Luscious

9. Employee's Discount

Song: ...baby one more time - The Marias

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Luscious

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"You'll start on Monday, you are dismissed." He said, picking up the paper with my signature on the bottom.

Without even looking in his direction, I stood up and left the room, making my way back to the common room to break the bad news to Angel and Brandi.

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I woke up the next morning to the blaring of my alarm as it read 9.00.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I slammed the alarm off, not wanting to start the day so early as I had just gotten back to my apartment at 5.00.

With only four hours of sleep behind me, I abruptly sat up and, in an attempt to wake myself up, splashed some cold water on my face which only left me cold, wet and annoyed.

I got ready for the day and went into the kitchen, glancing at what there was left, which wasn't very much, and pursed my lips as I took out the last two eggs and started to fry them. As they were cooking, I knocked on Robbie's door, trying to wake him up.

Saturday mornings were never his thing.

"Robbie, time to get up if you want to make it to practice," I called out through the door, loud enough to wake up the whole building before returning to my eggs.

I placed two pieces of toast in the toaster and put on the kettle, setting out two mugs for us.

Though we lived in New York, my parents had bought this apartment when they first moved which had now become a blessing since it had two bedrooms, which is a hard thing to find for a cheap rate, as well as the fact that we didn't have to pay rent.

The bills still came through though, and they were never kind.

Mumbling and grumbling, Robbie exited his room and headed to the bathroom, dragging his feet behind him.

I chuckled to myself at his hate for waking up early, especially on a Saturday, though he had no choice if he wanted to continue playing football.

I placed the fried eggs and toast on a plate as well as some butter on the side for him and finished the teas, taking mine into my room to get ready for my day jobs.

I fished my drab uniform out of the back of my closet and put on the ugly collared shirt and black trousers, tucking it in to make it just a little bit more fashionable, and swiped on some eyeliner and mascara.

I grabbed my bag, something that had started to come apart from the seams, and stuffed it with all my necessities before quickly finishing my tea and entering the kitchen yet again.

"Hey Robs," I said, lightly ruffling his hair, "Have a game today?"

He nodded, his mouth full of toast and eggs.

"Okay, buena suerte, se que lo haras asombroso."

Translation: Good luck, I know you'll do amazing

I washed my mug, placing it in the drying rack.

"¿Yendo a trabajar?" He asked, finally taking a break from stuffing his mouth to take a sip of his tea.

Translation: Going to work?

"Si, when's your game end?" I asked, turning around and leaning on the sink.

I watched with obvious disgust as he shoved half a piece of toast in his mouth at once.

"Around 1ish, I think."