Page 5 of Rough Rider (Bad Boy High)
Chapter Four
ANDY
My feet are killing me, and I know it’s the sneakers. They’re so worn down I might as well be barefoot. Not that I would. I’m lucky the glue is still holding the sole of my shoe on. With how sticky the diner floor is, I won’t be shocked if it rips it right off.
“Anything else I can get you tonight?” I ask as I top off the two men’s coffees. They’ve been here for a few hours taking up a table and sipping on the world’s worst coffee. I’d know because I made it.
“We’re good,” one says.
“For now,” the other one responds, winking at me. He’s old enough to be my father, I think as his gaze goes to my tits. Gross.
“All right.” I give a forced smile before returning the pot to the burner. Only another hour and I can get the hell out of here.
Tips have been shit tonight, and we have slowed way down. I’m just thankful that I’m not relying as heavily on them as I thought I would be.
“Bobby,” I call to our cook through the kitchen window. The whole place has a retro vibe, or it once did. Now it truly is retro.
“Do you want dinner?” he asks, shoving his phone into the front pocket of his shirt and pulling his vape out in the process to take a drag.
“Yes, I’m starving.”
“No free dinner for you tonight.” Todd steps out from his small office, glaring at me through the window. “You were late.”
“It was only a couple of minutes, and I’m never late!”
He’s only pissed because Willow had to cover those couple of minutes, and I’m sure she took it out on him. I wouldn’t classify them as being in a relationship, but they often bang it out in his office, and I once walked in on it. Unfortunately for me, that image is now burned into my memory for eternity. It’s one of those things you wish you could unsee, but it doesn’t work that way.
I honestly don’t know how she fucks him, maybe because she doesn’t get a view of his saggy ass in the process. Either way, I wouldn’t fuck him for better shifts or whatever extra perks she gets.
“Late is late,” he says, locking the door to his office. “I’m headed home.”
“Tell your wife I said hi,” I call after him as Bobby fights a laugh. I don’t think she really cares if he’s banging Willow. She might be thankful that she doesn’t have to sleep with him.
“I’ll make you something,” Bobby says when we hear the back door of the diner close.
“I can pay.” I don’t want him getting into trouble. Plus, I’m no longer out the money I owed for my mother’s drugs. I’m still not sure why they let me off. They probably haven’t and will be back to collect in one way or another.
“Todd can get fucked.” Bobby drops mozzarella sticks into the fryer. My favorite.
“You know you’re my favorite here.”
“Girl,” he chuckles. “Who else is gonna beat me out? There isn’t much competition around here.”
“Hey, don’t forget about Lucifur. She’s in the running too.” That cat has been in the back alley since I started working here.
“I hate to tell you this, but Lucifur is a boy and just fat.”
“Oh.” That’s only mildly disappointing. Kittens are adorable, but Lucifur is feral and won’t let anyone near her—wait, him. I take scraps out there and can confirm that the diner food can make you on the thicker side.
“Here you go.” Bobby puts the plateful of mozzarella sticks in the window with a giant side of ranch instead of marinara.
“Thank you.” I take it and make myself a Coke, grabbing my economics book and flipping it open.
If we’re slow, I might as well try and get some schoolwork done. I flip through the pages, jotting down a few notes before checking on the two older men who are lingering and sipping coffee.
One of them has taken off their jacket, and I can see his tattoo. They remind me of the men from today, but their tattoos are different. I know there are different gangs and such, but I try to stay clear of all of that.Trybeing the key word. My mom is slowly dragging me toward it.
"What do you know about the Riders?" I ask Bobby.
