Chapter 3- Best Friend

Jade Smith's Point of View:

After a long day at work, it was finally time for me to go home. For the entire day, I had been thinking about the mysterious man that had entered the restaurant. He stayed for at least an hour doing only God knows what. I'm embarrassed to even admit that I was watching him the entire time. It's like I couldn't pull my eyes away.

That's how enthralled I was by his aura. He was also so very attractive to me which was a first. I don't have anything against white men but I've never been so attracted to one before in my life. I've always dated persons of my race but I found myself wanting to get to know him and his body as well. My face grew red at the thought but thankfully the darkness of my skin hid my blush.

I didn't try to take his order again but I would often look over at him to find him staring right back at me and like the innocent girl that I am, I would resort to blushing and avoid going anywhere near him because of the embarrassment that I felt from being caught. He was a fine specimen of a man but I was supposed to be working not ogling the customers.

I suddenly wished I had met him outside of work but with the way he looked I probably didn't stand a chance with him. I wasn't even sure if he liked women of color or if he hated black people which is why he kept staring. But his eyes would be filled with hatred and not curiosity right?

Stop it, Jade! You can't be thinking like this. Luckily my shift was over and I could finally leave and not stare at him anymore. Trying to take my mind off of him I quickly made my way to the back room to grab my bag. After putting in the combination code I grabbed my bag and took off my apron stuffing it inside, closing the door behind me. As I was about to take a step my phone started to ring startling me. I rummaged through my bag in search of the phone. I really do need to organize my bag. It was a mess inside there.

Then again I could have sworn I switched that thing off.

"Hello," I answered the person on the other end of the phone.

"Hey J," Christy answered...well more like squealing into the phone.

Oh no...something's up, the only time she calls me at work and squeals like that on the phone is when she wants something. I don't know why I didn't check my caller ID. I was hoping she would have forgotten all about my invitation to the club but as usual, luck wasn't on my side. If only leprechauns existed I could beg for some of their luck.

"What do you want now?" I asked wanting her to get it over and done with. Hopefully, if I don't mention it she won't either.

"Why do you assume that I want something?" she faked a cry into the phone. Sometimes I wonder if she takes me for a fool. She always wants something. I don't mean to make it seem as if she takes advantage of me because she doesn't, she's just very extroverted while I'm not.

"You always want something when you call me at work," I replied making my way to my car, bidding the other waiters and waitresses goodbye along the way "spit it out already"

"I need to go shopping and I want you to come with me," she paused as if waiting for my reaction.

I guess I couldn't be surprised that that's what she asked, I should've known she'd need an outfit for tonight and I do too for that matter.

I pulled out my car keys, pressing the unlock button. After throwing my bag in the passenger seat I looked around the back to make sure that no one was in my car before I settled in my seat and locked the door. Finally, I was in my personal space and I could relax. That man really had me on edge. I then focused my attention back on Christy.

"You want me to leave my job... to follow you to go shopping of all things... when I could be cuddled up at home in my bed watching N*****x?!"

By the end of my rant, I could tell that she was nervous and at a loss as to how to deal with me right now. It was funny to hear her fumbling for words.

"Yes," she whispered nervously waiting on my reaction.

"Great I'll be there soon," I shrieked hanging up the phone.

I bet you all are wondering just what the hell happened a while ago. It's nothing really I just find it incredibly funny to mess with Christy, especially making her nervous. One time I got her to start crying just because she asked to use my phone and that was when I first moved here and like the crazy child that I am I just stood there laughing my ass off. I'm sure when she signed on as my best friend this crazy attitude wasn't what she expected. But it doesn't matter anyway cause she's stuck with me now. Best friends forever, chick's before dicks, hoes before bros, all that jazz.

Grinning like an idiot I drove home to talk to or more like laugh at Christy. It's become my all-time favorite pass time. It also drives her nuts which is a plus in my book. She forces me out of my comfort zone and makes me try new things and I help her to be tough and have the right mentality to face the world. We balance each other out which is a great thing.

Sometimes I find myself wondering how my life would've been if I never liked her pic and if we never spoke to each other. I guess I'll never find out.