The Broken Angel

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Meeting the Angel

Beck's POV

I sighed as I watched the guys beat the traitors up, nice and good. Their little group begged for their lives in front of us, promising to pay us back tomorrow. I cracked my neck and looked away from the filth, bored of them.

Then, the gang sluts came over to me and sat down in my lap. I growled at them and they just looked up at me, scared, but unmoving.

"Move." I growled at them and they quickly scurried away from me and to the guys. I have always hated them. They just wanted to move up the ranks and gain power by using me or my boys. Man, I really want to snap their little necks.

Tony, Patrick, Walter, Chase and Peter walked over to me and smiled.

"Hey, man." Peter said. "Why did you sit out? You love beating people up." I shrugged, not really caring.

"Not feeling it." I said, bored.

"Lately you're never 'feeling it'." Chase said and I glared at him, but said nothing. He was right, but there was no way I was going to say it. I stood up and started to walk away when Chase jumped in front of me.

"Hey, you hungry?" he asked and I shrugged.

"I can eat." I said. They all nodded their heads and we climbed into Tony's truck. Patrick drove us to some diner called "Mama's". I haven't been there before, but Chase and Walter kept telling me how good it was.

I looked through the window, but I didn't see anything good. Maybe I just don't see what they see. Chase pushed the front door open and took a deep breathe, smiling.

"Ah, I love this smell." Chase said, walking to the far end of the diner.

"What smell?" Walter asked, laughing.

"You know what I'm talking about." Chase said, shoving Walter playfully. Tony rolled his eyes, but followed behind them anyways.

"You're crazy." Patrick said, sitting down. I sat down next to Patrick and Kimmy slid onto his lap. Tony sat on the other side of Patrick and Chase, Walter and Peter sat on the opposite side of the table. Lucy took her place in Peter's lap and Peter wrapped his arms around her small waist.

Peter knew that Lucy was sleeping with different guys every night, but she also knew that Peter was sleeping with different girls every night. Somehow, and for some reason not clear to me, they still wanted to be with each other.

I looked around the dingy diner and saw a waitress at another table, looks like she's the only one here that works here. I watched her crouch down to a child and give her something. The parents and her exchanged words and the waitress pointed to a boy sitting at the counter.

I looked over at the boy and observed him. He looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old. He had shaggy blonde hair that was spiked up and what looked to be brown eyes. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and Converse. Freckles littered across the bridge of his nose and across his cheeks. He looked like he would stand about five feet tall.

I look back at my boys and saw they were still roughhousing and Peter had somehow got dragged into in. One thing lead to another and I ended up getting shoved, which made me mad. I reached over the table and shoved Chase back and they all glared at me. They were about to do something when a female voice stopped us.

"Excuse me, but you all need to calm down and take a seat." the voice said. We all looked up at the female that was standing there. She had long black hair with white dyed underneath it and blue eyes. Her skin was pale white, but it suited her. She was definitely curvy and the clothes she wore definitely showed it off. Her clothes matched her hair, mostly black with a white clash.

Apparently Kimmy had said something to her while I was checking her out and the waitress retorted something because I heard Kimmy say, "Well, who is going to make us?"

"Kimmy." Chase groaned, rubbing his forehead. Unlike the rest of us, Chase hated girl fights with a passion. He likes it better to jump into the fighting and skip past the arguing. Plus, most of the female population fight dirty by pulling hair and other shit."Just shut up already, nobody cares and she's right."

The waitress sighs and says, "So, can I take your order or what? This is my last table before I go home and I'd like to get it done and over with." I watched Kimmy and Lucy look at each other, a smirk growing on their face. 

Oh, this is going to get interesting.

"Only if you kiss my feet and apologize on your hands and knees." Kimmy said, pleased with herself, thinking she won. I rolled my eyes at her stupidness and the waitress snorted. The waitress leaned on the table and stared directly at Kimmy. Some of her shirt dropped at the top of it, so I could see down her shirt and at her voluptuous breasts.

"Listen to me, and listen good because you need to learn this lesson." she hissed at her, ready to rip her a new pair. "I'm not your f*****g parents, so I'm not going to kiss your fake ass or baby you like you are a child. I'm not one of your plastic friends that go on and on about how pretty you are and about how your fake tan matches you perfectly, because trust me, you look like a burnt orange. And I am sure as hell not going to listen to some pompous b***h who think she's all that because she doesn't have to work here. I take your order, give your food and leave. Now, either shut the f**k up, so I can do my job or get the hell out of here before I kick your ass."

My boys "oohed" and I smiled at her, sitting up straight now. I like this girl, she's very interesting. The girls on the other hand weren't happy at all. Lucy stood up and threw a bottle of water in the waitress' face.

The boy and another man rushed over to our table, but the waitress just wiped the water off with towel on her waist. When she pulled the towel away, you could see cuts and bruises covering the whole right side of her face and a few of the scattered on the left, almost healed. Her lip was also split open, and I'm not sure how I missed that. Probably because I was staring down her shirt more than anything.

We all stared at her face, shocked she could hide so much behind makeup. The waitress just laughed at our reactions, but it didn't sound like it had any humor in it.

"Trust me, little girl," she said, dropping her voice as she stared at Kimmy. "I get worse orders from a lot bigger and scarier people, and I still fight back. Don't you dare try an order anyone in this staff around like that again, or else I will find you and beat your ass."

She pushed her order pad into the males chest and grabbed the boy's hand. She then walked away and out of view, all of us watching her.

"W-What happened to her face?" Lucy asked quietly. The male sighed, glaring at Lucy.

"That's none of your damn business." he snapped at her, his Southern drawl thick. "I don't care who any of you are, but just give me your damn order and get the hell out of here."

The male looked to be six feet tall, maybe a little more, and a heavily-built dude. He had short dirty-blond to brownish hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a tight white shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots. I saw he had a scar from his right elbow, all the way to the left side of his wrist. There was also a small scar under his left eye.

"But, I wanna know what happened to her." I said, staring up at him, my left arm resting on the back of the chair as my body faced him. The male glared down at me.

"Order." he hissed.

"Fine, I order you to tell me what happened to her face." I said again. I smirked at him as I watched his jaw clench. He narrowed his eyes at me and we stared at each other for a solid minute before he pointed to the door.

"Leave. Now." he said. I sat there for a moment, thinking if I should force him to tell me anyways, or just to leave and get her to tell me herself. After a few more seconds, I stood up and pushed my hands into my jean pockets.

"Beck?" Chase asked, clearly confused. Normally I don't follow other people's orders, but today felt like a good day and I didn't want to ruin it. Not yet.

"Alright, we'll leave. But I promise I will be back." I said. I walked around him and out the front door, my gang following close behind us. I was about to open the car door when someone caught my shoulder and turned me around.

"Hey, what was that?" Walter asked.

"Yeah, you never listen to other people like that." Chase added. I smiled as I looked up at the neon sign that read "Mama's" and ingrained it into my brain. I was too happy to care about such a stupid and insignificant male like him.

"Boys, I think I found my new toy." I said. I pulled my shoulder away from Walter and walked off into the night, looking for my new toy.