"Now explain to me why we are here again?" I glance through the plants at my uncles.

"Why would you want to miss this opportunity?" Fran whispers besides me.

"Did you really have to make us dressed so fancy?" I stare at our attire. I'm wearing a burgundy Flowy dress cinched at the waist with a low back. Fran has a little black dress complete with killer pink Jimmy Choo heels. We do look fabulous with our styled hair and makeup.

"Why not? It's my treat. I love this restaurant." She shrugs. Sometimes I forget she is rich.

"Don't you have any sense of privacy." I hiss as she keeps looking at my uncles obviously. I say it jokingly, almost. I'm somewhat embarrassed at her lack of embarrassment. I'm sure the people around us think we are stalking some celebrity. Then again, growing up with Fran, I have learned to grow use to her eccentric personality.

"NOPE." She grins before looking some more. I'm glad she didn't bring her binoculars. She actually brought them once when she was scoping out some dude. "I must say they look interested in their dates and vice versa. Good job D." Her grin grows wider. I feel goosebumps come up as her grin leans toward mischievousness.

"Let me see." I peer from the plants blocking us from view. Both of my uncles are sitting at separate tables. They look like they are quite enjoying their dates judging by their smiles and their dates' smiles. Plus, their dates are rather attractive anyways.

I giggle to myself a bit as both of my Uncles have a flirtatious smile on their faces. I don't think anybody will be able to resist them, especially since they look dashing in their suit and tie (which I picked out of course).

"Good evening. I shall be your waiter for the day. My name is-" he stops as both of us make eye contact. Great. Mason is here to ruin a wonderful night.

Fran kicks me not too gently under the table. "Hi." I say first in a flat tone.

His professional look falls. "What do you want to order?" His tone sounds impatient.

I bite my tongue from spitting out the insults that are making its way out. I would rather not cause a scene. 

"I'll take tonight's special." Fran orders without being affected by he tense atmosphere.

"Sane." I say without looking at him. Mason's messy hair is neatly combed back in a stylish manner. He looks rather dashing himself with his bow tie and white collared shirt. It makes me want to spill my drink over him. The restaurant makes him wear a clean, professional uniform. However, im quite surprised he even landed a job here in the first place. He must have bribed his way in or blackmailed or something. 

"That was rude." Fran crosses her arm and raises an eyebrow.

"I didn't do anything." I roll my eyes.

"Exactly. You didn't even spare him a look. Also, you were being a complete bitch." She leans her elbows on the table and cocks her head at me.

"Whatever." I take a sip of my drink.

"That's so unlike you."

"So what."

"Girl, don't tell me you did not see him eyeing you. C'mon, half our school wants that man candy. Don't tell me you aren't any different." She sighs. "Plus, we do look damn hot today." She winks after that statement.

"I don't see the attraction." I take another sip of my lemonade.

"You're going to go pee after all that drinking." She takes my glass away. I pout a bit.

"I didn't think they even hired delinquents like me." I say to her. Fran's eyes widen at my statements.

Of course, he is standing right behind me. 

"Don't think you know me." Mason's hard eyes glare upon me as he places our dishes down on the table. He leaves as soon as he comes. Why does that statement sound so familiar? Oh right, because he told me that just a while back.

"Never claimed otherwise." I shoot back in a sassy tone. I'm not in the mood for him. I don't even bother looking at him.

"Then, don't say bad shit about me." He glares. I am almost taken aback by the animosity, but keep pressing at him. 

"What are you going to do about it? Delinquent." I emphasize and I glare back. 

"Whoa. Whoa." Fran pipes up. "Let's not get in a fight here."

"I can handle myself." I state, never breaking eye contact from Fran. 

That earns a smirk from Mason. 

I stand up. "You..." 

But I am stopped as another waiter comes up, "Is there a problem here?"

"No, everything is fine." Mason immediately puts a fake smile on his face. 

"I was taking to these ladies." 

"Everything is fine." Fran speaks up before I can say something. They leave.

"Let's hope Mason didn't spit in our food," Fran comments.

"That's all you got to say." I sigh.

"I'm not going to push anything you don't want out of you."

"okay." I sigh once more. I don't feel guilty since I can only think about those mean words he said to me not so long ago.

"Have you been taking your meds?" Fran whispers worringly.

"Of course I do. Allen makes sure I do. If not, my uncle does." I look away. "Can we not talk about that?"

"I was just worried okay?" She looks at me apologetically.

"It's fine. Really." I give her a small smile. "I'll be back. I need to go to the restroom, and don't say I told you so."

"I'm not saying anything." She smirks at me.

I head down the nicely decorated hallways toward the restrooms.

"Sorry." I apologize automatically as I bump into someone as I turn the corner.

