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ONE.
"I want iced tea and I want it now!" Samantha Bridges shouted to no one in
particular, her wild red hair shaking as she spoke.
"Sam!" Carrie Alden admonished. She and Emma Cresswell buried their heads in
their hands in embarrassment at their best friend's demand.
Most of the other patrons of the nearly full Play Cafщ turned to look at Sam.
Carrie watched Sam give them a playful nonchalant wave.
"You can't expect to get served thead of everyone else," Emma said to Sam, who
was impatiently drumming her fingers on the table. As usual, the girls sat at
their corner spot under one of the Play Cafщ's many video monitors.
"I'm thirsty," Sam opined. "We're here all the time, and we're the hottest babes
in here now. So why should I wait?" "Because there are other customers, too,"
Carrie said as she reached for her own glass of iced tea.
"What difference does that make?" Sam retorted, her face a study in innocence.
"You just do this sort of thing to embarrass us," Emma said primly.
"Moi?" Sam asked innocently.
Carrie rolled her eyes, and Sam cracked up.
"I wish they'd turn up the air-condition~ ing," Emma said softly, pulling the
neckline of her T-shirt away from her neck. "It has to be eighty-five degrees in
here." "Not that it shows on you, ice princess," Sam cracked.
Carrie rolled her eyes again.
"Who's the one demandin' the iced tea?" boomed a male voice.
The girls swiveled in their seats to find one of the cooks blocking the swinging
doors to the kitchen. He was at least six feet four, was covered in sweat, and
didn't look happy. An angry scar ran from his ear down to his mouth, and Carrie
could tell that scar wasn't just an old football injury Uh-oh, Carrie thought.
Sam's in for it this time.
"I said, who's the one demandin' the iced tea?" the cook yelled, striding across
the room.
The cafщ was so quiet you could actually hear the music on the rock video
monitor. Carrie noticed that the song playing was "Bad Reputation," an old song
by Joan Jett. She also noticed that everybody in the place was staring at Sam.
Sam never missed a beat.
"She did," Sam said, pointing a finger directly at Emma. "The hussy."~ "Sam!"
Emma yelped. "How could you-" "Lissen up, sweetheart!" the cook yelled at Emma,
his face turning an angry red.
"I don't want my waitresses losin' time 'cause of you, blondie! What, you think
you're special or somethin'? You wait your turn!" "But-" Emma began to protest
feebly. The cook waved a hand of disgust in her direction, then turned and
marched back toward the kitchen.
"I'll get yOu for this!" Emma hissed to Sam.
"To know me is to love me," Sam said with a grin.
"I mean it, blondie!" the cook yelled back to Emma at the door to his kitchen.
"I'm only tellin' youse once!" "Yes, sir!" Emma called to the cook. He gave Emma
one last withering look, and then went back into the kitchen. When he had
disappeared, the entire crowd broke into applause Sam stood up, clenched her
hands over her head like a victonous boxer, and chortled gleefully Even Emma was
smiling at the prank Sam had just pulled That's amazing, Carrie marveled
Sometimes I think Sam can get away with anything And look at Emma I don't know