Chapter 2 Past and Prejudice.

Stella

I woke up with sweat on my head, my breathing shallow. As the remnants of nightmares still haunt me. The sweat rolled down from my head. I looked out of the window only to see that it is extremely early in the morning.

The sun has not even come up yet. I get up from my bed and walk in front of the mirror. I splash some cold water on my face. 'I can go through this' I remind my self.

I have learned to live alone from a very young age. I do not have the luxury, time, or money to go to a psychologist. The night mares reduced for some time but they get very constant whenever I get anxious about work or my degree.

I take a deep breath and remind my self that I am a badass bitch. And, I can make a grown men cry.

I get ready for work. As a broke student I have several jobs, I work as a waitress, a baby sitter, and a dog walker. But, the most important one is at Harley's. I work as a waitress there. I photographed some Instagram Influencers at the university. And, anything else that I could fit in my day I tried to do.

And whatever time is left after that I focus on my designing. I can not afford an expensive university to learn designing any more. So, I just learn my self at home by trying out different things on the cheap silhouette bought from a market near by.

I went on my way to Harley's. And, I saw a cute little black cat on my way. I had two apples to eat as my breakfast. I broke one of them in to tiny little pieces and gave it to the cat. The cat had a little bit of the apple and came near my leg and started to nuzzle my leg.

I crouched on the ground and picked her up in my hands, she was beautiful and good. I wanted to keep her to myself but I can not afford the expense of a cat right now. So, with a heavy heart I dropped her back on the ground and left her alone with the meal.

After reaching the diner. I greet my fellow coworkers and start assembling the plates for serving.

The place starts to get rushed as the clock hits seven. Seven to Eleven, during the breakfast time.

The kitchen was serving out greasy food as the place started to get more and more crowded.

However, I had not eaten breakfast today as I was quite busy and broke not to mention, I can not keep spending money on food. I still have to pay the electricity bills.

I have worked here since I was merely fourteen years of age.

That poor little girl has now transformed. Not a lot financially but, a lot in maturity. I was so naïve and stupid back then. I could have trusted if anyone told me that he/she is an alien instead of a human being.

This job gave me most of money to pay rents and buy food. Which by the way is pending from a two month as I have not gotten enough tips.

Suddenly I set a mental reminder in my head to check out the fashion institutions expenses in Paris. I wanted to go there to learn fashion and create a name for my self.

I was informed by a fellow waitress that Mr. Morgan is asking for me. I was surprised and shocked to hear that Mr. Morgan is here for me. That's because Taylor never referred himself a Mr. Morgan.

I walked to the booth he was sitting at but, he was not at his usual place. So, I looked at the waitress that informed me, She pointed me in the direction of the last table.

Well, this is a very in common occurrence as Taylor never sits on anywhere besides his usual place.

Taylor was a sweet, flirty, and old. He was just remarkable. One of my very favorite people on this planet. Every one in the diner loved him. It was a bit weird. But, anyways ......

Not every customer at Harleys is that respectable and nice to me. Some are very absurd. As I was heading towards Taylor. I received some glances at my ass. And I had an urge to roll my eyes, but I controlled myself.

"Hi, Tay....", I trail off, as the person I see is no where near to Taylor. Well, whoever he is, he is mighty fine. Damn it, Stella stop perving. Weren't you the one now talking about serving and stuff.

But, how the hell am I supposed to stop gawking at this handsome man. He is the closest thing to perfection. If perfection had eyes and body this would be it.

I sucked in a deep breath even though I tried my damn best not to. I was surprised to him here that is all. I remember the few photos of him that I had seen. He was nothing like that in real life.

Guess who have we got here?

I was still gaping at him and I realize how stupid I must am looking so I spotted out the first thought that came to my mind. I exclaimed out, "Who are you? And what do you want?" I shrugged with indictment.

His face was calm and emotion less. As he looked at me he searched my face and then one of his eye brows perched up to his hairline. Ugh, he is arrogant! I can sense it, he just has this vibe about him. And, I still can not seem to resist his appeal.

"Pardon me?" he urged, with a strange expression on his face.

I narrowed my eyes at him and looked at him as if I am contemplating what to say. But, in the truth I was just checking him out.

He had fascinating green eyes, with a strong jaw. His eyes were cold, yet he was starting at me with so much intent that that I wanted to melt off. Flawlessly trimmed brown hair, and a perfectly centered long, narrow nose. He was inspecting me with a frown on his fore head, which does not even mars his appeal. It just adds more of it.

I have to stop simping over him. Even though he might be the most attractive man that I have ever seen, I can not just drop to my knees for him. I have much more self respect than that.

He better be less arrogant, cause if we are racing in that I can surely win.

And, I already know who this bastard is. Even thought I pretended not knowing him.

You know what they say – 'you can never forget your first crush.'

So, yeah.... I didn't either.

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