Seabrook, Hadley

A Gallon of Superman

I was woken with a start and a puddle of drool on my pillow at the sound of the loud ringtone of my stupid phone.

Thinking it was my mother, I ignored it, but the persistent looser that broke me from my sleep kept calling over and over again.

"Hello?" I asked, refusing to lift my head from my damp pillow.

"Hadley, are you coming down soon?" I jolted up, realizing that it was Elliot's voice on the other line. I looked at the clock on the wall above my door.

"Shit," I hissed under my breath, looking at my outfit and wondering if it was acceptable. I was wearing soccer sweatpants and a navy blue shirt. I shrugged and pulled on some slippers.

"Sarah!" I called, running to the bathroom to do a mouth gargle.

"Do you want some breakfast?" Sarah said calmly, entering the bathroom in her penguin pajama pants and an old Shelly's Surf Shack shirt that was a bit too big on her. I shook my head and spit out the minty liquid in my mouth.

"No, I'm very late and have to go," I said, shaking my head and pulling my hair into a ponytail. "I'm just not going to be joining you for breakfast." I gave her a quick hug before running down the stairs and grabbing my wallet and keys and speeding out the door to the car which held a very annoyed Elliot.

"It's about time," he said, angrily.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you guys invited me down to the beach last night," I said with a huff before buckling myself in. I looked at Elliot expectantly and motioned towards the gas pedal. "Drive."

He rolled his eyes but sped off. "You know, you didn't have to stay until we left, so it is your fault."

"Yeah, but I didn't have a car to get home with so it isn't my fault," I shot back.

"Maybe, but you could've just gotten your own car, so it is your fault."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it would've fit excellently on the plane," I said before rolling my eyes. He laughed.

I sighed. Maybe I was late on my second week of work, and maybe I was still in my pajamas, but last night was fun. We all went down to the beach, except for Luke, who backed out when he realized that Zane was going. It probably didn't help that Elliot was tagging along either, and he didn't seem to like me very much, so the whole idea was probably very unappealing.

We went down to the beach, cooked some marshmallows and hot dogs on a bonfire, and just talked for a while about stuff.

And by a while, I mean about five hours.

I didn't mind, I was growing to love the group of people I had met, though Bree only liked me when she was drunk, and even then she really only liked my hair, but other than her, I was warming up to the people I was working with.

"Elliot, why the hell are you so late?" Bree said before sliding in beside Waverley.

"Someone slept in," he said, shooting me a sideways glare. Getting home at 2 am sends one to bed quickly, causing them to not do anything until they were dreaming, causing them to not set their alarm, and causing them to be late in their second week of work. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't ignore the fact that Bree was shooting daggers into my back.

"It's not my fault," I said, squirming under the pressure of Bree's glare, "you guys are fun."

"Yeah, we know." Waverley batted her eyelashes and laughed. "Why do you think Zoe hired us?"

"It's true, we all suck at working," Elliot said, and I rolled my eyes. No wonder they hired me so quickly.

"It's my kind of job then," I said with a smirk.