Good look
1486 Words
Principal and Student 5
Noah's POV
He had to be crazy. I knew rich kids took all sorts of drugs to numb whatever f****d up s**t they had to put up with being rich over privileged pieces of s**t with no real care in the world. Whatever pills he had been popping recently had messed him up badly.
Rick had assured me that he was serious. He wasn't f*****g around. If I wanted to make five hundred, I had to f**k the hottest chick in the school who according to him was the new principal.
"Are you crazy?" Will asked saying exactly what was on my mind.
I had to be crazy to accept Rick's bet. At the moment I'd been dumbstruck by my greed. I was still experiencing the residual effects of greed.
"I think I am," I replied speaking in a low voice.
Evelyn Buckley. My first impression of her had been less than impressive. There was no s****l appeal there. She was sexy in her way but too plain to get me turned on.
"Noah," Will said tugging at my arm. "Snap out of it. You're way over your head. You can't pull this off."
He was right of course.
"I know." My hands shook slightly.
It was greed. The f*****g greed. I would get myself expelled or worse, arrested. Or worse expelled and then arrested.
"But what if-"
Will put up a hand to stop me. He looked just as agitated as I felt. "No 'but what if' in this. You're just being a greedy fool."
I knew I was being a greedy stupid fool but success was probable. That was the thing about probability. It ruled out impossibilities as nonexistent.
I told Will I needed to get off to get ready for my afternoon job in the restaurant. I'd started just a week and I wanted to maintain an early attendance for the times when I'd let out my rogue side.
Will warned me to call off the bet early while I still had the chance. I'd taken Rick's number so calling him would have been easy and I promised Will I would before he left.
I strolled home in an almost absent-minded state. My mom would have walked past me holding a mini Uzi on her way to rob a f*****g bank and I wouldn't even notice s**t.
Time went faster. My shift started at 6 pm and I got there half an hour early so I could talk to the bartender for a while. He always had stories to tell me about the hot chicks that came over to the bar. Most of them ended up making moves on him, going back to his place where he f***s them like a pro. I knew he was capping but thinking about it was just the distraction I needed. The possibility of a bartender banging hot chicks after serving them in his bar.
Juan was glad to see me and just as I expected, he told me about a redhead from the previous night. He said this redhead had gotten a little drunk and offered they go over to her place. He was going too far this time but I kept quiet and listened. I had asked for it.
My shift was slower than I expected. Most of the people that came to the restaurant were faceless, nameless patrons. The people I had in my circle were more of the fast-food joint crowd.
Carl was cool. He was laid back and mostly high on weed but he was a hell of a chef. Tokahama, the head chef would willingly give his left hand to vouch for Carl.
Hannah was a goth chick. I wouldn't let her come close to anything I was going to put in my mouth. She was scary. I think even James, our boss was scared of her. We took the evening shift along with Spoon.
I never got to know his real name but everyone called him Spoon. The story as I heard it was that he had a thing for spoons. James had caught him trying to pull a spoon heist but he had been caught on multiple occasions. It was probably an OCD thing.
Spoon came early too and then Hannah joined us just as the shift began. It was as if she had picked a ride on a broomstick or a raven.
There was the usual crowd and things were going fast once again in the world. I knew I was delaying my inevitable call to Rick to break off the bet. It was easy to put it away at the back of my mind as one of those things I'd handle later.
I didn't have a choice. As tempting as the offer was, I had to call it off.
"Yo. What's that look?" Carl asked hovering above me droopy-eyed.
I smiled. It was a weak smile.
"It's nothing."
"There are two types of people in this world. Some are born liars." Carl pulled closer. "And there are those that learn along the way."
He put his almost weightless hand around my shoulder. "And then there's you, Noah."
"You lost me." I tried to understand what he had just said but it was like I'd walked into a wall.
He sighed. "You couldn't lie if it was the only difference between life and death."
We both laughed. He was right of course.
"It's nothing serious. For real." I assured him.
Carl hit me with a fixed stare almost like he was trying to poke holes through me with his eyes then he laughed hitting me as he returned to the kitchen.
I took a deep breath, got my uniform, and pushed my mind back to work.
There was a guy at the far table. He was with a different woman just like every other night.
He was a lousy tipper. The only time he tipped was more of an accident and I suspected it was because he had gotten scared of Hannah. She had intimidated him somehow with her presence into tipping her. She had that sort of effect on everyone.
Spoon and Hannah were busy. I was left with no choice but to serve the no-tipper. It was funny how he reminded me of a rumpled deflated version of Austin Powers.
He had the same bald head but the evil sinister glint was replaced with a weary stressed appearance.
I moved over to his table trying to fix a smile on my face that James had told us we should use for the customers.
"Welcome. What would you like tonight?" I asked keeping my face fixed on the menu.
The woman with him was dark-haired. Her hair was as dark as a raven's body. I didn't bother with her.
He asked for the special and told me to get the same thing for his date.
"Whoa. Did you see the hottie No Tipper Voldemort came in with?" Carl asked as I entered the kitchen.
I shook my head. "I didn't get a look."
He blew a long whistle. "She's a 10, dude. A straight 10." Carl said licking his lips.
I shrugged. He had to be exaggerating. If the woman was as hot as he made her look then I would have noticed. The fact I didn't give her a look meant she wasn't worth it.
"Double special," I told him.
Carl looked through the window trying to get a good look at the woman but he couldn't from where he was standing. For him to try was proof that he was f*****g high.
It took less than ten minutes for Carl to hand the tray to me with the smoking hot plate of soups. He was a friggin ninja in the kitchen alright.
"Noah!" He yelled as I reached the door.
I stopped to look over my shoulder at him.
He made a face as he said, "Try to get a good look at her."
He had stopped me to tell me that s**t. Unbelievable. I sighed and told him I would.
I sniffed the soup which made my eyes water as I lumbered back to their table. The woman's hair had a rich sheen like she had spent years taking care of it using top-grade shampoos. Her dress looked simple enough that you could get a thousand more that looked just like it at any mall.
What was so special about her? I thought then remembered that was exactly how I had felt when I saw Evelyn Buckley for the first time. Was I somehow growing a harsh indifference towards women?
I tossed the thought away as I reached the table and dropped the soup. No tipper Voldermolt looked like he was agitated while the woman chuckled slightly. She looked up and our eyes locked then there was a flash of familiarity.
Oh, f**k! I gasped.
Evelyn Buckley... Evelyn f*****g Buckley!
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