Brielle

eleven

The pregnant woman smiles at me, before also giving the mum a thumbs up.

The almost jet-black-haired mum stands up, pulling the dad with her and the daughter who's been as red as a tomato since the start of her brother screaming.

"I'm going to have to ask you to pay," I protest, putting a hand out to stop her.

"Shut the fuck up, and let us leave," She pulls the crying son with her as they both stomp out the diner.

I turn to the dad, "Card or cash?"

~~~

"I'm so fucking happy you did that," It's been half an hour since the crying little shit left. As much as I love the idea of having a baby, if mine ever acts like that I will personally end myself.

Just need to find the right baby daddy.

The bell to the diner pings and I roll my eyes looking to Cass the manager who points his eyes in the doors direction.

"Ha!" Amelia hits my shoulder.

"Obviously someone had to walk through in my last five minutes," I grunt pushing myself off the bar.

I spin on my heels, turning towards the group sitting inside a booth.

It's a group of boys, fuck me.

There's about five of them, all with similar coloured hairs. All extremely tall, each of them at least 6ft tall. With a mixture of blonde and brown hair they sit in a booth, there faces blocked by a handful of plants.

Pulling the notebook out of the back pocket of my jeans, I pull the pen out the pocket just above my tit as someone from the table let's out a breath.

I flick my eyes up, there's about six boys and I internally groan as my eyes meet a pair of brown ones.

Grayson's hair is damp and sticking to his forehead lightly in small curls as he leans back against the chair behind him. Dressed in a black nike t-shirt and matching joggers, a small chain falling from the top.

One way I knew it was him, was the dark eyes staring at me, covered by long eyelashes that create small shadows on his cheekbones. Along with the several freckles that dance across his nose and cheeks.

"Your shitting me," I mutter throwing my head back, what is Grayson doing here?

"Huh?" A very dark haired boy speaks up, he's sat next to Grayson as he rolls his eyes at me.

"Nothing," I quickly say. "What can I get for you?"

A blonde sat closest to me says, "Well, we just came back from a hard ass training session- for ice hockey by the way-" He winks. "We need the biggest shit here."

"So a small burger with fries?" I joke as Ben grins at me before covering it quickly.

"And who might you be?" The boy sat next to Grayson asks.

Graybear's tongue pushes into the corner of his cheek and I smile.

"Brielle," I answer sending the dark haired boy a grin. "You?"