Poison Ivy |Bryson Tiller Story|

Chapter 2

3 months later***

"Ivy" my co-worker tapped my shoulder. "Huh" I jumped off my stool ready to work. "Girl you gotta get up . You know boss ain't gone let you sleep around like this" she said fixing my hair out my face." I know I know . I'm just tired . You know trying to keep food on the table" I said looking up catching my breath."okay girl" she said fixing my apron giving me a quick smile. "Thanks Gabby" I said walking gathering my posture.

"Big order coming in" my boss called in walking through the door looking at 3 tickets.

"We got a Triple Cheese Burger with Seasoned fries , second order is a" he squinted at the tickets.

Someone in the back semi-yelled "can't read your own writing ain't it" everybody snickered and he shot his head up at us. Everyone quickly drop their smiles.

He cleared his throat "second order is 6 pieces of fish , three hot wings , small regular fries and a fruit punch.

"Third is a hotwing platter with a large fruit punch" he said looking up at us.

"Dang" I lowly let out grabbing the hotwings.

"Ivy" he pointed at me. "You deliver the food to table 16"

"What-" I barely got out.

"Do it! No questions you want a job don't you" he yelled at me.

I knew that I needed a job. So I decided to not say nothing and just look down at what I was doing frustrated.

I slammed the hotwings in the flour and shook the bag. Gabby walked over to me "it'll be okay. Me and you both are going to find some decent jobs and get the fuck out of here." She said patting my back. I smiled "thanks girl".

"Hey" she stopped and turned around. "Maybe we should hang out sometimes." She said grabbing a piece of paper writing her number down on it.

I smiled and put in my pants pocket. "Sure".

I placed about 20 hotwings in some grease and made started making some sauce.

"Fries done" someone shouted.

Damn , they must have the grease on 450.

I poured hot sauce and honey into a pot and cut the heat on high. "Throw me a bottle of water" I yelled down to the back.

They threw me the bottle and I caught it just in time to stop the sauce from catching on fire. I poured half the bottle in the sauce so it wouldn't be too hot.

I cut the heat down and let the sauce simmer. While I walked over and checked on the wings. Five more minutes.

I walked over to the drink station. I made a medium and large fruit punch. I put them on the cart and pushed them over to the fish station.

I went over and got my hotwings out and dipped them in the hot sauce.

"IVY" my boss came in through the door.

"Speed it up" he yelled at me again.

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I was so fed up with my boss. He just started to pick on me when I had my friend. It wasn't a good time to fuck with me. I rolled my eyes and pushed the cart out to table 16.

"Hey" I smiled at everyone at the table.

"Welcome to Christan's Diner" I said with a bright smile.