Love that feller teller: A Miles teller fan fiction

Chapter 89

We're at chilis and I'm about to murder the waitress. She has been flirting with all of the guys, especially Miles.

She looks older than us. Probably in college. Her name tag says "Amber". She has ivory blond hair that is in a ponytail. She's tan and has really long eyelashes that look like spiders. She would be prettier without all of the makeup.

When she comes back with our drinks I can tell that she applied a fresh coat of makeup.

"Here you go" she says as she pushes her boobs together with her arms to make them look bigger

Gross.

"What's your name?" She asks Miles

"Miles" he says

"That is such a cute name!"

"Thanks."

"Would you like anything else?" She says as she unbuttons her shirt so you can see her bra

"A new waitress" I say

She laughs "sorry sweety, I'm staying."

She bends down and whispers in my ear "hun, it's obvious that you have a thing for Miles but I think it's better if you find someone your own age. He's not into girls like you. A guy like him needs a girl like me"

What a bitch. And what the fuck is that even supposed to mean?

"He's 17. And you're probably about 22 but you look like a 27 year old because of the gross amounts of paint on your face. But don't worry, Rachel's is just across the street"

Her face gets red with anger

"Would you like anything else?" She asks returning to waitress mode

"Nope" I smile

She storms off and slightly trips with her heels

"What the hell just happened?" Asks Adam laughing

"I think Naomi just told the waitress she looks like a stripper.." says Miles

Max gives me a high five

"Woah you got a tattoo?!" He says taking my hand so he can look at it

"It's henna" I say "it comes off. Im not that bold"

"Yea you are. It's really nice"

"Thanks"

It has flowers trailing from my hand to my wrist. It's not too big.

"Hands to yourself" says Miles in a sing song tone looking out the window

Max hears and let's go of my hand.

"Can I talk to you?" Asks Miles

"Sure" I say

He stands up and takes my hand leading me to the women's bathroom. We go in and he locks the door.

"Why the women's bathroom?" I ask

"I don't know."

There is a little bench in it where we sit down.

"Okay, so I have to know" he says

"Know what?"

"If you don't want to tell me it's fine but you can trust me"

"Okay. What is it?"

"Do you .....maybe possibly have feelings for Max?"

I stop and think about it.

"No" I say

He tries to hide his smile

"Okay. You know you can trust me though"

"I know" I smile

"Do you have feelings for anyone else.....?"

"Maybe" I smile

"Maybe?"

"What about you" I say

"Yea. That waitress Amber has me head over heels" he says jokingly

I punch his arm

"Shut up! Not that slut!" I laugh

"I'm just kidding" He smiles

He takes a strand of hair that's on my face and tucks it behind my ear. He comes closer and gives me a peck on the lips leaving me want more but someone knocks on the door

"BUSY" screams miles irritated that they interrupted our soon to be make out sesh

I place my hand over his mouth and laugh

"It's the women's bathroom" I whisper still laughing

"Fuck"

"IS A GUY IN THERE?! MILES?!"

It's the slut.

"Pretend we're having sex" whispers Miles

I laugh at the idea

I go to the mirror and mess up my hair and splash water on my face. I cup some water in my hand and throw it at Miles' face.

He laughs because I drenched his shirt. We legit look like we're having sex.

Miles starts to moan loudly and begins banging his fist against the wall. I can hardly contain my laughter.

"Ready?" He whispers

"Yea"

We go out the bathroom and see Amber with her ear against the wall.

"You?!" She says looking at me "He was having sex with you!?!"

"yep. it's kind of a daily thing. But Lordy I am going to be soo sore tomorrow" I smirk

Miles zips up his pants and waves goodbye to Amber.

She grunts and flicks us off

"Fuck you Miles!" She screams

He grins and we walk away holding hands to our table. Everyone's jaw dropped.

"How was it?" Asks Courtney so everyone can hear

"What?"

"The sex"

"Why would you think we had sex?

"Your hair" says Hazel

"You're both sweating" says Dylan

"And pretty much everyone in the restaurant heard Miles moaning"

Miles and I both laugh

"We didn't have sex" he explains "we wanted to piss off the waitress so we pretended like we did"

"Good job, you should be like actors or something" says Delaney

"Or porn stars" Says Max

"I like the second one better" says Miles

We finish our meal and don't leave Amber a tip because were just so darn bad.