pizza girl episode 1

🍕💆 PIZZA GIRL 🍕 😋

(She was trouble 😂, until she met him😍)

Written by: Authoress Ti Fe 💞 📚

Genre: R0m-n-ce 🔞🔞, Drama 😁 , suspense 😉

😋 PROLOGUE 😋

She is hot!

She is funny!

She is s@$$y!

She is actually sweet 😋!

Meet Diana Williams, a 23 year old lady who lives in the outSk-irt of a street in Las Veg-as called bu-tterhills. She is known by virtually everyone on the streets of Las Veg-as because of her little source of income.

She is a very famous pizza girl, who helped her aunt deliver ordered pizzas anywhere throu-gh to the help of her only long lasting gift, which is her 3 years old scooter.

Her Aunt is a very nice woman who also strive to earn a living by selling pizzas. She took in Diana at a very young age when her parents had a divorce.

None of them were willing to keep her to themselves, so Aunt Luna helped by keeping her to herself since she was barren.

Her parents went separate ways and married differently leaving poor Diana to herself. She got over it soon and all she wanted was to serve her Aunt Luna well.

To show she is grateful for all she has done for her.

That aside 😁

Diana is known as a trouble maker all over the town. Her scooter is the source of her troubles. She makes troubles and the next thing you see is her scooter ri-ding with full speed down the street.

She kept this going even after the talks from Luna, who kept telling her she wasn’t growing any younger.

Everyone was beginning to lose hope of any change in Diana when something fantabulous happened.

She met with a poor but handsome looking guy who lived on the streets and survived on the garage.

Her attention was fast drawn to this guy and they ended up been close friends.

Find out how this journey keeps on moving and how it ends in this thri-lling story 😁.

🍕💆 PIZZA GIRL 🍕😋

(She was trouble until she met him 😊❤️)

Written by Authoress Ti Fe 💞📚

Episode 1

🍕 DIANA 🍕

“… Enjoy your Pizza.” I said to him smiling wi-dely.

“Thanks.” He replied shutting the door. I walked up to where I parked my scooter, I wore my helmet and sat on it re-ady to move. I ignited the engine and rode down the street in great speed.

“Diana!” The children on the street called and I wanted at them as I zoomed off.

⛔ INTRODUCTION ⛔

I am Diana Williams, and I am 23 years old. I live with my Aunt Rita because my parents abandoned me because of their own misun-derstandings. It is as simple as that, I hate them so much.

I behave any way I want and feel, and people say it to my face that I behaved that way because I didn’t live with my parents. I don’t want to ever see them again, but they keep visiting ma-king me feel sad.

Why couldn’t they norture me Even though they had misun-derstandings? For crying out loud, I am their child. I wasn’t adopted and I shouldn’t be treated like I was.

I will be forever grateful to Aunt Rita, she took me in and saw me as her child. She is barren and doesn’t have any husband. I wish I could do something to get her pregnant.

She never treated me bad, even till this pres-ent time. She never saw me as an adopted child, she showed me the love my parents didn’t show me.

If it means working for her till I die to make her happy, I would do so.

Coming to the relationsh¡p p@rt, I have dated many guys because I smiled very beautiful, but I never actually had true feelings for them. I just used them to while away time.

Pres-ently, i have no one to share my feelings with, because I am yet to see the right person.

That will be all for now. You will get to know more about me later.

⛔ END OF INTRODUCTION ⛔

I got to the shop and packed my scooter un-der the shed where I have always packed it. I walked in and I saw Aunt busy ma-king more pizzas. I guess I would still be going on a ride.

“Mom.” I called smiling as I walked to her.

“You are back early.” She replied as I k!$$£d her head.

“Yes. I wanted to come help back here at the shop.” I replied and she smiled.

“Impressive, so we won’t be causing any troubles today?” She asked and I laughed.

“We can’t be so sure. You know people will always step on my toes, they derive plea-sure in doing it.” I said.

“You don’t nee-d to react always.” She said and I sighed.

“Mom, they can’t just talk or act to us anyhow because we sell pizza for a living. I will never allow that slide.” I said and she smiled.

“Okay I give up. You just won’t listen.” She said and I laughed k!ssing her head again.

I was about washing my hands when I saw her contenance change to that of a sad one.

“Mom what’s wrong?” I asked in great worry and she looked at me before speaking up.

“Your mother called.” She said and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t want to hear it, and she isn’t my mother. She is Eunice.” I said washing my hand.

“She is still your mother, whatever you like it or not.” She said and I koet a cold face.

“To me, she is just a family relative, what does she want anyway? She abandoned me.” I said in anger.

“Diana believe me, she regrets it and truly sorry.” She said and I scoffed.

“I don’t nee-d her apologies because I don’t know her and I don’t nee-d her nor Donald. I know only you and nee-d only you.” I said in a final tone.

“You shouldn’t call your father but name, no matter what.” She said and I breathed out loud dropping the ketchup.

“Mom are we going to stop this conversation, or I just go home.” I said looking at her and she looked away sadly.

“Okay.” She said and I nodded.

“That’s better. You spoilt my mood alre-ady.” I said feeling hurt.

“I am sorry, I just feel bad for them.” She said and I smiled.

“It’s fine mom. I said and she managed to smile.

“We nee-d to finish thses pizzas before 6pm. We have to deliver them at the motel two streets away.” She said and I nodded.

“That isn’t a problem mom. I know the motel.” I said smiling.

🎩 ISAAC 🎩

… AT EVENING..

I roamed around the streets in search of a job to feed myself. I have exhausted the garbage since last night and I nee-d to eat badly.

I am Isaac Bill, an orphan that lives on the streets. I have always survived on the street since I was young. I am nineteen now and I nee-d a job badly.

