One More Chance
Chapter 59: The Giant Jerk

-Love can really change your life, there's something in my world tonight... I feel so free, it's like a fantasy havin' you next to me, suddenly it's magic. One look, one touch, once just don't say enough when you fall in love. Suddenly, suddenly it's magic~~~ -Eric Santos & Angeline Quinto-

"That's exactly what you're going to do, you will talk to him and lure him out of the restaurant."

"Huh? Are you out of your mind? As if he's going to listen to me, haha, no way! I would just bang my head against the glass window or jump in the highest building in San Francisco rather than talk to him! Nah, never!"

"Jackeline, please, I would do everything you want, just do it for me, please?" But she just raised an eyebrow. "Oh, my God, Jack, I'll treat you for lunch for the whole weak, please---"

"No!" She shook her head.

"I will do your laundry and cook for you---"

"No!" She shook her head again.

"Fine! I'll do your laundry for the whole week, cook your breakfast, lunch and dinner for one week and even your snacks---"

"Fine, deal!"

I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you---"

"Don't thank me yet! You don't know if I'm going to kill your brother! Hmmp!"

She stood up and I was left catching my breath as I watched her walk over to Dale's table. He was alone, checking on his wristwatch, and probably waiting for someone as his table is still empty, aside from a glass of water. I wonder what Jack is going to do.

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Jack's POV:

-'Haist, Samantha Soriano Williams! You should have to cook delicious meals for me for the whole week!'-

I couldn't help but mentally utter as I heaved my way towards the giant jerk's table. Honestly, I don't really understand why Sam doesn't want her brother to know her husband cheats on her. If I would her, I would probably ask my brother to punch my so-called husband on his balls.

I still have no idea how to get Dale's attention and lure him out of the restaurant, but as I kept getting closer to him, I noticed one of the waiters coming on my way. There are two glasses of juice in his tray which, based on its color, is certainly mango flavor. "Hmm..."

A sneer twisted on the corner of my lips as I got a very... as in 'very' nice and exciting idea.

I walked past the jerk's table and stood in front of the waiter when he was only three feet away from my target and without a word, I took one of the glasses filled with mango juice.

"Uhm... excuse me, ma'am, but that's someone else's order."

But I smiled at him.

"Yeah, I know. But can you just get another glass for your customer?"

"But ma'am---"

"Don't worry, I'll give you a generous tip later, thanks." I winked at him as he scratched the back of his neck. His reaction was kinda funny, but I don't have enough time to notice it and laugh at him. So, turning around... I started my plan...

'One... two... three!'-

I pretended to trip off and

-'Bingo!'-

All the contents of the glass I was holding were literally thrown directly into Dale's face and down to his chest, soaking his jacket and inner suit to be soaked in a sweet mango juice.

"Oh, shit!" He screamed and instantly got in his feet.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" I said pretending not to notice who he was.

The look on his face almost made me want to jump and roll on the floor. I swear, it's priceless, but I kept my expression serious and took the table napkin to wipe his suit.

"I'm so sorry, I tripped! Oh, my gosh, the mango juice spilt on you..." I said as I continued wiping the part of his chest. I know by that time he still didn't recognize me. Well, thanks to the glasses I was wearing. "It's okay, you don't have to do it!" He said and quickly took the napkin from my hand.

-'Hmm... in fairness, he didn't react hysterically... or maybe because a lot of people are watching. I shrugged mentally.

"Jesus Christ, where are you looking, Miss and why you didn't notice your way?"

I bit my lip, trying not to burst out laughing.

"I'm really sorry, but if you want, I have an idea!" I smiled and took his hand before he could even say a word.

"What idea--- wait! Where are you taking me?" His voice came out a bit loud as I pulled him out of the restaurant.

"I'll help you dry your suit, Mister." I chuckled inside.

"Hey, it's okay, you don't have to, it will eventually dry on the air conditioning inside the restaurant."

"No, it's fine, I swear." I kept pulling him out of the restaurant.

"Miss, I said it's okay. You know, I still have a meeting and---"

I gulped when he suddenly stopped talking. We were already outside and we were just a few meters from the parking lot. "Wait a second, I think I know you!"

