes and not an hour.”
“what different does it make?”
“there is a different.” He points out. “look, you have to call that girl back and apologize to her. You have to give her back her work.” He said.
I started laughing. Wow, Elvis is such a great comedian. When did he start becoming so funny like this? What? I should apologize to who? A commoner? A pauper? A girl who has no standard, no background? Elvis has just practically insulted me by telling me this.
“it’s not funny, Ray.”
“of course it is. I should call who and apologize? That pauper? Never. She is no different from my dog.”
“RAYMOND!” Elvis yelled. I scoffed as i sank down on my favorite ecpensive chair. “why will you compare her with a dog? Have respect for her, Ray. She is a human, like you and I.”
“and so? A human who has no money? Tsk, tsk, people like her are nothing but dogs.” I got up to my feet. “i have better things to do, Elvis. I can’t waste my precious time talking about a girl like that pig.” I retorted as i ascended the stairs. I could feel Elvis eyes on me but i didn’t even bother to look back and disappear into my room.
****
Charlie’s pov
Beep, beep, beep.
I slowly opened my eyes. The ban-ging in my head was driving me crazy. I look around my surrounding, i was in an unfamiliar place.
The last thing i could remember was falling. God, what on earth happened after that?
“i rushed you to the hospital.” i heard a voice said from my left side. I turned my head and found a handsome guy staring at me with a smile on his face. He looks familiar. oh. He was the same guy i met last night.
Last night? I look everywhere again, trying to get a glimpse of the time.
“what are you looking for?”
“what time is it?”
“9pm.” he answered. Oh, that means, today hasn’t pas-syet.
I slowly got up to a sitting postion, ignoring the pain in my head. “who are you?” i asked.
He grinned. “I’m Logan by name. Hope you are okay?” I nodded my head yes. “what is your name?”
I hesitate for a while before talking. “Charlie.”
“Charlie…for Charlotte, right?” i nodded my head yes.
“but i would appreciate if you call me Charlie and not Charlotte.” He knitted his brows at me.
“why not?”
“it’s for personal reason.”
“if you say so, Charlie.”
Ever since my parents died, i hate to hear my full name from someone else’s li-ps. They were the only ones who had the right to call me by my full name.
****
Logan has refused to let me leave on my own. He had insisted on taking me home by himself. We had argued for about twenty minutes until i decided to let him take me home.
We arrived at the front of my house. Logan hurriedly hopped out of his car and walked over to my side of the car and helped me with the door. I smiled at me before stepping out of the car.
“thanks for today, Logan. I will pay you back for the hospital bills and for the ride.”
He smiled and shook his head slowly. “you don’t need to do that Charlie. But…you have to do me a favor.”
“what favor?”
“can you go on a date with me?”
My eyes wide-ned. What? A date with him? i don’t even know him and I’m not in the mood to date anyone. I mean, not yet.
“what do you say? Yes?” He questioned. TBC.