*Main P.O.V*

You hated everything. Home, school, everywhere you went you were treated poorly. Right now you were biting your lip as you picked up your books for what had to be the third time that day. You were trying to stay calm, bottling up your frustrations because you didn't know what else to do with them. The prep girls responsible giggle at you as they walk away.

"That has to be the third time today right?" A voice comments as a hand scoops up her last book. You look up into blue eyes and freeze seeing Mr. Popular. Sabo was his name and his second title was Mr. Perfect. You feel your face heat up and straighten up swiftly. "You know, the place I work at is looking for people like you... Here take this, I look forward to seeing you ___." He rumbles, turning away. "Oh, and please don't let anyone find out where I work... It would be a disaster..." He adds, strolling away. You blink dumbfounded after him, eyes trailing down to your book and the job application that he had snuck into your hand.

"Did that really just happen?" You breathe in uncertainty.

"It did," Another voice rumbles, making you jump and look over at the teen as he strolls past. He didn't look at you, but you knew he was speaking to you. Who was he? Why the school's scariest outcast, Portgas D. Ace. The blood left your face as his brown orbs flicker back to you just before he disappears around a corner. Just what was going on today?

You now stood outside the rundown restaurant, holding the application Sabo had given you and looking up the crappy, visibly falling apart sign that read 'MELZ GRILL'. Was this some sort of joke? Checking the name on the job application again, you briefly debated on going in. Well, can't be worse than home. You figure before walking in. It was so dim and musty in there your eyes had to adjust, a few booths, and bar area where three older men sat, talking casually, not even looking back at you.

The atmosphere was calm but also held something else that you couldn't quite put your finger on. You sit down at a both and start to fill the register. You were nearly down when there is a commotion in the back. Cursing, arguing, dishes crashing. You watch the door with wide eyes, half expecting someone to storm out. No one came out and everything went quiet. You shake your head, hesitating on finishing the application.

"Awesome, you showed up," A familiar voice comments happily. You look up to find Sabo smiling at you. "You owe me twenty bucks," He adds to Ace who stood behind him.

"Dammit," Ace sighs, paying up. You blink in shock, they knew each other? You didn't even know they were aware of eachother.

"Come on, our boss is in the back," Sabo rumbles, starting for the swinging doors. Ace stayed put, waiting for you to follow the blond. You hastily get up and follow Sabo, sneaking a slightly wary glance at Ace as you do. You enter the kitchen and was shocked by it. There was a strawberry blond woman fixing a large hole in the ceiling, rubble scattered the floor as well as shattered dishes. Ace brushes past and calmly starts sweeping.

"Oh, hey guys! You're just in time, b/___ just chased off Law again and-"

"I don't need their help! Just like I didn't need Law's!" The young woman at the grill declares without looking back, flipping a patty and cursing loudly when it flips off the grill. "Dammit!" She yells, stomping on the patty. "Nami! Don't say my name while I'm cooking!" She scolds, casting a pout at the strawberry blonde.

"Sorry boss," Nami muses as she finishes patching up the hole. You blink in shock, looking at b/___, she was gonna be your boss!? But she looked just about your age! Her eyes lock on you instantly.

"Ace," She says, throwing her spatula at the freckled guy. He catches it smoothly.

"Got it," He says, going to grill and putting on a new patty. The woman approaches you, hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets. Again you blink in shock, she looks like a delinquent of some sort! Was she really gonna be your boss!?"

"Ah, you must be the punching bag Sabo told me about, follow me to my office," She says, starting for the cluttered messy desk in the corner of the room, pausing briefly to viciously kick the steel sink. You jump a bit in surprise and she grabs a plate, throwing it into the sink hard. However, you didn't hear any crash or glass shattering. "Pain in the ass!" She snaps at the sink before going to her chair and plopping down, swiveling to face you.

"Alright, lets begin our interview!" She decides, giving a crooked smile. You freeze at that. Just what did you get yourself into??