Chapter 8 | War

"Reservations for two!" A low voice said.

I looked at the couple in front of me, as my wide smile dissolves into a frown. And I didn't bother to hide it, cause to say I was pissed would be an understatement.

He didn't mind my frown. Hell! He couldn't even see it. Not that I minded.

A huge small was plastered on his face. His million dollar megawatt grin almost blinding.

Not that it affected me, cause he wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at her.

My eyes trailed to his date, and I felt the urge to grain out loud.

Seriously? I mean seriously? Of all the girls that he could have chosen in the world? He had to pick another one.

Another one in the sense that she was exactly like his former date. She had a bloodred high low dress, which made her look like a princess, without the crown. It didn't show much skin. She was just like any other wattpad girl.

Damn, thus Ethan sure knew how to push my buttons? How? Well, I was pretty sure that she was a virgin, and if I didn't stop him. She was bound to get her heart broken.

"What are you doing here?" I blurt out. Surprise and anger filling me.

And to think that I got rid of the guy.

"To order of course!" Ethan response, his attention returning back to his date.

Poor girl.

"Sorry, but we don't have any reservations left!" I piped hoping that he would get the clue and leave.

He slides his hands down to her waist, and pinched her butt, making her flinch and then blush deeply. Matching the colour of her dress.

"Reservations for Ethan Carson!" he adds, eyebrows raised, like he expected me to say otherwise.

I snatch the receipt of the counter. An idea coming to me.

I led them to their table. Golden light reflecting off their faces.

I returned back to the counter, and scribbled a little something.

Listen to me!! Ethan carson is a player. He his heartless leavingany girls with a broken and wounded heart. He plays them like toys and then dumbs them like garbage. Don't let him do the same thing to you! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

I wanted to write a lot more trust me, but my pen said other wise.

So I waited,waited for them to flirt with each other and finish their food.

I passed by her, and slipped the note into her purse, while Ethan went to pay the bill.

I watched as he face changed, from hurt, pain and then anger.

Boi, was this gonna be good!

Erhan made his way back, and slipped his hands to her back.

Fury burned in her eyes. She took his hand off, and guess what? Twisted it. Man I could see the pain from Ethan's eyes from whrmere I stood.

She then added for salt to the fight. We all know that slat makes anything more delicious, right?

Spit. She spat on him, before taking her bag off the table and walking off.

I watched as Ethan body shook. With pain? Hurt? Nope!

It shook with anger, man I could almost see the flames burning on his head.

He wiped the spot of his face, before walking off. The restaurant exploded in a fit of laughter.

But sometimes some people just don't give up, do they?

The very next week Ethan appeared. Like nothing ever happened.

He came in with a blonde. And I had another idea.

I put on a smile on my face, leading them to their table.

I had to do something. Anything, anything at all, to warn this young, unsuspecting victim about the dangers of the malicious Ethan Carson and his ways.

So my plan was simple really. Send her to the restroom.

I had a jug of water, ready to refill or spill.

I purposely aimed the jug, so that when I poured it wouldn't enter the jug. But it would pour on her dress. Not so much, that it would saok her dress! I wasn't evil. But enough to make her to go to the restroom.

She excused herself. A blush forming on her face, as she entered the restroom.

I stood behind the counter a smirk forming on my face.

Before spilling the water on her. I had already grabbed a lipstick, and written a note on the mirror, about how devilish Ethan was.

I knew she saw it, once she came out and headed over to Ethan.

I and Amber were watching knowing something was bound to happen like it always did. She smirked at him, before she gave him a slap. She grabbed her handbag and hit it on his head. Before walking out the door.

I watched as Ethan stood up, but instead of heading towards the door. He headed towards the back room.

Otherwise known as the manager's room.

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A few weeks passed and I didn't do anything. I didn't warn them, or stop them about Ethan.

Because he complained to our boss. And I had to lay low for some time if I didn't want to get fired.

But sometimes, people make mistakes. Some huge, some little.

Me? Well my mistake was huge? Because after about two weeks. Ethan brought his date. Two weeks is a lot of time to stay silent, wasn't it? Well, I was wrong.

Because my plan for her was to slip a note, under her plate as I served it.

But somethings just work together for my own downfall.

Today, it was the plate and the paper. Because I swore, I put it properly so that it wouldn't be seen except that you sat in front of it.

Ethan didn't. But his date did. But he still saw the note before his date.

How? Well it's just because he decided to perform a little bit a chivalry for her.

Her pulled out her chair, and I knew that my life-or job was over.

The paper was sticking out to bother of them. But he took it before his date. Smiling at her.

I served them their drinks and I knew that he knew who did it.

I was the only waitress who serverd them. That meant that I was the one who put the paper under the plate.

"You!" he yelled. And I ignored.

"You did this, didn't you!!" he yelled again, and I just pretended that he wasn't talking to me.

I was about to head back to the counter when he took ahold of my arm.

"Baby, what are you doing?" his date asked, and I agreed in my mind,"Yeah what the fuck are you doing?"

"You're the one who wrote this? Didn't you?" he asked anger in his tone.

I finally turned to face him, "What? It is true isn't it?"

His face turned red from anger.

"You are the bitch huh? The one sabotaging all my dates?"

"Don't call me a bitch! And I wasn't sabotaging any thing. I was saving a lot of girls, from your evil ways!" I sneered.

He gripped my hand harder, and I thought he was going to break it. Before Amber slipped beside him.

"Excuse me Mr. Carson, but you have no right to treat any of our workers like that!"

"I want her fired right now!" he yelled releasing my hand.

" You have no bails reason to suggest that!" Amber replied.

"I don't give a fuck! I want this fucking bitch fired. Or else, I'm gonna sue this place!"

Amber turned to me. I knew I was gonna get fired, anyway. It was a selfless service.

But sometimes you just can't let the devil win in a battle. So that was what I did.

" You Ethan? I told you not to ever call me a bitch! But I guess having not to do but sleep with numerous girls is going to mess with your brain cells!"

"You have no right to talk to me. Do you know who the fuck I am? I can kill you, if I wanted!" he yelled.

"I don't give any shit, about you you are. All I know is that you" I said pointing to him, "are a fucking screwed up, pointless, mother fucking bastard from hell"

His jaw dropped as I used the time to grab a jug off their table and throw it at him.

I didn't look back anyways, as I gave him the finger.

Did I regret anything? Yeah! The jug was plastic it couldn't do any damage and it Also couldn't destroy his useless head.

                 Screw Ethan Carson.

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