Bad for me

By Divino B'Atista

Luck seems to be in Matthew's favor as soon as he gets a job at the restaurant where Andrew, the boy of his dreams, works. Being the incurable romantic he is, Matthew faithfully believes that he can turn friendship into a long-awaited romance, the problem is that life is full of surprises, and one of them will completely shake the boy's heart, making him understand that love is not always simple and pink as we imagine.

Bad for Me is a light story with an engaging and humorous plot that will make the reader laugh and thrill to the last page

• Language: English
• Publisher: BadPress
• Release date: Jan 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781071527320

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For Samuel Rodrigues and Carine Pinho.

Without you, I wouldn’t have made it this far.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

To my ever faithful readers: I have already said and I’ll never get tired of emphasizing the great importance that each one of you had in my literary journey.

Receive my true and always sincere,

thanks.

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"Too early seen

unknown,

and known

too late!

Prodigious birth

of love it is to me,

that I must love

a loathed enemy."

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(William Shakespeare)

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PROLOGUE

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Still staring at the central pizzeria - and with a little hope as well, since it was closed - I tried, in every possible way, to find a scarce signal capable of updating all the notifications of the device that now remained stuck in my hands.

The sun was shining heavily, scorching, and made me sweat a bit through the abdomen badly defined. I went to the gym for three weeks, but I ended up stopping for lack of time and, okay, a lot of lack of motivation. It's not like I hate to catch weight and everything, I just don't want to keep feeding the false idea that I have those long-wanted muscles I've dreamed of since I was 14-almost-15 years-old with all this thinness. And, let's face it, I'm fine. Literally well. And in shape physically too, so...

I'm here for two unique reasons:

1. Because I urgently need the free WI-FI:

2. For the simple fact of my one true love, Andrew works here.

Octavio, the owner of the pizzeria, hates customers who consume nothing besides the free internet signal, precisely because it's not on the menu, but... what else could I do? I was out of money, right?

MATTHEW? I heard someone call my name and probably I knew that voice enough not to look away that was fixed on my cell phone screen, AGAIN, DUDE? My best childhood friend stared at me, and even though I didn’t look in his face, I knew exactly what his features were at that moment:  sarcastic and playful. As if expecting a good answer.

And that's exactly what I did:

‘Hi’ for you too, Carl! I answered unwillingly, "And... How so again?" And I stared at him, switching to the screen of my smartphone for his always mocking smile.

"Wow, stealing Wi-Fi." He smiled as he said this as if his answer were obvious.

"I’m not stealing Wi-Fi, I’m just using it as any other normal citizen does." And I looked at the screen again.

Okay that in the previous months I visited this place once a week. But with the lack of money and no job, I can’t put credits to update my social networks.

All right, man, I didn’t want to interrupt you. Carl continued, I just came to tell you that Octavio is in need of an employee, and... For my utter surprise, he didn’t continue.

‘AND’ WHAT? I returned to face him at that moment since Mr. Octavio is no less than the boss of Andrew also.

And... Well! Since you are unemployed, I think it is the best opportunity to present you the vacancy. He finished, a bit embarrassed, but optimistic, You have experience, I thought... maybe, I don’t know... you know...

REALLY? I almost screamed as I said it, "This is perfect!" And I couldn’t hide a smile.

Not that I needed an urgent job. Of course, I have to pay the bills to survive, but just imagining myself working in the same establishment Andrew is in, that's enough reason for a burst of joy.

After all, I am hopeful that Andrew has finally answered my question:

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All right, I know, I have serious problems, but so what? Every human being, son of God, when he finally falls in love and believes that he is the right person for a lifetime, loses his sanity, right?

And... Yes! I'm hopelessly in love with another guy. Scary? Maybe.

The fact is that, finally, I will enjoy his intimate moments and also get to know him better. Since the only contact we have, so far, is via Facebook.

But... I heard myself say before imagined. I was really curious-hopeful about the vacancy, now more than ever, "...Tell me, what did Mr. Octavio tell you? Did you ever tell him about me?" I needed to know. Word by word.

Oh, man, of course, I did. You’re like a brother to me and you know that. He smiled, punching me in the left shoulder without much force. I closed my face and blinked Carl with the eyes, he noticed and was soon trying to fix what he had done, In the end, He just asked for your contact number and I passed. No big deal.

So, it is just waiting, isn’t it? Even because, I think I can! I say, without much enthusiasm.

I never imagined or dreamed, the idea of Mr. Octavio choosing me to work there. Especially after the countless unsuccessful attempts to get the internet signal password. If it wasn’t Carl, I would not be here now trying to update my apps.

"I'm off today, but if you get the job, I wish you all the luck in the world, brother. You’re gonna need it." And he turned away, turning his back to me.

I smiled at nothing as Carl disappeared from my field of vision.

chapter 1

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If you had a unique chance to choose your future professional position, which area would you choose? And why?

How many available options are popping into your mind now? Have you stopped to imagine?

Yeah! 

Working as a waiter has never been, and will never be, the most brilliant decision I have ever made in my insignificant pre-adult life. Nor will it be responsible for my countless unsuccessful onslaughts of a better life and, why not say, successful?

No wonder I try my best to make my worst choices the unbelievable chance to correct some of these and other useless decisions.

It was no different when I discovered that I had some ease in this area, and for that reason, I soon thought this might be a good job at the moment. And the result? Well, let's get down to the facts.

It's not like I just can’t balance one or two trays with glasses of drinks, which are mostly only half-full. Not to mention the most diverse dishes of pizzas, and the other derived culinary flavors, so to speak. That was easy.

Veeeeery easy.

The point is that I couldn’t endure surviving this life that I had always failed. However, when I arrived at the pizzeria at seven o'clock p.m., Mr. Octavio was able to pass me all the instructions of the post that I should carry on from then on. This is thanks to my talent in learning certain things very easily.

It was a holiday, Labor Day, and the movement and the number of uncontrollably rising customers scared the rest of the establishment's staff. I simply kept my cool and I continued my duty, answering one by one, and making sure that everything was in its proper place.

Nothing better than to celebrate Labor Day at work, right?

I remembered how life might surprise us. Half an hour ago I was simply one of those customers (or maybe not even that), but now, all in uniform, I was much more. I was an employee. And this certainly surprised me when I realized that I was making a storm in a glass of water when the memory of the fifteen minutes ago came to the fore...

It was exactly six forty-five p.m. when Mr. Octavio finally called me. I spent my last twelve hours waiting for this damn phone call. So at the first touch, I did not even expect the sound of Anitta to