NB: TO MAKE THINGS CLEAR, KIANA'S LOVE INTEREST IS DEVONTAE AND NOT DEONDRE.

BTW WTR WAS THIRD PERSON POV AT FIRST THEN I CHANGED IT TO FIRST PERSON, IF THEY ARE ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW RESPECTFULLY, I EDITTED THIS BY MYSELF SO IT WON'T BE PERFECT.

Waitressing is one of the underpaid jobs in existence. I've worked as a waitress at this diner ever since I arrived here to start college, so I should know. I personally hate the long hours but it's all in a day's work.

The diner is close to the university, and twenty-somethings frequently there for the comforting, fatty food, last-minute studying before an exam, or just to hang out with friends.

While quietly counting down the minutes till I can leave to go home, I approach a customer that just walked in to take their order despite my painful back and aching feet. A tub of cookie dough ice cream and my bed are beckoning to me from where I am.

When Mia, a fellow waitress, walks by, I'm wiping off a table that I had just finished serving. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her halt. " Hey Kiki, you coming tonight?" she finally asks after a brief pause. I shrug and say, "I don't know - I don't think so, it's been a long night," as I set the condiments on the table. The notorious annual party that's held few days before the start of a new semester is what Mia is referring to. The host is Trevor Gardener, a USC athlete and fellow senior. The wealthy basketball star is a party animal who, unsurprisingly, spends his father's money to host the wild parties.

"Please, I'm also going." Mia puts the clean plates away while pouting her lips. As I gather the soiled dishes that customers have left behind, I sigh deeply through my nose. Really, I wouldn't have cared if it had been any other day but this day. Fridays is the day I look forward to least. Why? Because of the diner's constant crowds. I have been standing since eight hours ago, when I reported for my duty. As soon as I walked in, the diner packed with people. To make matters worse, there were only three of us working today: Roman, my best friend, Mia, and myself.

Mia clasps her hands together, pleading. "Please, Kiki," I'm going to answer with "no." I give Mia a stern stare and make it clear that I'm not going to change my mind about going home. As I'm already exhausted after serving clients all afternoon into the evening, I was going home to sleep rather than drink myself to oblivion the following day. Mia gets on her knees, "please, Kiki." I don't budge and arch a brow at her. "I'll bring you ice cream."

That instantly made me consider, "deal. Cookie dough?"

"Cookie dough."

With a handshake and a hug, Mia and I complete our deal. I shriek in pain as Mia spanks me hard on the ass before tossing the towel over her shoulder and skipping away. Couple of customers gaze our way as the sound reverberates around the little diner. I give them an embarrassed smile before slapping Mia's arm.

"What the hell was that for?" I whisper yell while lightly caressing my butt.

"Shut up. Since I hit puberty, I've been longing for an ass like yours." As she ascends the platform leading to the cashier area, Mia remarks. I roll my eyes at her exaggeration because Mia is stunning in every way. With long legs that go on for miles, beautiful tan skin, and doe like facial features.

I pull at the hem of my uniform, which I had obviously outgrown. Since I started college, I've obviously put on weight. Since I could remember I've always been bigger than other girls which has always been harder to accept especially with the ridiculous beauty standards of this society. I avoid staring at a mirror or a picture of myself too long, because if I do I remember what and why I hate the way I look. My uniform is a reminder of how much I've gained and how much uglier I've become; the outfit is way too tight around my arms, my stomach, hips and bust area which attracts way too much unwanted attention.

Puberty began to set in when I was eleven years old, far earlier than it did for my peers. I already had breasts before everyone else and I had gotten my period much earlier too. I had grown into a C cup by the time I was thirteen. It's either people openly stared with appreciation or made comments. I was bullied relentlessly throughout until I completed high school for them and for my weight and when I finally finished high school, I felt more relieved than I ever have.

I repeatedly tried to convince the manager to purchase a larger size uniform, but the pervert insisted that there was nothing wrong with the attire. while maintaining a direct gaze on the location in question. In all honesty, he likes gazing at my breasts as much as the rest of them. I lost count of the number of times he turned his gaze away from my face to look at my breasts. And it holds true for every idiot I've ever met. old or young.

