Chapter 3

The day goes on as customers come and go. The breakfast rush finished a while ago and it's almost time for lunch. Just after I've finished cleaning up the breakfast mess the bell rings again. Well that sucks, I haven't had a moment to day dream yet, today has been really busy. A bunch of guys looking Tommy's age waltz into the pub. Their walk practically screams entitled males. Well this is going to be fun.

From my spot just behind the counter I hear one of the talking to Jason

"Table for four" the youngster states, in a tone that shows everything but respect. Something flashes across Jason's face, like he's met these boys before and by the looks of things it wasn't a pleasant encounter. Though I can't imagine having a decent encounter with them, especially the blond one. He looks like a pain in the ass.

Jason leads them to a central table with four chairs. I step out from behind the counter to hand them each a menu.

"Let me know when you're ready to order" I say in a friendly voice. three out of the four guys give me an appreciative glance whereas one of them, the boy with the back hair respectfully keeps his eyes to himself. That's new.

I return a few minutes later to take their orders. "What'll it be?" I ask, still trying to sound friendly even though they give me the creeps. 

"Are you on the menu sweetheart" one the boys asks with a gross smirk. I resist the temptation to roll my eyes and clock him in the jaw. I don't think he'll be able to eat what he orders with a broken jaw though so I refrain from my temptations. 

"Sorry to disappoint darling, but no", I replied hoping to still get a tip. 

"Pity" says a different boy with his slimy eyes glued to my exposed legs. This is one of the few time I wish I was dressed like a nun.

After that uncomfortable moment they finally order four burgers with fries and three large cokes and a glass of water. How predictable.

I tell Damian the order as I stand in the kitchen and wait for it, after the usual a,punt of sizzling and flipping, slicing and dicing he finishes up the orders. When he places the burger and drinks onto my tray with a merry slap to the bell, I walk out of the kitchen towards their table. I hope they eat quickly and leave because I don't appreciate their wondering eyes.

I bend over to place down the last burger on their table when a hand grabs my butt. You have got to be kidding me. I grab his hand off my ass and glare at the boy with blond hair. I knew he was the trouble maker of the bunch, my initiation is seldom off.

"Anyone lost a hand because I found this one on my ass", I say in a louder than necessary voice. The other three boys crack up with laughter as I continue to glare at the perving boy, who doesn't look like he regrets doing it, more like he regrets being called out for it. Asshole.

I slam the boy's hand down on the table hoping I caused at least a small amount of pain, smirking at the loud smack it makes.

"If that'll be all'', I ask with a glare. Wondering if anyone will be brave enough to say anything. None of them can even look me in the eye right now, what can I say. I'm practiced in the art of glaring. After a short period of silence I turn and head back to the kitchen. I hear the blond boy say to his mates, that fine ass was worth it as they all start congratulating him, except the dark haired boy, I choose to ignore them. I can see Tommy peeking out from the kitchen, he no doubt witnessed the whole spectacle. I hope I don't get into trouble for mistreating a customer even though he was a perv.

"Sorry about those guys Raven", Tommy says with a shy smile. As he looks at me and then back to his twiddling thumbs. "They're my age and love to come here to torment me, you sure put them in their place though" he says as his grin grows wider. "I think you calling zack out on his perving behavior just made my day," I smile at the thought. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," I say with a mock bow causing Tommy to laugh.

"What are their names?" I ask so I can call them out later if I see them again. though I hope they have figured out by now that it's in their best interests to avoid me.

"The dark haired one is Knight, he is the quietest of the bunch, something flashed  across his face as he mentions knight but it's gone before I can identify it. The blonde is Zack, he is the perv and the head of their  for lack of a better word: gang. The redhead is Mitch; he's not the brightest spark and then the brunette is Larry; he is like the co-leader if you will." I nod my head, recognizing the typical high school heircachy.

"Good to know", I responded glaring in their direction, Knight is the only one of the four I could see myself having a civil conversation with but otherwise they all have very punchable faces and very breakable teeth.

No one else comes into the pub before the early close, I go down to my room where I spot a baby blue sundress on my bed with a scribbled note, "the last waitress left this here, it looked your size". I hold it up against myself and it looks like it might fit. I can't remeber the last time I wore a dress, they are such impractical things but I don't want to seem ungrateful so I decide to wear it.

After a nice shower where I wash my filthy hair and let the warm water soak into my skin, I slip on the sundress that is a bit right in the hips and the chest area but otherwise a perfect fit, I also slip on my plain brown sandals for lack of better options. I'm a light traveler.

I glance at the clock as it ticks towards 6:25. I exit my room into the dark passage and into the kitchen. It seems none of the guys are out and about so I head to the kitchen and sit at one of the vacant tables. Out of boredom I start fiddling with my loose hair, I hope I won't regret leaving it loose tonight, sometimes the wind makes it unbearable.

After about two minutes of waiting, Damian emerges with Blue denim jeans and a tight fighting black shirt, followed by Tommy in black jeans and a baggy grey shirt. 

"Well don't you look just ravishing", Damian comments with a smirk and a wink. Not to bad yourself I want to reply but I think his ego is big enough at the moment,

By now I've gotten used to his flirtations and think I might give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Do I?" I respond as I stand up and walk towards him. I stop right in front of him and walk my finger up his chest until I cup his cheek, looking directly in his eye. "You think you can handle me big boy." I continue in a sultry voice as I pat his cheek and lean forward to lay a kiss on his neck that I can barely reach.

He swallows a big lump down his throat. Satisfied with the reaction I turn and walk back to my seat but not before giving Tommy a wink. A blush creeps up his neck. Men, so easily worked up. After another minute of waiting Jason emerges from the kitchen in white jeans and a black button up shirt.

"I see you're all ready so let's head I've to the meadow " he says as he walk towards the door, the rest of us wordlessly follow.