Chapter four

Chapter four

I wake up on Sunday morning and pay a visit to 'THE GRILL' That is the name of the restaurant that I used to work. It’s a family restaurant owned by the 'Buyers'. I bump into Mrs. Buyers almost immediately after I enter the restaurant.

"Freya!” she exclaims. “it’s so good to see you, did you get the job?"

"Yes," I reply happily, and she smiles, giving me a warm hug.

"I knew you could do it, congratulations"

"Thanks"

"But I must say, we will miss you here at the grill"

"I know but I've got to go"

"Ok, go say hi to Ross, he's in the kitchen"

I sigh. Ross has been asking me out since I stepped into his restaurant for a job. The only relationship I see between us is a friendship, nothing more but he doesn't seem to get the message. I walked to the kitchen.

"Hey, Ross"I greet as He removes his apron.

"Hi, Freya, how was your interview?"

"It went great, I got the job"

"Oh, congratulations" he hugs me and lifts me off my feet. He puts me back down but keeps hugging me. Now he's rubbing my back.

"Um, Ross" I mutter protestingly.

"Yeah, oh sorry," he says and he lets go of me.

"So, I was thinking, do you maybe want to go out for drinks tomorrow night?"

"No, have to go to work on Monday morning" I don't actually drink but he doesn't need to know that.

"Ok, tonight then"

"I don't know Ross"

"Just give me a chance Freya" He puts his hands on my shoulders and shakes me gently.

"Please, Freya" he keeps pleading.

 Aargh…

"Okay, okay, but just one drink" I succumb.

"Yes, thanks" He starts dancing and shouting and I leave. I spend the rest of the day finishing 'NEW GIRL' and before I know it, the time is 7:00, and I get a text from Ross, saying he's on the way to pick me up.

"Hey Freya, you....look....amazing"

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself" He opens the door of his car for me and I get in the passenger’s seat.

"Ok, so where are we going?"

"We could go to prison"

 What? Is he nuts?

"What? What do you mean by prison, Ross?"

"Relax, it’s the name of a bar, haven't you ever been there, everyone loves prison."

Ok, I have a bad feeling about 'PRISON'

"Well not me" I reply with a deep frown.

"We're meeting up with a few of my friends, is that ok?"

"Yeah, sure whatever"

After a few minutes, we finally get to Prison and I now see why it’s called so. The bouncer is dressed like an actual prison guard and he is distributing orange jumpsuits at the entrance. We get in, put on our jumpsuits, take our mugshots, and go in. I haven't ever been to an actual bar but this place is awful. It smells heavily of alcohol and I am starting to get irritated. There is even a guy puking on the floor. Ok that's I'm out of here.

"Ross, I think I wanna leave"

"But you promised me you'd have at least one drink with me Freya, and you haven't even met my friends yet" he complains.

"I know I promised but I don't feel comfortable"

"Please Freya" really? Why can't I say no?

"Fine"

"Thanks, come meet my friends" He led me to a group of people who have so many tattoos and piercings that they didn't even need clothes. I can't believe these are the type of people Ross hangs out with. Not to be judgy or anything.

"Hey guys, this is Freya" a guy speaks.

Oh, so you're the Freya, Ross has told us so much about you" I nearly choke on the smell of alcohol oozing from his mouth.

"Well, I'm Chainsaw and it’s an honor to meet Ross' girlfriend"

 Girlfriend?

"Hold up a second, I'm not Ross' girlfriend"

"Well, that's not what he told us"

I glared at Ross and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"Ok, uhm guys, Freya isn't really my girlfriend"

"So why lie to us?" I kinda feel bad for him. I turn to leave again when I felt a hand on my wrist.

"Wait don't go, we still haven't had a drink yet"

"Not interested anymore," I say, as calm as I can.

"What do you mean not interested anymore" Chainsaw questions.

"Cause I'm not interested anymore," I repeat. He tightens his grip on my wrist.

"Let go of me you're hurting me," I say. He pulled me by the waist still holding my wrist and he places his fucking stinking alcohol-wettened lips on mine.

"Fuck off," I said trying to push but he wouldn't budge.

"Please, Ross, Ross" I cried, only to see that Ross isn't even here anymore. Chainsaw smirks at me evilly. Only if I could take that smirk off his face.

It happens that a swift ball fist hits Chainsaw’s cheekbone and he falls.  Whoever it is knows exactly what I need.

"Thanks a lot" I rush my words

"It's fine," The deep voice says. It sounds so familiar.

"Freya, Andre," We say in unison

"What are you doing here?" Andre asks.

"I came here with a friend" I answer silently. I'm sure he thinks of me differently now.

"Let's get you out of here," He says as he pulls me out. I wonder what someone like him is doing here in the first place. He looks sexy in the orange jumpsuit though. When we get out of the club Andre stares at me for a long time and I stare back not knowing what to do or say.

"I..." I start and he smiles.

"It's fine Freya. See you at work tomorrow" He said as he enters his car. I stand still as I rub my hands together, bringing them to my cheeks to heat my freezing temples.

"Do you have a ride home?" Andre says suddenly and I jump in fright.

"Yeah, I do" I lie but he doesn't move.

"Who is your ride home?" He asks.

"He is ahem, actually he is...."

'Just get in" he says, smiling and I enter his car.