Razorblade (An Aaron Ramsey Story)

Chapter Two

Rachel yawned as she cleaned the counter, the song she listened to blasting through the earphones. The club was empty – it was five P.M. after all – and after she was nudged by one of her co-workers was that she realized that the girl had been talking to her.

 “Oops” She smiled coyly as she took the earphones off “What were you saying?”

 “I was just asking you what you did yesterday. It was your day off, right?” The co-worker, Jane, raised an eyebrow, counting some bottles for the inventory.

 “Hum, yes. I actually went on a date.” Rachel said, trying not to make a big deal out of it “But anyway, how was…”

 “O-M-G, a date? That’s so exciting darling! How was it? Who is he? What were you wearing? Where did he take you? Tell me everything.” Jane grabbed her hand, squealing and Rachel’s eyes went wide.

 She hated, just hated those girly-girls. With the squeals, the gossiping, the “darlings”, the back-stabbing… That’s why she and Gabe were such good friends – both of them were nothing like that.

 Rachel just shrugged, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear as she walked over to the employee’s room “It was okay, I guess”

 “Okay? Your first date after you ‘gave up dating’” Jane made quotation marks “And it was only okay?”

 “I’m still over dating.” Rachel said boldly “And… How do you even know that? It’s none of your business”

 “Outch, rude much?” The girl said offended, taking a step back.

 “Outch, get a life much?” She replied sarcastically, exchanging her working clothes for her regular clothes – skinny jeans, knee high boots and a v-neck.

 Jane turned around, muttering something that sounded like “Immature” as Rachel rolled her eyes, picking up her things.

 The thing was: her date with Aaron had gone a lot better than okay, but she didn’t want to admit that. Not to Jane, not to Gabe, not even to herself. What was the point of going on an amazing date if she had given up on that?

 Aaron was a mess – a hot mess – with the whole “I’ve never been dumped” thing, but still, he managed to be charming, sarcastically funny and when Rachel laid her head on the pillow after the date, she couldn’t hold a smile from her lips.

 “Rachel?” Her boss whispered, taking her off her daydreams “There’s this really creepy guy waiting on the bar, he says he wants to talk to you.”

 “Excuse me?” She raised an eyebrow, spying through the door to see of who he was talking about.

 “If you want to, I can call security to kick him out” He offered and Rachel nodded negatively, biting her lower lip.

 The guy wore a sweater with printed pants, his face covered up by a pair of huge glasses and a baseball cap, his fingers tapping on a baby-store bag as he looked around. He scratched the tip of his nose, wrinkling it and Rachel’s eyes went wide.

 She knew who this guy was – it was him.

 “I know him.” Rachel motioned to the guy, fixing the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

 “Good. Now get him out of the club before it opens or he might scare some costumers with that weird outfit of his.”

 “I’ll talk to him. See you tomorrow, Richard.”

 Rachel walked over to him, determination evident on her every step as she got closer. “What are you doing here?”

 “Well, hello to you too.” Aaron said ironically, finishing his beer and leaving twenty pounds on the counter, getting up.