As the diner starts to empty, I move approach my final table for the evening, "that'll be twenty dollars and fifty cents." I say to the middle-aged man sitting in the booth in front of me. The man nods without first glancing at my breasts, which causes me to roll my eyes, and he then looks through his wallet for payment. I receive thirty dollars from him and told to keep the change. He then gets up from his chair, and I give him my best grin as he walks away while I start to clean his table.

When I look at my wristwatch and realize that it is finally nine o'clock, I sigh with relief. I go into the kitchen and stack the filthy dishes next to the sink for them to be cleaned. I push through the doors after wiping my hand on my apron, and an enormous arm suddenly flung over my shoulder.

"Kiki, are you going to Gardener's?" Looking up at him, I put my palm over his and ask, "Any particular reason you want me there?" I grin. "No, but I know someone else who would like to see there," he shrugs with a half-smirk on his face.

I remove his arm from my shoulder and give him a condescending pat on the cheek "Rome, that's adorable but Mia, there, persuaded me to go before you did."

Rome asks, jumping up on the counter with a mischievous grin, "So, must I come pick you up?" The reason Sasha wants to attend is so she can see her "boyfriend" tonight, I'm very certain. I say, putting the term "boyfriend" in quotation marks.

"Why do you say it like that?" Roman wonders as he fights back a laugh.

"We all know that's a huge fat lie, but because I know my friend, she keeps downplaying the sex and claims it's just casual." Roman muses, "Uh huh, I'm sure Jay will ask her out at some point." I glance at him, and he raises his hands in submission before saying, "Okay, I'll talk to him."

"You better."

Roman and I met for the first time, and it was fascinating to say the least. If seeing him screw a server behind the lockers while walking in on him is any indication. Roman is an incredibly self-assured man, so when I walked in on him, it didn't even phase him in the slightest. He even asked if I wanted to join in on the fun. I was unable to look him in the eyes the entire week because I was so flustered and speechless. He taunted me nonstop throughout our shifts and never allowed me to have a moment to myself.

Roman pursued me once I recovered from the second-hand embarrassment. I was not naive; I knew what he desired; I simply refused to give it to him. Because I am aware of how men like Roman operate: they make fun of you before leaving. Additionally, I vowed not to pursue co-workers any further because it complicates matters. When that line's crossed, things become difficult.

Roman Rodriguez is aware of his looks and has no issue letting the world know it. Although he is excessively confident, the women love him for it. His boyish charms are enough to get any girl into bed with him. He is a towering 6'4" tall, has chestnut hair that fall into his eyes, honey brown eyes, a muscular body, and a full sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. He's also bilingual. I overheard him speaking in Spanish on the phone in the beginning of us working together and if I was hot and bothered back then I was at that time.

Roman and I had a strange start to our relationship, but as time went on, we formed a close bond other than just work. Roman reminds me of my older brothers, Trey, and Arman. Roman is a good guy, except from his flirting, fuckboy habits, and bravado.

I'm not sure why Roman is working at a diner of all places, but that is one thing I don't seem to comprehend. Roman drives a Range Rover and his father owns car stores in the neighbourhood. That automobile costs $90,000. Despite my interest, I understood that I shouldn't ask any questions unless he feels comfortable enough for him to say it himself.

When I check the time and my shifts over, I sigh with relief as I remove my name tag from my uniform and put it in the small basket next to the cashier stand. Mia enters the restaurant through the back door, ascends to the cashier platform, slides behind the register, and emerges from the shadows with the tip jar.

When a stray faux lock falls into my face, I forcefully breath through my nose and reluctantly untie my long, thick faux hair and tie it up again into a loose, high bun. Mia then hands Roman and myself our tips which I stuff into my purse. I take my own, leather, black purse and sling it over my shoulder. I'm ready to say goodnight to the other two when I notice Mia looking at him from remarkably close range. Not close enough.

I slip my other arm through the jacket's opening before tying the belt snugly around my waist. Because I don't own a car and must endure the icy January night-time temperatures, I always make sure I'm wearing my dependable coat when it gets chilly in Los Angeles.

"Okay, I'll dip, but have fun, but not too much, you guys." I say, my sneer clearly visible. Mia's cheeks begin to flush slightly, and Roman responds by grinning at her. After that, Mia checks to make sure everything is in place before vanishing behind the counter and reappearing. She waves goodbye while grinning at me, and when Roman leans down to whisper something into her ear, she widens her eyes.

