Falling For The Opposite [PUBLISHED]

Chapter Thirteen: Mayonnaise Cake

“I still have to work; a co-worker asked me to fill in for his shift,” he told me with a frown.

“Then let’s head to One-Eighty Degrees Coffee,” I smiled, practically skipping to the door as Drew followed right behind me.

We rode separately to the mentioned café; I drove my car while Drew took his motorcycle. I could still watch him from my rearview mirror to reassure me that he was still there.

Note to self, never have a fight with Drew.

As if… I’m giving us twenty-four hours on a maximum before we start another argument.

I parked into one of the available spaces in the café’s parking lot and I exited my car just when Drew was taking off his helmet and hopping off of his bike.

He excused himself for he had to go inside through the Employee’s Door while I had to enter from the main entrance. With a promise that he’d be my waiter, I got inside the homey café.

In an instant, the chubby manager was escorting me to an available booth, “What would you like, Miss Graham?”

Instead of answering him, I lifted a hand and waved him off. He seems offended but by my passive face, he seems to take a hint and scurried away.

“What did you do to my boss and why do you have him sulking in the kitchen?” The oh so familiar voice chuckled.

Drew approached my table holding a glass of water and set it down in front of me.

“He was starting to get on my nerves,” I replied nonchalantly.

He shook his head as an amused expression was plastered on his face, and held up his notepad and pen and looked at me expectantly, “May I get your order?”

“Surprise me,” I shrugged and he nodded, spinning on his heel and heading to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I was starting regret my decision in putting my trust in Drew. Sitting right in front of me was a disgusting looking cake… or I think it’s a cake.

Its icing was green, and not the lime green or mint that some pastries have – it was a mossy green that made me want to puke.

“What the hell is this?!” I screeched and Drew grinned.

“The café is thinking of expanding its menu and they asked their employees to give the samples of their suggested pastries,” he explained, “And this is mine.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I gaped at him, then back to the cake. “So I’m going to be your guinea pig?”

“I didn’t say that but if you put it that way…”

“Shut up!” I hissed before gently picking up my fork and poking it at the side. It tilted a little but it remained standing. I twisted the plate around to examine all sides of the cake with a look of uncertainty.

“Relax, I wouldn’t give you poison to eat.”

I sliced a tiny part with my fork and held it up to my eye level, “You owe me big time,” I gritted out before shoving the fork into my mouth and sliding it out, leaving the cake inside.

As soon as I swallowed it, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom. I threw up all of the contents of my stomach as I heard a figure come inside. I didn’t have the chance to close the cubicle door earlier so the person could clearly see what was happening to me.

“I think I put too much mayonnaise,” Drew concluded while I flushed the contents of the toilet.

“You put in mayonnaise in the cake?!” I exclaimed and he nodded as an answer. He offered a hand and I gladly took then he hoisted me up back on my feet.

“Now we’re even,” he smirked, and I had an urge to slap him. Seriously, that’s the way he gets even with me?

“Everett!” I heard a voice – I presume was the manager’s – bellow from outside the restrooms.

Drew sighed, “I guess I’m in for a lengthy lecture.”

He strode out of the bathroom and I splashed some cold water on my face before following him. When I went outside, Drew was nowhere in sight along with the manager, even though you could hear their voices a mile away.

I pushed open the kitchen door and went in; I no longer cared that I wasn’t allowed in here. There, the cooks were all pushed to the corner as the manager yelled angrily at poor Drew.

“You gave Celeste Graham your blasted cake?!” he screamed, “It sent her right to the toilets. You could have ruined us!”

Instead of feeling intimidated, Drew had this annoyed expression on his face as he continued to lazily listen to his boss.

“Sorry?” he sarcastically offered.

“Sorry?” the manager repeated with an expression of disbelief, “You’re fired!”

“He’s fired?” I asked, speaking up for the first time since I entered the room. All eyes turned to me, and the look on the manager’s face morphed into a one of horror.

“Could you please repeat that?” I requested, daring him to do it. My glare was enough to bore holes in the side of his head and I could see his hands shaking as he tightly gripped the edge of the clipboard he was holding.

I shared a mocking look with Drew as he shook in silent laughter at his boss’ reaction. Trust me, I was trying not to laugh myself.

“I-I…I,” he stammered out and I raised a brow. What happened next made me released all self-control and burst into laughter. The front of his pants started to get damp, and we all concluded that he actually peed his pants.

“E-excuse me,” he said in extreme embarrassment as he used his hands to cover his front before running out through the kitchen doors.

“Oh my God,” I wheezed out, tears forming in my eyes from extreme laughter.

“That was hilarious,” Drew laughed, high-fiving me.

“Well, looks like you still have a job,” I giggled, looking back at the doors where the manager ran out.

“Yup,” Drew nodded in confirmation, “You should visit more often then.”

My smile grew wider in response. Why in the hell did I ever fight with this guy?

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand which caused sparks to crawl up through my whole body, “Let’s go home.”

“But you still have work,” I’m actually praising myself by the fact that I kept my voice steady.

“I’ll ditch,” he shrugged as he started pulling me to the Employees Only door. I didn’t protest any longer, mainly because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to form an intelligent sentence with my mouth.

He grabbed his bag and took off his button up shirt. I instantly turned around as I tried – and failed – to calm down my blush.

“Ready,” I heard as I felt him zoom past me and out of the door, and I obediently followed.

I headed to my car as he went to the direction of his bike. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nodded and waved him a goodbye before sliding inside my car and starting the ignition. I saw Drew drive out of the parking lot, and banged my head against the steering wheel; I concluded one thing though…

Drew Everett will be the death of me.

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Please don't kill me for the horribly long wait. Let me just rant for one second, alright? 

I barely had any sleep all week, like I said, my class are in the cream section so I'm actually bombarded with school work! This week has been nothing but stressful, I sleep at twelve midnight doing school work and I wake up at five in the morning to get ready for school!

Okay, I've cooled down.

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