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Your Not Welcomed

C31

(Taylor's POV)

I hop out of Christians truck and walk into the entrance of Starbucks. I didn't miss this place at all.

As I was walk in, the smell of coffee beans fills my nostrils. I inhale very deeply and let the aroma set in. I walk back to my station. "Thank you Lisa," she got up from the seat , looked me up and down and just left.

Let it go Taylor.

I tie the apron behind my back when Christiana says something in my ear. "Don't worry about it Tay, she's just been in her feelings all day." She winks her eye at me the walks away to make the drinks.

I look down to my sure the apron looked fine when I felt a presence on the other side of the counter. I didn't bother to look up. "Ahem. Aren't you going to take my order!?"



Morgan.



I lower my head and push my hat down further on my face. "Yes mam, I'll be right with you." I said with my voice higher than usual. I walk away ... Well speed walk to where Christiana was. I tapped her shoulder rapidly. "What's up babe?"

She said to me not looking up at the coffee she was making.

"I need you to go over there and try to get anything recored of her saying anything about her boyfriend. I follow her as she walks to give the coustumer her drink.

"Here you go sweetheart, have a good day." She hands the girl her drink and goes back to making another drink. "Who's this girl?"

I turn over to where Morgan was trying my best to hide my face and I point to her.

"That bitch? She's like a walking stick! I bet I could break her in two if you Let me." She laughed. "I bet you could, but can you just do it please?" I say holding my hands together, begging.

"Why? Who is she too you?"

"I'll tell you after, just do me this solid!" I push her over to Morgan and take my phone out my pocket. I press record, walk past Christiana and drop it in her apron without Morgan or her friend looking.

(Christiana's POV)

Why was this girl so important to Taylor? I mean damn, why can't she do this herself?

"Hello, what would you like today?" I tell the blonde standing actions from me. "Finally I get some service! I've been waiting for like hours!"

Yup. Now I know why.

"I'm sorry miss, business is just a little hectic today. But what would you like miss?" I watch as she looks up at the menu. She claims she was waiting for hours but haven't looked at the freaking menu already? Stuck up bitches these days ....

"I'll take a caramel frappe-chino. Extra caramel on the top and bottom a lot of Frappe and no whipcream and Casey would take a ....." Her attention Went to the blue head next to her. I'm guessing that was Casey.

"I'll take a bold coffee please." I type their orders into the computer. "That will be $8.35 please." The blonde just stared at me like she was waiting for something. "Yes?" I say a little rudely then I planned to in my mind.

"The caramel frappe is suppose to only be $3.00! And the bold coffee us suppose to only be $2.50 which should have came out at $5.50 not $8.35!!"

Wow ..... This little cunt actually new some math! Good for her stuck up ass!

"We'll, Ms.... Your orders extra caramel on top and bottom! And a lot of frappe! So... Your total came out as $8.35."
I yelled at her. "Oh and tax honey."

I held my hand out as she gave me this evil eye type shit.

So I decided to give her a "wtf" look too. That shit made her stop.

i walked back to where Taylor was standing and she pulled my arm. "I didn't ask you too be rude!" "She gave me attitude so I gave that bitch one back." She just sighed. "Now I need you to go over to where she's sitting and six close to her and try to listen to get conversation." The fuck?

"I have too work!" "I'll take your shift, just go do it!" She pushed me toward them and I took the free seat just by the table next to them.


I never knew conversations could be so damn boringggggggg! They can make a dead person want to die .......


AGAIN!



all they're doing is talking about all the different brands. Gucci, Coach, Tommy Hilfiger... All these fucking brands I never even heard of!


I pull out my my cell and start playing a game. Until I heard the blonde bitch say something. I move a little closer and pull the phone out to make it seem like I was doing something but it was actually recording.

"Yeah. Harry's alright. Louis and them are cool too but I'm just with him for his money. When I'm with him I could but anything I want! So when they say, money doesn't buy you love, It sure as he'll buys me some love."

Yes

i jump up and down Inside because I think that's what Taylor wanted me to get on record. I stop the recording and run to Taylor. "Got it?"

"Yes bitch! I have it, but you didn't tell me you had Harry styles as your fucking baby daddy!"

Notes

Lol ... I've been doing a lot today so there's gonna be better chapter And longer one tomorrow anyways ...


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Ok so I got home at 7:30ish, and I started reading your story haven't stopped since then and now I'm starting the sequel! this story is amazing, your doing a really good job!!!!

Just curious how old you are, you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

WHAT DA FUQ! REALLY HARRY! WHY THE FUCK WOULD U DO THAT, TAY TAY HAS ALREADY BEEN HEART BROKEN,THREE TIMES, AND UR MAKING IT A FOURTH!

TBH, Doesn't everytime Emma flinches at his name, doesn't that hint that he did something to her. I hope Harry beats the rapist look out of his ass. Or one direction could just jump his ass, how bout that!

I hate Rashon

@Dream Big Love Bigger
and you r totally right he shouldn't exist as a charecter anymore

Harry's curls Harry's curls
5/18/14

rashon is a grade fuckin A pain in my giant fuckin ass!!!!