RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I whip my head around to look at Brian, glaring at him slightly.

"Hey! Slacks are sweaty and these are the only ones they do in my size. Apparently you are either Travis sized or Fat Bastard sized on the police force."

I glare at him slightly before smirking, "Besides, Travis doesn't want in my pants, he has a girl, she's pregnant and she's s sweetheart. Besides, who was the one looking at my crotch?" I question him with a smirk.

I look back to the road to notice we are getting pretty close to an intercity diner. So much that I nearly miss it. I start to turn into the little parking lot to the diner pretty quickly and sharply. Nearly causing a crash myself. Oops.

"In many ways, I think if you had to deal with drunk teenagers like I do, you'll end up banging all their heads against the wall," I know that he was referring to my driving, but I still feel the need to turn it on it's head and make an ass out of him.

I pull myself from my patrol car, surveying the area as I do so, something that I always seem to do after my first year in the police academy. I shut my car door while I wait for Brian to get out of the car so I can lock it and alarm it.

"So, this place look good?" I ask him as I point towards the diner in front of us, "If not, fuck you. I'm not driving somewhere else, I only have like 45 minutes left for my lunch."

I look back at him slowly before glaring at him with narrowed eyes.

"Shut up," I say quietly before walking over to him, "I have handcuffs, and I won't be afraid to lock you down to the fryer in this place," I say to him as we walk towards the diner.

I walk up to the door, pulling the door open for him so he can step inside. I see some people stare wide eyed as I enter the diner, I roll my eyes before making my way over towards a booth.

"Should I just yell that I'm off duty so that all these guys can get back to dealing drugs and shooting up under the tables?" I ask Brian with a laugh as I take a seat on the torn, red, leather couch like seat.

"Sounds good to me," I say.

I look over the menu at Brian, "Should I stick to my stereotypical coffee and donuts then?" I smirk before looking at the menu again.

"What'll it be handsome?" I hear the thick Italian New York accent to my left and I look up to see a girl, no older than seventeen chewing on some gum, looking down at the pad she's holding.

"Erm, I'll have a coffee, black. And... spicy chicken wings and some fries thank you."

I look over at Brian for his order as I pace the menu back to the waitress politely with a smile. One she seems to match.

I look up at him, narrowing my eyes at him.

"That sounds like an invitation to pry to me," I smirk, "who have you being seeing to make you crazed for sex?"

I ask him this before looking down at the waitress who then winks at me, "Especially from someone that seems to like a man in uniform," I say as I look back at him.

I jump back a little at Brian's sudden outburst before leaning forward and patting his shoulder.

"Stop banging your head, it's not going to do your concussion any favours," I say before he looks up at me.

I know only a little bit about his problem with sex at the moment. He didn't really go into details, but I mean, you're not likely to go into details with the only man that has seen you naked more times than you can count.

"I thought you were recovering from... that?"

I laugh a little at his joke, even though this isn't really a joking situation.

"Well, have you ever considered going back to guys again?" I ask him just to throw some help into the works.

I smile at him as the waitress places our food down on the table in front of us.

"Hey you go," she says as she places our food down on the table, then our drinks and then placing a piece of paper near my side of the table.

"And that's for you," she says with a smile, her top is now a lot lower than I remembered it being.

"Thank you," I say politely as she walks away from me.

I look down at the paper on the table top, a number and a name on the surface written in pink pen with little hearts and kisses around the surface.

"Cindy. Cute," I say before putting the paper down and starting to tuck into my food.

"Ooooh right," I say before taking one of the chicken wings on the plate and starting to chew on it.

"I don't know what else to suggest then," I say before shrugging and taking yet another bite.

I am not sure whether that was a que from him for me to take him back, or ask him back into my arms. But I thought he made it perfectly clear on the last day of school that he didn't want me back. I think shoving your boyfriend into the mud screaming how much he ruined your life was obvious enough.

"Sorry."

I end up choking a little on some spices from the wings before looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Brian," I hiss before swallowing down some coffee and regaining my composure.

"I think you made it perfectly clear you didn't want to be with me on your last day of high school," I hiss at him before getting back to eating my lunch, a little violently with the chicken.

I am a little pissed off now, especially with what happened. I swear I would never talk to him again, and I gave him a second chance. And now he is guilt tripping me?!

I cock my eyebrow at him before taking more fries into my mouth.

"It's alright, just a little touchy on the subject still, y'know?" I say to him in a more mumbled voice.

I can tell that Brian's not really looking or caring about what I am saying to him anymore. He is too busy mentally undressing the waitress. I feel sorry for her already... or not so sorry, depending on how you look at it.

"Brian, want to lose your JOB?!"

"Pretty good actually, apart from the fact all the guys I seem to pick are pretty much douches," I explain to him as I take one more bite from a chicken wing before licking my fingers of the sauce.

"They're either too clingy, too withdrawn, too camp or just down right macho and closeted that they won't even hold hands in public. I swear to God," I start to rant a little.

Why does it all seem to come out whenever I'm with Brian?

"Here you go Sir, enjoy your meal," I say with a smile as I place the plate of highly fatten foods down on the table top in front of the greasy truck driver type guy. Gross much? I smile sweetly as he winks at me before starting to eat his food.

Arrr, I think I just threw up a little.

I shudder a little as I make my way across the diner to the other side of the dining area. That's when I catch site of the cop again. Man, he is so hot. I have to call Brittany to get her to come down here and check this guy out! Well, I would if she wasn't in school right now.

I walk back over to the table with the cop and the guy in the suit, put on the best smile I can put on before pulling my shirt down a little more and adjusting my boobs in my push up bra, without anyone seeing of course.

I stride over to the table, "Is there anything else I can get you guys?"

I look back at the cop, "Anything at all."

"Oooh yeah, right Brian whatever," I laugh before cleaning my hands up with some napkins.

Man those were some good wings.

I'm just through with cleaning my hands up as I see a pair of long tanned legs from under the table. I furrow my brow a little before looking up the body of the legs owners to come face to face with that waitress again.

"Erm, no thanks darling," I say before looking down at my watch, "But I actually have to get going."

I say more to Brian than the waitress, "I'll see you later, OK man? And don't do what I KNOW you want to," I say with a knowing glare before reaching into my pocket and pulling out a ten dollar bill for my meal and for a tip for the waitress.