Here's chapter two! It's a little different, I liked how it was turning out... but then the ending was a little tricky to plan out. I'm hoping to get Chapter 3 released sometime soon, but I'm trying to focus also on my other fanfiction, so please bare with me :) hope you guys like it!
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Duncan’s POV
I stop in front of an apartment. I look down at my phone and at the most recent text from Bridgette. “Floor 9,” I read.
I gulp and walk towards the apartment door. I see a group of multiple buttons, and press the one marked “9.” I wait to hear her voice, oddly enough... I haven’t stopped thinking about her since we met this afternoon.
I’m not going to lie, I actually kinda want to make an impression on this girl... luckily, I have Bridgette’s help. With everything that’s been going on with Gwen, I need a distraction.
Apparently Gwen’s been under the radar from everyone, she’s been gone for a few weeks now, but hell, she’s none of my concern anymore.
“Who is it?” The voice says from the speaker.
I smile when I hear it. “It’s me princess,” I speak. “Care to open up?”
The red-headed hottie walks down the stairs from inside, she opens up the door of the building. Her hair is down, and she’s wearing a short, almost slutty, black dress with heeled-sandals.
I look at her, almost baffled with how amazing she looks. “Wow... you clean up good!” I exclaim.
She shoves her bolsa towards my chest and hisses, “Let’s just get this over with.”
I smirk, “Fine... follow me.”
“Where are you taking me?” She asks; her eyebrows rose.
I chuckle, “You’ll see.” Then I turn back to her, “Do you not trust me?”
She laughs, “Of course I don’t. You are Duncan, after all.”
I face her, “You’re just going to have to wait.” I grab her hand and pull her to my vehicle. She rolls her eyes at me.
I begin driving with her in the passenger seat.
“So, you live in an apartment... you teach swimming lessons... anything else I need to know about you?” I question.
Steph chuckles, “My life is of no concern to you.”
I chuckle in response, “You also are a bitch.”
“Rude much?”
“Just stating what’s true...” I protest.
She glares at me again.
“I hope you like Italian,” I add.
“Italian?”
I nod.
Steph smiles, “I amor Italian food.”
“That’s one thing we have in common then, I amor Italian too.”
We pull up to a restaurant. Steph opens the door the vehicle and walks out.
“Oh my god...!” She exclaims. She looks at the building of the fancy, expensive, Italian place. “Duncan...”She turns towards me. “You do realize that this is our first date.”
I smile. I knew this would impress her. I glance towards her, “So now this is a date?”
Steph turns from me almost instantly, “It’s a night out... together, as FRIENDS. Besides, expensive restaurants are cliché and tacky.”
“You know... we could make this mais fun than just sitting there and talking...” I propose.
She raises an eyebrow and edges her face closer to mine, “How do you figure?”
“We could simply... “borrow” some food.”
Her eyebrow rises higher, “You want me... to steal some expensive Italian food?”
I nod. “Unless you’re too scared you’ll get caught,”
“Our relationship may be like you and Courtney, but I’m not a wimp like she is.” Steph responded. “I’ve been stealing things since I was seven. I’m in!”
I grin, “That’s the spirit!” I grab her hand and pull her around the building, to the back door. “The easiest way to get into the cozinha is through this door...”
“Then what’s the problem?” She asks.
“The fact that we can’t get in without being an employee,” I answer. “We need an apron, or a chef hat, or a uniform...”
Steph laughs at me, “Easy enough. Sit back, relax, and let me take care of things.”
I raise an eyebrow, she looks at me. “Do you happen to have a scarf in your car?”
I run to my car and open the door; I pull out a blue and white striped scarf. I run back to her and toss it.
She wraps it around her neck and I notice something... her dress is all dirty. When did that happen?
“Your dress...?” I begin to question.
“I need it to look like shit for this,” She answers. “Go! Hide!” She calls to me.
I wander out of sight and hide behind a truck in the staff parking lot. I make sure to give myself enough room to watch whatever Stephanie has planned. Who knows what she’s planning? But whatever it is... it seems interesting.
She sits down on the ground in front of the door; she dramatically knocks... the door opens to reveal a worker from the restaurant. “May I help you?” He asks. He wears an apron, a hairnet and is holding a spatula.