When I decide to peek back into the restaurant, I am already two feet from the door "Oh, and please refrain from having sex on the counter. We still want to use it." I intentionally overstate my request. Mia flips me off, a bright red blush still on her cheeks while Roman gives salutes in response. I take this opportunity to exit the diner, waving them goodbye.

...

As I take a shower to remove the stench of burgers and fries off my body, Summer Walker is playing loudly in my room. Finally, I shut off the water and cover myself with a towel. As soon as I exit the room, one of my closest friends, Sasha Harris, bursts through the door and proceeds to the full-length mirror while looking absolutely stunning in a beige rib-knit dress with side drawstrings and matching heels. She has a kinky 4C hairstyle up in a high bun, a black denim jacket tossed on top, and red lipstick to finish off her outfit. "You look amazing." She smiles back at me when I compliment her.

"Thanks." Sasha remarks while examining her teeth for lipstick.

So, what are you going to wear? I shrug as Sasha says, "Gosh, you should pay me for being your personal stylist." She rolls her eyes.

As my Congolese friend looks through my closet in search of the ideal outfit, I simply smile at her. When she's ready, she presents it to me, and I take it in both hands, examine it, and then turn to face her. "What? Tonight, you need to look hot." I scowl as Sasha gives me an innocent look.

"I hope you don't mean for someone else, but for myself,"

Yes, of course, Sasha nods. You better get ready soon because the girls are already here, she says as she leaves my room after hearing the doorbell. "Okay!" I yell back.

A black floral lace top with a plunging neckline and black high waisted jeans were the clothes my friend chose for me. I quickly put on my underwear and moisturise my body. I'm perplexed that I even own a garment like this as I bring the top up to my chest. Since the cups are the same as those of a typical push-up bra, I won't even need to wear one, then it is see-through from the waist down.

Yeah, Sasha bought this for me. I love dressing up but something about wearing a dress when going out makes me nervous. Having my cellulite out for everybody to see, as well as the stretch mark I've gotten at the back of my legs, so I choose to be safe.

I don my clothes, put on my favourite pair of black ankle boots, and then begin applying cosmetics. Sasha and the other two abruptly enter my room. When Amaal and Cassie first see me, they make loud noises, and I simply shake my head at them and they ask, "Who you trying to look sexy for?"

"Sasha chose the clothes."

"Obviously, she did" Sasha grinned and curtsied while Amaal simply grinned at her.

"I'd go for you without a doubt if I could swing both ways." Comment from Cassie

I smile while applying a layer of matte maroon lipstick and grabbing my purse. The others look great to with Cassie wearing black knee-high boots, a cropped black jersey, blue high waisted ripped jeans, and loose curls that fall to the tops of her shoulders.

Amaal's dressed in a red bralette, a blouse that matches it and loosely tied in the front, light blue jeans, and black stiletto heels. Her long, black hair styled in waves that extend past her shoulders. "Aight, we need to go." Sasha says.

...

Sasha, Amaal, Cassie, and I arrive at a stunning two-story mansion that is bustling with activity and has hundreds of cars parked on the street. "Who is the DD, then?" I inquire as we exit Sasha's Jeep. As I circle the truck to stand at her side, she closes the door. "Cassie. Tomorrow, she has an early orientation." She digs around in her YSL bag before giving me and the girls gum.

As we proceed up the lengthy driveway that is lined with a wide variety of cars, I pop the gum in my mouth. Tyga's Taste is audibly blasting from the speakers as they enter the house. We make our way through the crowd, saying hello to few individuals we recognize as we make our way to the kitchen. A keg of beer and various alcohol varieties strewn on the counter.

"Then where is Jay?" Amaal inquires as she drinks from her own cup. "Ion know, but they claimed to be on their way at this very moment."

A voice says, "Hey, baby." Sasha perplexed, and Amaal, Cassie, and I are in shock. Turns out it's James who just arrived with the rest of his posse. James's PDA seems to have shocked the boys as well, as they watch in disbelief as he hugs Sasha. I decide to get a drink while Amaal and Cassie are still reeling from shock. As I reach for the alcohol, a body crashes into me, splashing the liquid all over my chest.