Varsity Bad Boy Series

Book One Varsity Bad Boy: Chapter 6

Olivia

I’m back from my classes, but I need to get ready for work. Although my scholarship pays for my classes and books, I still need a job to cover rent and food.

I work at a themed restaurant called Po Folks. It has a country, hillbilly vibe, so I have to wear jeans and a midriff, checked puffy sleeve top. My hair needs to be pulled up to fit the theme.

The job sucks, but the pay is good, and it’s close to campus. One downside is that a lot of students come here after games or drinking. Mostly, it’s because of the bathrooms. They’re called the Shidders, and the novelty is that when asked where the bathroom is, we’re supposed to say, “The shidders are that way.” The college kids love that they get to use the shidders.

I borrowed Anthony’s car to get to work. He doesn’t mind loaning it to me; he acts like a big brother when he knows I’m working nights at the restaurant. He’d rather I be safe in his car than walking home late.

I get to work, and Andrea, the manager on duty tonight, tells me they had a huge rush this evening. The hockey team at the university had a game today, and this must be the post-game crowd I’m guessing. The only blessing in being this busy is that I’ll get some nice tips.

I’m working with four tables in my section. I just finished gathering the bill and tip left by the previous customer when a bulky body sits down at the table.

“I’m sorry; we haven’t cleaned the table yet. Let me get that done for y’all,” I say. We’re supposed to engage with as many customers as possible.

When I look up at the person sitting at the table, I see Liam and a few of the football players.

“No sweat there, Olivia. Take your time,” he says, winking at me. I roll my eyes at him and turn to get the busboy to clean the table.

After the busboy is done, I give the guys their menus and say, “I’ll be back real soon to get y’all’s drink orders, okay, honey?”

Right now, I’m really hating the scripts I have to use for my job.

“We make it easy; we all want water right now, Olivia,” Liam says, smirking.

“Sure thing, four waters. I’ll be back with them. You need anything else, I’m just a hop, skip, and jump away,” I tell them.

God, I hate these scripts. Why did they have to sit in my section?

I stop to help out one of the other tables in my section before going to get water for the football players. I come back and give the guys their waters.

“Y’all figure out what you want?” I ask them.

“Yep. Where is the bathroom?” one of the football players asks. Here we go—the stupid script I have to say.

“You mean the shidders? Well, the shidders are that way. Beware, the shidders might be occupied, and you may need to wait your turn,” I say.

The table bursts out laughing. To them, it’s funny, but saying this like a hundred times a night gets old very fast.

“Okay, guys. Olivia, I think we’re ready to order now,” Liam smiles at me.

Is he going to say my name after everything he says?

“Sure thing, honey. What can I get for y’all?”

“Okay, Olivia, I’d like to get…” Liam says.

My God, he’s going to say my name after every sentence. I think before I hear him say,

“Country fried steak with mashed potatoes and maybe a side of your phone number?”

I just look at him and say as coolly as I can, “Sorry, honey, we seem to be fresh out of my phone number tonight.”

The guys laugh at Liam’s failed attempt to get my number. They give me their orders, and I put them in for the kitchen.

“You got a good table,” Mindy, one of the other waitresses, says.

“I do?” I ask her.

“Yeah, you have some football players, and one of them is Liam Andrews,” she replies.

“Trust me, it isn’t a big deal. He’s just a jackass in real life. I know; they live right next to me,” I tell her.

“You live next to the football gods?” Mindy says, disbelief evident in her voice.

“Football gods? They are not football gods. They may be good-looking, but trust me, they are very shallow,” I explain.

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Liam

Since we have the week off from football, Mikey suggested we go out to dinner. It was late, and the only place worth going to is this hick restaurant called Po Folks. The gimmick they have is what they call the bathrooms.

It’s the only way you can say s**t without getting in trouble, basically, because they use a "d" instead of a "t" and call them Shidders. The food is decent and cheap, and the bonus is that the waitresses wear these cute hillbilly girl uniforms.

We walked in, and I was surprised to see Olivia working here. This was just pure luck.

So I motioned for the guys to sit at the table she was just taking change from. That way, we would definitely be in her area.

She actually sounded cute with her country accent. I knew I was pressing my luck by asking for her phone number, but it was worth a shot.

When she came back with our food, I decided to ask her when she gets off.

“If there’s anything else you need, just holla,” she says.

“Actually, Olivia, what time does your shift end?” I ask her.

“Why do you want to know?” she replies.

“Olivia, it’s late, and you live next door. If you need a ride, that’s all,” I tell her.

“It’s okay; I have Anthony’s car. He lets me use it when I have a late shift, but thank you,” she says and goes back to give a check to another table.

“Hey, L, are you interested in Olivia or something?” Eric, our wide receiver, asks me.

“Me? You know me; nope, she challenged me, and I’m just trying to complete this challenge,” I tell him.

“She told him she would sleep with him if he really got to know her,” Mikey adds.

“For real? Man, that sounds like a dangerous challenge to me,” Eric says.

“Why do you say that?” I ask Eric.

“Once you get to know her, you might end up falling for her,” Eric replies.

“That won’t happen. I don’t fall for girls. I’ve got to stay focused. If you fall for a girl or get into a relationship, you lose your focus,” I tell them.