"It's okay--Wait."I hear as someone grabs my arm gently.

I quickly turn to glare at the person for touching me.

Again, it's only Mason. Of course it would be him, wouldn't it be?

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He looks down at me.

"Yes." I nod stiffly as i yank my arm back.

"How about Saturday?" He tries again.

"What do you want?" I cross my arms.

"Let's just talk."

"Talk huh? I think we had enough talking last time. You made your point very clear on how you thought about me." I almost spit the words out.

"Delany. Please." He sighs, more tired than angry. 

"What? What's with the change in mood? We were just trying to bite each other's heads off an hour ago." 

"I had time to think."

"And what did you think?"  I ask curiously. 

He hesitates. 

"I'm sorry." He actually looks sad. I almost falter momentarily.

"You don't need to apologize to me." I shake my head. "It's not like we are close to each other. There's nothing worth apologizing over." I turn on my heels and strut my way to the restroom as confidently as I can.

As soon as I enter the restroom, I can't help but slide down against the wall and cry. Mason's words are coming back to my head again. I really hate Mason. Only him. Only he does this to me. He makes me all confused and emotional.

Why must I be stuck on Mason? I shake my head furiously.

I stand up immediately, almost as fast as I sat down. There is no use wasting any tears on him. I stare at myself in the mirror and wipe away the tears. Cleaning my makeup, I try to make myself presentable again.

My way back to the table is uneventful.

"There you are! I thought you were constipated or something." Fran says as I sit back down. Her words lighten my mood a bit.

"I really didn't want to start without you, but damn the food was calling to me." She looks at me guiltily with a sliced piece of succulent steak stabbed into her fork.

"It's okay. How is it?"

"Delicious." She almost moans as she takes a few more bites.

"Girl, calm down those moans." My eyes widen at her sound effects.

"It's just soooo goooddd." She moans.

My cheeks flush as I see some people stare at us.

"Fine. Fine." She grins cheekily. "I'll calm myself down."

It doesn't take us long to finish the dinner, leaving us full and bloated.

"God. We must look so big in our dresses now." Fran sighs into her chair.

"You do." I laugh at her tighter dress. My dress is roomier.

"Shut up, you bitch." She throws me a middle finger.

"Love you too." I blow her a kiss as I flip her off with my other hand.

"Let's go. We can come over to my place and chill at the jacuzzi. I got some new VS bikinis I want to try on. I even got two for you I want to see you try on." She gushes and pulls me up.

"You have too much energy." I laugh as i stare at her bouncing heels. She is amazing at walking in any types of shoes. I'm lucky if I don't trip once or twice with my heels. I'm good with either cleats, sneakers, or sandals.

Just as we head out, Mason comes rushing out once more. This time his face is determined and serious.

"Delany. You're going to come with me." He states rather than asks.

"Who says?" I raise my eyebrow at him.

"I do." He says. Fran whispers the same words to my ears too.

"You are at work." I signal to his attire and the restaurant.

"It's fine." He shrugs and loosens his bow.

"I'm going to Fran's house." I turn around and start to leave again.

"No, you're not." Fran gets an odd look in her eyes. "You're going with Mr. Waiter here."

"No, I'm not."

"We aren't arguing this. Think of this as a repayment to that time I let you borrow my clothes after that one accident." She brings up.

"No. I'm not going anywhere with him." 

"I think you should." She cocks her head in a serious manner, like she sees something I don't.

"I'll walk and take the bus if you ditch me."

"Text me how it goes." She says goodbye before rushing off. 

I turn back around and look at Mason. "You have five seconds."

"Five...four..."

He only grins that stupid grin of his and takes my hand at three second. My first reaction is to take it back, but he holds strongly. He pulls me to the back of the restaurant.

"How do you feel about motorcycles?" He says in the dim lit room. We exit to the cold night air from the back door.

"Of course you would have one," I mutter quietly. "I'm wearing heels and a dress."

"What do you want?" I say once more, but the fight has given out of me. 

"You can wear my jacket. I have spare sweatpants you can wear too. It's warm. And you probably have shorts under the dress anyways." He passes an old leather jacket with fur inside. I hesitant before grabbing it and putting on his sweatpants too. He hands me a helmet.

I put it on and start to get on his bike. He watches me in surprise.

"What?" I stare back. "Are you going to get on, or am I going to have to ride it back?" He has me very curious now. And my curiosity beats anything right now. 

"It's nothing. I just thought you'd be fussy and complain about your makeup and hair being messed up." He shakes his head before getting on."

"You don't know me." I whisper in his ear and wrap my arms around his torso. I'm not going to lie but he has some solid muscle action going there.

"Hang on." I can hear the devilish tone crawling into his tone.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"You'll see."