"With the video footage Screech got of Connor's behavior toward you and his swing at Zack along with the recording of his confesion, there should be no question that he is guilty," Jessie smiled at Kelly. "Plus, you wrote down dates as well as what he did and said, which is very helpful. The only thing that would be better is if we could find other people to testify against him. With him being the new manager, there weren't many waitresses who worked under him—fortunately."
"Yeah, thanks to you, Kelly, no more waitresses will have to," Slater added.
Kelly smiled sheepishly. "
"I just want to tell you that I'm sorry, " Lisa told Kelly squeezing her hand. "Everything that I said… I had no idea," her eyes pleaded.
"Lisa, I forgive you. You didn't know what was going on. You were just being Lisa."
Lisa smiled meekly. "My parents are taking the matter up with the owners, and have spread the word to the other members, too. If the owners don't do something about their son, tons of members will be leaving. Which would mean the country club would have to shut down."
"It's a shame, the country club was such a nice place," Kelly frowned. "With great tips."
"But don't forget the creeps and the snobs," Screech added to cheer her up.
Just then, a pretty girl with black hair strolled toward the gang.
"It's the waitress who replaced me at the country club," Kelly whispered.
The girl stood casually next to where the gang was seated and waved. "Can I talk to you a minute?" she asked Kelly.
"Sure," Kelly said getting up to meet her. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to say thanks. For what you did. I never could have done it."
Kelly nodded. "So, are you looking for a new job?"
"Nah, I'm giving up waitressing. Maybe even jobs altogether. I'm thinking of joining a nunnery actually. They don't need money there… do they?"
Kelly giggled. "Well, if you ever need anything. You know where to find me," she motioned around the room.
The girl smiled and looked over at Zack. "Is that your boyfriend?" she nodded toward him.
"My friend… who's a boy," Kelly answered.
"We'll see," the girl grinned, waved goodbye, and disappeared out the door for the second time.
Kelly returned to her friends who were getting up from their seats.
"Well, Kelly, we hate to eat and run, but we've got to head home," Jessie told her. "I've got a lot of work to do, with my mom's help.
"And, we're all pretty tired. Staying up worrying really cuts into one's beauty sleep," Lisa joked.
"Tell me about it," Screech agreed.
"Some of us need more than others," Slater kidded, patting Screech on the back.
"Yeah, it's about closing time anyway," Kelly told them. "I'll see you all tomorrow?
"Yeah, but not bright and early," Lisa informed.
"Are you coming Zack?" Jessie asked.
"You guys go on without me. I'm going to help Kelly."
"Alright, goodnight," the four told them while making not so subtle pointing motions at the table.
Kelly wrinkled her brows and shook her head as she giggled.
Zack cocked one eyebrow, gave them the ok sign, then motioned for them to go.
"It feels good to be back," Kelly smiled as she soaked in the scenery of the Max. It was empty now that the gang had left and the only sound came from the jukebox. "You know I'm ok alone here?" Kelly asked.
"Well, forgive me for not wanting to rush off and leave you alone after hours in a restaurant anymore," Zack joked.
Zack picked up the plates from the table. He handed them to Kelly who stacked them on her tray. "Looks like there's something here for you," he informed her holding up an envelope.
"To the best waitress in the world," Kelly read as she grinned from ear to ear. She opened it up and found five dollars inside. She shook her head, "I think I'm gonna cry."
"Please, don't, I think you've shed your share of tears for the year," Zack joked.
Kelly smiled as they both continued to pick up plates from the tables, when A-12 came on the jukebox. They both glanced at each other to see if the other noticed. When they caught each others eye, they laughed.
Kelly accused him with a playful face causing Zack to throw up his hands, "Hey, I didn't plan this, my only dollar went in that envelope."
"Well, we both know I'm too broke to buy a jukebox song," Kelly chuckled.
"For old time's sake?" Zack asked offering her his hand.
Kelly put down her tray and put her hand in his. He led her to the open floor in front of the jukebox. Kelly rested her arms on Zack's shoulders as he put his hands on her waist. They swayed back and forth smiling shyly at each other.
"I forgot how much I liked this song," Zack told her.
"Me too," Kelly replied softly.
There was an awkward silence for a moment.
"Kelly," Zack began.
"Zack," Kelly spoke simultaneously.
"You go first," he offered.
"You were my hero."
"Were?" he kidded. "Nah, I did what any decent guy would do."
"I was mean to you, and you still helped me. I just wanted to say thank you."
"I'm so glad we are friends," she stepped closer and rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music.
"Yeah," Zack spoke softly, his voice lined with a bit of sadness, "me too." He paused, "We're friends." He wasn't sure if that came out as a question or a statement.
"Best friends," Kelly whispered. "What were you going to say?"
"Nothing," Zack lied.
In silence, they both danced until the song faded out.