Mgk POV
"I'll take a cheeseburger with bacon, french fries, and some onion rings", I handed the waitress our menu's, and she shook my hand. She walked away with this look in her face, sorta the was Dawn looks at me when we do the butt naked nasty.I opened my hand to see a crumpled piece of paper with what looked like numbers on it. I slid it over to Dawn, and waited for her brow to furrow. Instead she had a grim look on her face and stood up
"Where you going",
"To find that waitress and then the manager", she said while her face turned red. I hoping for a vein to pop out, cause I knew some shit was gonna go down.
The waitress came back, but without Dawn. She still had that look on her face.
"So I was hoping later, we could uh...".
"No thanks, I'm taken". I just stared out of the window and laughed.
"What do you mean your taken? "
"Oh come on. Like you didn't know that shit already". Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dawn charging at the waitress.
"So you really must be fucking stupid, to give him your number", she yelled in her face. The waitress looked as if she was gonna swing at Dawn, so I nudged her arm away from her.
"So swing bitch!". The waiter said. Dawn finally had that look I was waiting for a look that could tell you today wasn't your day.
"Bitch? Oh I got your bitch, but remember this bitch is rich Helloo!". I was holding Dawn back, but she kept fighting. She was strong as hell!
"Dawn she ain't worth it, she works at arbys for christ sakes". I said STILL practically fighting Dawn myself.
"Shut up.....Fake ass eminem". NOW THIS BITCH REALLY WANTS ME TO GIVE IT TO HER
"I'm a fake ass eminem but 10 minutes ago, you was trying to give me head? Fuck outta here". The diner was filled with oooh's, and laughter. The waitress got real quiet then walked away.
"We'll take our shit to go", Dawn said sashaying out of the Diner.
"Yeah", was all I could say following Dawn with this sparkle in my eye.
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Something Is Wrong With Me.........
FanfictionMy name is Dawn Richards. My social life is poor and I shut every one out. I guess you come to a point where you can't trust people or can't be in a room with a man without having the fear he would rape you. That was until I met him. Richard Colson...