She looks at him, batting her eyelashes. “Oh PLEASE sir!” She begs. “You must help me... I haven’t eaten in days... I have no money for comida or clothes or anything of the sort. I’m starving. You don’t know what it’s like! Not eating for days... and days on end... it’s tragic, really. I lost my home, I lost my family, I lost my friends, I lost everything... I may lose myself! I’m on the verge of death...”
I raise an eyebrow and give a look; she’s really good at this, like, REALLY good!
She grasps the man’s uniform, “If you... could even bring me even a bit of food, I don’t even care if it’s from the garbage.” She pulls the man’s lips towards hers, “I’d make it worth your while...”
“Um... I’ll be right back...” The man says.
I wander up to Stephanie. “Holy shit! Where did you learn to act like that?”
Steph turns her head towards me, “I took a few drama classes in my high school years.” She gestures to behind the building, “Do you know if you have a faca in your car?”
I hold up a hand, “Wait... you want us to steal comida from these guys, AND threaten them?!”
Steph walks towards me and puts a finger on my chin, “Duncan...” She says, her voice in a seductive... deadly whisper, she pulls my face closer to hers. “I thought someone like you would enjoy a little fun in this crime...”
I glance into her eyes, almost as if I’m staring into the eyes of a snake. I don’t know what she’s thinking... earlier, it seemed as if she wanted nothing to do with me... but now, she’s atuação all seductive and sexy... I don’t understand what’s going on with her.
She drops my head, “But... I suppose I was wrong.”
I stare at her again, she really is something... I might actually have a shot with her. I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocket knife.
“Perfect,” She grins as she snatches the blade from my possession.
The door opens and Stephanie stands there, the man from earlier holds a cookie in his hand and holds it out to her, I hide behind the truck again.
“That’s it...?” Steph perguntas the man, “That’s all you can give a girl like me?” She hides the faca behind her back.
He nods, “I apologize...” His eyes then get hopeful, “Will I still get it “worth my while?”
Steph chuckles, “I just need you to do, one more... simple thing...” She whispers seductively.
Damn, I don’t blame that man for finding Steph hot... she’s incredible...
The man nods weakly, “Anything...”
Steph smirks devilishly, “I’m gonna need you to remove your avental for me...” She pulls out her faca from behind her back, “Or I kill you...”
The man’s eyes widen, “You wouldn’t, and you couldn’t!”
I walk out into view from behind the truck, “Wanna bet?” I smirk at Steph. “Nice job Steph,”
She grins, “Take your avental off, or you can guarantee certain death...”
The man nervously gives us the apron... “I’ll call the cops,”
Steph laughs a low, hollow laugh. She mutters to the man, “If the cops EVER find out about this... you’ll be the first person I’ll find,” She breaths in the man’s ear, causing him to go stiff and stay silent.
Steph tosses the avental towards me, “You put it on... I’ll go with the simple stealth approach.”
I nod and put on the apron, we open the door to the cozinha and I walk inside, Stephanie following behind me por crawling.
The cozinha is filled with voices; chefs are working at preparing different things, while waiters enter in and out to bring the comida to the customers. I glance down at Steph, who is silently giggling.
A man points to me and Steph nervously hides behind my legs. “You!” He calls. “Two lasagnas, mesa, tabela 4.”
He walks away and continues preparing. I look down at Steph, “You up for lasagna?” I whisper.
She nods her head, “Wait till its done being prepared, and then pass it to me.”
I nod back. I wait until the lasagna is done being served onto the plates; I pass both plates to Steph.
“Now... RUN!” I say.
She slides out from under the table, causing a few of the chefs to notice us. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” She hollers to me.
We run outside, clutching the lasagna-plates. I take off the avental and toss it back at the terrified man, who luckily, was still outside. We hear screams and shouts.
“THIEVES! THIEVES!” One chef calls at the topo, início of his lungs.
Steph laughs and laughs and clutches my hand as we pull each other. We run around the building and into my vehicle, we hop inside and I drive away as fast as I could.
Stephanie looks at me with a huge grin; she is laughing almost hysterically, “That was too fun! WAY too fun!”
That... is the moment I realize... I wouldn’t mind a segundo encontro, data with this girl.