Chasing The Bad Girl

Chapter 5- The Tattoo artist.

The ad was a huge success.

There was an extreme increase in the flow of customers in the cafe immediately after the video was uploaded.

I had never realized my influence on the internet until I saw people literally lining up for a spot in the cafe.

I had assumed that the people were only going to show up on the first day but the customers in the cafe just kept increasing by the day.

By Wednesday all the employees had to work full time because of the crazy inflow of customers.

The best part was it seemed to turn into a trend for people to come into the cafe and give a review online.

Mr Sawyer had budgeted that we were going to renovate and expand the cafe in two months time but he changed his hypothesis and said it was probably going to be in less than a month.

For the past few days all the items on the menu were completely finished and we were getting calls all over for deliveries.

Mr Sawyer said he was going to give it a week and if we kept getting so many customers then he would hire extra employees.

At the moment I was literally the running mascot of Ally’s cafe because everyone wanted a meet and greet and it was turning extremely crazy.

We had to double on the security and control the crowd in the place.

I was always extremely exhausted.

My mum was beginning to get extra cautious of my safety but I reassured her that I was fine and the cafe was doing its absolute best to control the size of the crowd.

Slowly, people were becoming rather focused on having our items rather than See me in the cafe.

But times when Reiner and Rapha were around it basically turned absolutely crazy.

Because Mr Sawyer had not explained to most of the waiters in the cafe why we were having so much customers everyone seemed to be pretty much confused- including Beka.

We were working a rather late shift by around a few minutes to 10 but when we saw we were literally out of everything it was decided that we could close for the day.

I didn’t even want to eat or do anything at home because I had a diet and hated to eat by late hours.

Besides, the chef had snuck me a plate of his infamous egg salad dish for dinner.

He was literally in love with me.

I had eaten that but I was so positive that Beka had nothing all day.

Shit, I should not be worrying about her.

But yet I found myself waiting out of her locker room so I could talk to her.

This was probably a bad idea.

But maybe she needed a ride home. Maybe she needed something else.

We had not spoken ever since the day she claimed to have caught a cold and it feels so weird to me because we work in the literal same place.

All the other employees thought she was just quiet and laid back but she was one of the few people that seemed to be around my age here and it would be nice if we could be friends.

I waited out of her locker room and texted my parents that I may be home late because I saw their missed calls when I got off work.

When I looked up after texting, I found her emerging from the locker room.

“Can I help you?” Beka asked curiously, swinging her bag over her shoulders.

She was wearing a varsity jacket with a plain white tee inside. As usual she was wearing a pair of mom jeans and they were ripped.

Her fashion sense was simple and yet unmatched.

I resisted the urge to peek at the skin of extremely long legs and focused my eyes on her,

Beka was extremely pretty.

She seemed to have that face I would probably never forget in an entire lifetime.

With her height and body type I would definitely be asking myself why she was not into modeling.

She was perfect for it.

If my agency ever found her they would literally swipe her for themselves.

But maybe that was not her career path.

Maybe that was the least of the things she wanted.

I could never figure out what she wanted anyway, her face was always a blank canvas.

This was why I always wanted to talk to her.

“No I’m fine, just checking on you” I said, pushing my hands into my pockets.

“I’m fine too” her voice was Monotone and clipped short.

Mon Dieu, why won’t you speak to me like you want to?

But I still tried anyway.

“So it’s getting really late and there Should be zero to no ubers on the streets. Want a ride?” I asked, hoping I was being nice and not intrusive.

Her icy eyes seemed to consider the thought but she furrowed her thick and dark eyebrows before pressing her lips together.

“No, thanks anyway” she shook her head and turned around.

They probably were ubers anyway.

I could swear she made me look like I was going to r**e her and dump her body on the streets like some twisted Bryce Walker.

I should probably stop trying-

“I’m not trying to be rude,” I heard her voice call out.

I quickly whipped my head towards her and my curls slapped me in the face.

Sighing, I pushed them back with one hand.

“But I don’t think our homes are close by. Plus I’m not exactly going home” she went on.

“What side?” I asked.

“Crenshaw. South Crenshaw down 42 street.” She replied.

I knew Crenshaw but I had literally never been there in my whole life.

Maybe once because swimming took me to a school around that area but that was it.

“That’s fine” I answered anyway.

If she even found an Uber it would be extremely hard finding one that would go to that area in the dead of the night.

When Beka saw my car door turn upwards her lips made a small ‘O’ and her eyes shone curiously.