I can’t keep picking up junks from dustbins for the rest of my life. I can’t keep slee-ping on the streets.

I am done doing that. I just wish the government remembers the poor ones soon. I have only two shi-ts and a trou-ser. No relatives, no friends.

I got to the front of a motel and stood in front staring at the hu-ge and beautiful building. If only I could be a worker here, that would serve a lot.

I was walking away when a scooter p@$$ed in full speed splashing dirty water on me. I was used to it alre-ady since I sleep close to the road.

I swept the water away from my b©dy with my hand.

“I am so sorry.” I heard the sweetest voice ever in my ears. I looked up and I saw a very beautiful lady in front of me.

“It’s okay.” I said smiling as I began to walk away. I felt her stare at me as I walked.

This is the first time someone would tell me sorry after offending me. It feels great to know one person in the world actually cares.

**
🍕 DIANA 🍕

I watched him walk away smiling. He looked unkept but very handsome. This is the first time I am seeing him around here. Where does he stay?

I walked back to where I packed my scooter with my helmet in my hand. I carried the cartons of pizza that are tied at the back of it.

I carried them carefully and moved to the hotel.

“Hi.” I said to the guards at the door.

“Hi.” One of them replied in a very thick voice.

“Pizza delivery.” I said raising up the carton. They opened the door for me to walk in.

“Thanks.” I said as I walked into the main building. I wasn’t surprised at the hu-geness of it, this isn’t the first time of me delivering pizza here.

“Hey.” A lady called me and I turned to face her.

“Here.” I said handing the pizza over to her. She wore the motel’s polo shi-t, so i knew she was a worker. Probably a new one.

She collected it from me and smiled.

“Thanks.” She said walking away. I also walked out of the building heading back to my scooter. I got outside and I saw some guys close to my scooter.

They were smocking and drinking. Why must it be close to my scooter? Can’t they move into the motel?

“Excuse me plea-se.” I said trying not to freek out.

” Hey pizza girl.” One drunk one said asking close to me.

“Don’t dare.” I mumbled. I didn’t want to cause any scene here cos it won’t be good at all.

“You are so pretty.” He said tracing his fin-gers on my face ma-king me boil in anger.

The rest stared at us laughing ma-king me very angry.

“Move away.” I said within gritted teeth.

” She wants to beat me.” He said to the others and they laughed in mockery.

“What will you do honey?” He asked moving his head to mine and in anger I smashed my head on his forehead ma-king his s¢ræm.

I gr@bb£d the bottle that was with him and began to move to the others. Their eyes wi-de-ned and they took to their heels.

I dropped the bottle and wore my helmet, I ignited the engine and rode off.

I was moving on a normal pace when I noticed I was been followed by some people.

I nee-ded no one to tell me it was the guy I smached. Maybe he want to look for support and he wants to revenge.

I looked back and I saw they were on power bikes moving very close.

“Sh*t!” I mumbled increasing the pace on which I rode. I didn’t have any strength to fight the guys coming behind me.

They were up to seven. I nee-d a place to hide as soon as possible.

I gave them a reasonable gap and then I saw a narrow path by my left. It was dark.

I rode into it path switching off my scooter. I pushed it down the path putting off the lights.

I looked for the darkest place where I could hide my scooter and myself. I went behind a tree and bent down behind it.

I saw the power bikes zoom off going straight down. I sighed and sat on the ground pa-nting. That was damn close.

I nee-d to wait so I can give them more gap. They p@$$ed the same route I was to p@$$ home. And it’s sure that if they don’t see me they will surely trace me back.

I nee-d to sty put. I reached for my phone in my pocket and brou-ght it out. I nee-ded to s-end a message to mum before she starts getting worried.

It’s dark alre-ady.

📩Mom I will be home late, I am caught in some sh*ts here.📩

I s-ent the message and I began to here some sounds close to me. I kept mute and hid my phone to avoid drawing attention by the lights.

My breathing pace increa-sed and I began to sweat profusely.

After some while the sound stopped and I began to hear sounds of nylon opening.

“Was I running from a rat or what?” I thought sighing. I switched on my phone Torchlight and pointed it to where the sound was coming from.

And to my surprise I saw the boy I splashed water on eating something from the garbage. I was shocked that my phone fell off my hand.

He didn’t seem to care about me, he looked so hungry and happy at the same time.

I stared at him in the dark not knowing what to think.

“Hey.” I whispered and he looked at me.

“Who is that?” He asked without fear. I guess he didn’t notice me when I pointed the lights at him.

“I am the one.” I said putting the lights close to my face and immediately he caught a glimpse of my face his eyes wi-de-ned and he wanted to run off.

“Don’t go.” I said ma-king him stop.

“This place is dangerous, what are you doing here?” He asked avoiding my face.

” I got into some big sh*t, and I nee-ded to hide.” I said looking at him.

” Leave as soon as possible, there are ra-pist here.” He said walking away.

” plea-se wait. Can you plea-se direct me to another path that can lead to the next street? They p@$$ed the route I should take home, and p@$$ing that place is very risky.” I said and he looked at me.

” Follow me.” He said walking away.

I quic-kly reached for my scooter and began to push it with me as I walked. I trailed behind him staring at him.

Why would a very handsome boy eat from the garbage? What of his parents? Why would they abandon him on the streets to suffer?

TBC…..
😦😦😦😫

plea-se guys don’t let Nigerian mentality affect us, this is an American setting. Even in Nigeria this isn’t new 😊

Anything can happen in America, that’s why I keep saying we should watch Foreign movies.. it modifies our mentality…

3 years is even small, you haven’t seen ladies of 50 years marrying a 20 year old boy. That’s the other side for you.

Awwwn 😣😣😣😫😫😫😫
Remember age is just a number 😁😁
Let’s ride on 😊😊😊

Goodnight guys ❤️