I hitched my breath and was about to drop his hand when he suddenly pulled me.

"What---ahh!" I bumped into his hard chest that still wet with mango juice. "Why did you pull me?" My nose hurt a bit.

"Weirdo?"

-'Haist!'- He already recognized me, so I have no choice but to act innocently shocked. "Oh, my goodness! It's you who I accidentally spilt my juice with?"

"Ohh... cut your innocent act, weird bunny." He said crossing his arms over his chest.

-Whoa! Did he just call me a 'weird bunny'?'-

"Now, I know what happened wasn't just an accident."

I raised an eyebrow. "And what do you mean it wasn't just an accident?" I copied his act and crossed my arms in front of me, totally forgetting that I was wearing a spaghetti strap blouse and my cleavage popped up before his eyes. "You did it intentionally---" he stopped and suddenly gulp, then his eyes went down... staring something in my body.

Curiosity and confusion took over me and followed where he was looking and my eyes went wide in shock.

"Haist! You pervert!" I screamed and immediately covered my cleavage with my arms.

"Huh! Pervert?" There was a smirk playing on his lips.

"Why are you staring at my chest?" I glared at him as I felt the blush creep all over my face.

"Chest---whoa! Hey, I wasn't staring at your cleavage!" His eyes also widened, maybe he wasn't supposed to say the last word.

"Oh, see? You have just admitted it

"Oops, weird bunny, I didn't stare on your cleavage! You offered it in front of my eyes and I'm not blind, so I looked at it." "Argh, gosh! It's just the same!"

"Nope, you're wrong, weird bunny, because staring is different from looking. Looking refers to the activity of directing eyes on the object while staring refers to the act of looking but specifically for a long time and with a fixed gaze." "What the heck---"

"And for your peace of mind, I just want you to know that even if you undress in front of me, I'm sure I have nothing to see---oh, I forgot, yeah, there is but just a little."

"Huh!" My mouth hung in mid-air. -'Samantha Soriano Wiliams, this is your fault!'-

I screamed inside as I glared at my best friend's brother. My fists were formed into a hardball.

"You're such a jerk and annoying bastard!"

"Ohh, you're showing it again." He smirked.

"Argh!" I walked past him but not after pushing him on the shoulder.

"Whoa!"

"Pervert! Jerk!"

"Yeah, I'm always doing that... in the bathroom."

I was stopped in a trance and thought about what he meant and realized it was 'jerking' and not 'jerk' that I mentioned. A frustrated sigh escaped me before I turned to him with a disgusted expression, but seeing how much he enjoyed making fun of me, I chose not to say anything. I shook my head and turned around again, planning to go back inside the restaurant, but the unhappy born creature stopped me immediately by standing in front of me.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"What the hell are you doing? Get out of my way!"

"We're not yet done talking about what you did to me, weird bunny. Didn't you say you will help me dry my suit?

"Huh! I've changed my mind, you can dry it yourself! And I already said I'm sorry, so we're done! Get out of my way!"

"Nope!"

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I guess this is what I get from listening to my best friend.

"Tell me, did you do it intentionally?"

"Oh, my God, how many times do I have to tell you that I tripped and I didn't do it intentionally?"

"Hmm... I don't believe you."

"Well, then it's your fucking problem and not mine!" I tried to push him again, but he held my hand so I ended glaring at him as I forcibly pulled my hand out of his grip.

"I'm just confused as to why you did it. Hmm... I guess you have a crush on me."

"Huh! Jesus, Saint Joseph and Mother Mary!" I was stunned by what he said, but without a second passing, I found myself laughing in front of the most egotistical guy in San Francisco.

"Why, isn't it true? You wanted to catch my attention, so you asked the poor waiter to come over near my table and then all of a sudden you came to get a glass of juice from his tray and pretended to trip because maybe you're thinking I would catch you..."

-Wow, what a good story maker.'- The whole time he was making his own version of the story, a sneer remained on the corner of my lips.

"...But in the end, you changed your plan and decided to pour the juice on me. In that way, you will easily get my precious attention and... you did! You pulled me out of the restaurant and now we're talking."