She looked like a kid seeing a Christmas tree for the first time.

I found myself wanting to talk down on myself again, say it was my father’s BMW i8 and he only let me drive them because he trusted me with his babies.

“Your car is gorgeous” she complimented, staring at the white leather interior.

Her side profile was insanely gorgeous.

“It’s not mine,” I answered truthfully, peeling my eyes away from her face.

I should stop staring before she concluded I was a freak.

“I’ll probably get into trouble for coming home so late with it. We’re parting ways after tonight,” I chuckled.

She suddenly grew quiet and said nothing but pulled out her iPhone and began to text away.

That was my cue to shut up.

But when we were five minutes into our trip I found myself talking again.

Fuck, I probably irritated her but I just wanted to know so much about her.

“What high school do you attend?” I asked curiously , glancing at her profile briefly.

“Did I attend,” she answered after a short while.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“I’m in college now. Sophomore year. UC Berkeley”

Hence the jacket.

I found myself internally dying every time she gave me one single detail from her life.

Not only was she fruity but she was also my senior by probably three years.

She was literally in college and my baby ass had not even attended a single class in Senior year.

There was no single way in this entire life she would even bat an eyelash at me.

Everyone was afraid of catching a case anyway. I was under 18 and she was probably in her 20s so she would do anything to avoid me.

I should really give up on being so damn attracted to her.

She wasn’t even straight for crying out loud! Why was I so hung up on her?

“That’s pretty cool. Berkeley is a pretty amazing place” I answered anyway, still keeping on the conversation.

Any s****l thought I had should probably die right now. There was no way I could even w***e with her when she was used to all those frat boys.

That and her homosexuality.

“Yeah,” she answered absentmindedly, scrolling through her phone.

I had never felt so boring in my life.

Maybe I should definitely stop talking but apparently, my mouth had not learnt it’s lesson.

“Have you eaten? Sorry I forgot to ask I could get-“

“We work in a cafe Jordyn,” her voice sounded exasperated.

“If I was hungry I would have gotten something from there. I can’t eat so late. Roughs up my whole stomach in the night” she went on.

I decided to be silent.

Suddenly, her phone went off to the regular iPhone ringtone and she picked immediately.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be there soon” she sighed, placing her hand on her hair.

Her nails were natural. Long fingertips with short nails on them. I thought they were pretty.

“Does she still want the butterfly design or another skull? She was extremely indecisive when she called me earlier in the afternoon so I’m not even sure” she went on.

“What? We have five more? Eh, it’s fine. More money to my pockets anyway. See you in a few babes. We’re almost there,” she finished and ended the call.

“Is everything fine?” I asked, checking on her.

“Yeah,” she answered.

That was her favorite word. Yeah.

“What was that about?”

God, my mouth was bigger than a ten foot long sandwich.

“I’m a tattoo artist,” she explained.

“I start my work late at night.”

I stared at her profile in confusion before facing the road and turning around a corner.

We should be there really soon.

“Your parents don’t mind?”

When I turned towards her again, her eyes were narrowed down and cold.

My conscience was literally smacking me in the face.

I knew my mouth was eventually going to get me into trouble.

“Not everyone has parents that would throw BMWs in their faces, Jordyn. Some of us have to work all day and all night with the little qualification we have to pay the bills and tuition.”

Shit, I felt so bad.

“I am-“

“No you’re not. You don’t understand. That’s why you would snatch a job from someone who needs it so badly just so you can have your fan girls drool over you at the cafe,” her icy tone cut me off.

I wordlessly opened the doors and she immediately got out.

“Thank you for the ride,”

And before I could process it, she was walking away and through a door.

Beka and I lived very different lives.

This was probably the moment that I realized that in neither this life nor the next could we ever become friends.

She barely tolerated my ass and I was always over pushing my boundaries to talk to her.

Flaring up on me was extremely understandable. I may not have used money but I Had used my influence to get a job at the cafe.

I should probably stop thinking about this anyway.

Part of the rules of me being grounded was so far as I could maintain my job at the cafe then I could maintain modeling too.

I had an extremely large and important shoot for tomorrow so I needed all the rest I could get.

I wasn’t even going to come into the cafe tomorrow.

Most especially when Beka made it clear she hated my guts.

AN

Writing from one point of view can be so hard! It’s really not so easy to paint a vivid image of our precious Beka but we will get her POV along the lines. I know everyone is definitely not a fan of her at this point but please just bear with her and her frisky moods. Don’t forget to leave comments and make my day!

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