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"No. Definitely not."
As I glance that way, Carter smirks and points his glass at me before taking a sip.
Fuck you too, asshole.
TIME GOES BY LIKEat a snail's pace, and if I wanted to go home before, it pales in comparison to how I feel now. Noah left around nine, with Zayn and Carter heading out shortly after that. Thankfully, there's only an hour left of our shift, but I'm becoming more and more irritated.
Who does he think he is, showing up to my job? Any other place is fair game. He tries talking to me. I tell him to screw himself or something of the same degree. It's all neutral territory. But here, I'm stuck. If I try any of that while I'm working, I risk losing my job. It's an unfair advantage, and I'm not about that.
"What can I get for you?" Amelia asks the older guy who's just taken a seat at the bar.
He looks her up and down, licking his lips. "I can think of plenty."
"I mean to drink."
"I'm thinking more along the lines of something to eat."
Amelia keeps her cool. It's obvious she has to deal with shit like this all the time. It doesn't surprise me. The girl is a knockout. But I get the feeling if Zayn knew this guy was talking to her like this, he would have something to say about it.
"Sorry, sir. The kitchen closed at ten," she tells him. "But I can get you a drink, if you'd like."
He reaches forward and wraps his fingers firmly around her wrist. "How about you and I go somewhere quiet to talk? I can suggest something far more appetizing than anything this place's kitchen can offer."
She tries to pull her hand away but can't. "Sir, you need to let go."
"Aw, come on, baby. Just a little fun." His voice has a disgusting confidence to it—like he gets away with this kind of shit all the time. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
I've had enough. While Amelia and I might not be the best of friends, I'm also not going to stand here and listen to this skeeze try to make moves on a girl nearly a third his age. I slide myself next to her and lean forward on the bar.
"Let me tell you what's going to happen, Jimmy. Can I call you Jimmy?" It's not his name, that much I can see from his reaction, but I don't care. "Listen here, Jimmy. You're going to release my friend here, and you're going to see yourself out of this fine establishment."
"And if I don't?" he growls.
A devilish grin appears on my face. "If you don't, I'm going to show you what it feels like to have a four-inch stiletto heel shoved so far up your ass you need a colostomy bag."
He narrows his eyes, as if sizing up his challenge, but no part of me is backing down. Finally, he lets go of Amelia and she rubs her wrist as she holds it close to her body.
"It's not even worth it," the man grumbles and grabs his wallet off the bar before storming away.
Once he's gone, Amelia smiles softly at me. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," I answer, giving her the same smile in return before going back to work.
One pervert down, another billion and seven to go.
ONE THING ABOUT MAJORINGin psychology is how boring the classes can be. Don't get me wrong, some of them are a lot of fun, but others, I honestly consider puncturing my eardrums so I don't have to listen to it anymore.
I'm walking out of my Statistics class, wanting nothing more than to take a three-hour nap, when I see Amelia waiting for me. As I walk up to her, she stands from where she was sitting on the bench.
"Kennedy told me where I could find you," she tells me. "I hope you don't mind."
I shake my head. "Not at all. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to thank you again, for last night. You really didn't have to do that."
"And watch that guy force himself on you?" I cock a brow at her. "He's lucky I didn't just deck him."
She chuckles. "Guys like him come in all the time. I guess I'm just used to it at this point. The slaps on the ass if we come out from behind the bar. The whistles when we walk by. Hell, I think I've been offered to be paid for sex more times than the hookers in the alley."
