ELITE ACADEMY: WHY CAN'T BAD BOYS FALL FOR BADASS WOMEN?

Chapter One I looked up from my phone. Someone already walked in. My eyes moved to manager Chu, and he immediately nudged me to go. I rolled my eyes and dropped my phone into my pocket. I walked to the guy who just stepped in and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I mean, can't a girl appreciate beauty when she sees it? "Welcome to Le Miroir Doré," I said, my voice as polite as I could put it. The very good-looking, tall guy was on his phone. Since he stepped in, and even when I spoke, he didn't even look at me. I could stop the eye roll, however, my manager has warned me countless times about it. "Vance" He spoke, somehow his voice was soothing but I ignored it. He already gave me a bad impression by completely ignoring me. Does he know who I am? I checked the tab on my hand and there was a reservation under the name Vance, highest floor. A big deal, that explains his attitude. "Follow me," my tone was clip and I started walking, not caring if he could catch up. I spotted Manager Chu giving me a thumbs up and I gave him a middle finger. Only fair, right? Later, we got to the top floor. I glance to look him, his gaze still fixed solely on his phone. For some reason, it made me pissed. I wasn't suppose to be here, hell, if I was the least you could do was give me attention. He sat on a chair and crossed his leg. From what I noticed, we aren't far age apart. He looked nineteen or something. I turn on my heels about to walk away when he called. "Waiter!." I froze. I hated that word. Did he not see my name tag? How dare he call me that. Fueling up my irritation, I turned back to him and gave him the perfect fake smile. "Are you talking to me?" I pointed at myself, trying to act dumb about the fact that I wasn't the one doing a waiter's job. "Who else, aren't you the only waiter here?" His gaze dropped back to his phone. I scoffed and walked closer to him. "Are you blind? Can't you read my name tag?" I say impolitely, that caught his attention. "Why should I? You are what you are." Oh, nice, real nice. I was about to say a more dangerous comeback but my father's words rang in my ear. 'If Manager Chu informs me about another snap on a customer, your chance of getting everything back is gone.' I froze. I couldn't let that happen. Not again, I gave him the best fake smile and walked away. He called, but I did not bother answering him. After twenty minutes, I was asked to go back to take the order. I couldn't refuse, 'bear this one Olivia It's not much left'. I inhaled deeply before stepping inside. This time, three other boys joined him. I stopped at their table, my eyes scanning each and every one of them. They all look like the wealthy classic jerks. They dropped their orders on me like I was a freaking robot, and I did not complain. 'Be a good girl, Liv.' I was far from that, but what my father took means everything to me, even this is the highest I could do to get them back. I arrived again with their orders. I was about to go when one of the boys called. "This is the only restaurant I have been to that their pretty ladies lack manners." He was British. His accent gave it all up. But I did not notice that ,fairly; I could only notice my blood boiling. "If you are looking for manners here, you could as well get out." I spat, already fed up. They looked so surprised and burst out laughing a while later. Except the first guy; he just stared at me now, a smirk playing on his lips. "I heard exceptional things about this restaurant, that's why I picked here, my offense guys." He finally spoke. I scoffed and was about to leave. "Pass me the champagne bottle," he commanded. The way I rolled my eyes, it could get stuck in my head. I lazily reached for the champagne bottle. I stretched it towards him and what he did next took me in absolute surprise. I yelped. He f*****g slapped my ass, hard. It made a resounding slap in the room. "Least punishment you could get for your disrespect." He laughed. His friends laughed along and I stood there. Shocked to my marrow. Never have I been slapped or humiliated before, not ever by my own father. I lifted the bottle of champagne over his head, emptying all its content all over him. I smiled when I saw his jaws lower. His idiotic friends became quiet. When I was done, my lips curved to a satisfying smile. "I would have broken it on your head but the expensive wine has already gone to waste, not the bottle too." My voice was gentle, calm and not an ounce of fear was found. Like he hasn't been shocked before in his life, he opened his mouth to say something but closed it shortly. The door burst open and Manager Chu rushed in. His face held panic. "Miss Calloway, what have you done?" I turned to him, a frown appeared on my face. "f**k you!" I told him and walked away. "You will f*****g regret this, b***h!" Oops, hell nah, not a chance