The Secret The Cheerleader Doesn't... - Chapter 30: Chapter 30

Jennifer's Pov
I didn't trust that chick.
I mean, who the fuck calls a random number?  Knowing I wouldn't need it, I tossed the number out and continued with life.  I went to my internship from seven to five and then the diner from nine to three.    Most days I was exhausted.  Sometimes I wouldn't drive home.  I would bring my clothes for each job and just sleep in my car as I waited for my next shift.
Eternal neck cramp because of it.
Another normal night at the diner, the same jackass group came in.  The chick in the front.  The moment she saw me, she smiled... telling me she wanted me as her waitress.  I hoped she wouldn't sit in my area, but the bitch did... pissing me off.
"Good morning, welcome back to Mr. Chris's Diner," I handed them their menus.
"No call?" She asked.
Obviously not a fan of small talk.
"Why would I call a random number?" I asked, "That's how bitches get kidnapped."
"You think Nacho is gonna snatch your ass?" She laughed, "Boy can't even press his own weight."
"How would I know that?"
"You would have if you fucking called," she was showing other colors now.  Aggressive... annoying.  "It doesn't matter anyway.  Nacho will be here soon."
I just shook my head, "Doesn't bother me."
"You gotta be a bitch?" One of the drunk boys asked, "You'd be cuter with your mouth shut."
"And why would I take advise from a drunk with vomit on his shirt?" I asked, tossing a napkin at his face, "When you're ready to order, call me over."  I left their noisy asses and busted some other tables.  As I was returning from the kitchen, I saw a young man come over to their table.  He was different from them.  A brown, white, and orange notch collar with black ripped jeans.  He had an undercut and was a smiling fool.  I didn't want the chiquita to notice me, so I rushed off to my other tables.
From what I heard, he didn't speak like them.  He spoke in full sentences and pronounced his words.  It was odd seeing him with them.  I mean, why would a boy like him mix himself up with them?
Probably a secret druggie.
When I got over to their table, I pulled out my notebook, "What would you like?"
"Nacho," the girlie gestured to the clean-cut guy, "this is the girl I was telling you about."
He cleared his throat, "Ignacio Costa."  I nodded, not wanting to have a conversation.  He must have noticed, because he immediately focused on his sister, "Emilia, mama wants you to come home tomorrow night."
"Fuck that bitch," she picked at her nails, "what's your name?"
I sighed, "Jennifer, now what do you guys want?"
"Nacho," she shoved him, "be a man!"
Ignacio looked... uncomfortable.  It was obvious that she was forcing this on him.  Taking pity on him, I glance around and quickly scribble something on a napkin and handed it to him.  He stared at me when he realized what it was, "You sure?"
Nodding, I smile, "Now, what do you all want?"
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Present Time
I was sitting in a coffee shop, twirling my cup a little.  It would take him a hot minute to get here, since he would have to drive down from the North.  Sighing, I sip my drink... silently wishing it was alcohol.
"Jennifer?" I glanced over to see Ignacio standing there - folder in hand. Quickly, I sat up and wiped my mouth. "Sorry... I should have messaged you that I was close," he took the seat across.
"It's fine," I mumbled, pulling out my folder and flipping through the pages, "let's get started." When I found my highlighted page, I cleared my throat, "Ignacio, I want to stop paying alimony."
"Alright?" He furrowed his eyebrows, "Then I want the house."
"That can't happen," I said, leaning forward, "I paid for the house - it's under my name."
"I understand, but the truth is we settled that you would pay me alimony because you would keep the house and all its assets," he said, "I literally left with nothing Jennifer."
"You chose to leave," I said.
He huffed, "Can you really not get over that?"
I chuckled, shaking my head a little, "If we don't agree to stop the alimony, I will be taking you to court. I know you can't afford anymore attorney bills."
"And I need a stable income," he sighed, "because of you, I lost my job."
"That wasn't my fault," I said.
"You barged into the corporate office, slapped me and screamed all kinds of shit. You caused a disturbance, Jennifer! The worst part was that you physically attacked the security guard!"
"He was pushing me and grabbing me!"
"Because you were causing an altercation and was a threat!" He whispered shouted. We both took a couple more breaths when he started again, "It's not easy being an engineer... especially in California. Until I find a stable job... when I do, I'll support the decision to stop the alimony."
Clicking my pen, I sucked on my lip, "Fine." Getting up I took my things and left.
He looked the same.
Same short cut hair, button downs and black jeans... of course no holes this time. It annoyed me. It enraged me. How could he dress like that? Act as if he didn't rip my soul from my body?
How fucking dare he?
When I got into my car, I called Antonia. Two rings went by when she answered, "Yes?"
"I need to see you," I huffed.
"Uh," a couple of clicks and bangs happened, "okay, but I'm at work... do you want to get dinner?"
"Can we go somewhere more private?" I rubbed my eyes at a red light.
She didn't say anything and when I was about to say never mind, she said, "Wanna go to your house?"