Calum had been working as a pizza man for the past three months. He got a bike and a raincoat and signed in for the job, needing to pay for his studies somehow.
He didn't particularly like that kind of job, but what other job could a 18 years old boy with no special talents applicato for? He was no ore than a run away, alone and with low money, he needed this job, as shitty as it was.
The one thing he hated the most, was working on rainy days. He hated the raindrops on his face, the slippery roads and the runny nose that usually followed. So, he knew it would have been a bad day from the moment he stepped out of home and it was already pouring down.
With a sigh, he tried to cover himself as much as he could, the so called waterproof raincoat was anything but waterproof. When he arrived at work, he was already drenched, his pants were sticking to his legs and his feet were drowning in the puddles of his shoes.
"Weather's awful," he mumbled, lowering his hoodie and shaking his head like a dog, his wet hair lying limp on his forehead.
Eveline, the owner of the place, gave him a pityful smile. "I can see that. We only have one order today," she said, kind of upset.
Calum wasn't on the same page. He figured that people pitied riders and realised that it was selfish to make them work under such a storm. Well, most of people did, but someone still wanted their food comfortably delivered home.
"The Irwins?" Ashton asked.
Eveline nodded, lazily washing her hands. "Hope the tips are worth it."
Calum hummed. "They are. Dudes are rich as fuck."
She set the pizza in Calum's bag, "You can go home after this, I won't be open any longer."
Calum nodded, as he put the hoodie back over his head. He got the bag and left.
A large pepperoni pizza, potato chips and four vegan nuggets. He knew the order by memory, it was always the same and they wanted it delivered at nine o'clock. Calum had been ten minutes late once and they didn't give him any tip.
Rain was seeping everywhere into his body. He could feel his underwear uncomfortably sticking to his bum and despite the raincoat, water was running down his neck and behind his back, making him freeze. He could barely feel his fingers, regretting not wearing gloves.
Thankfully he knew the way perfectly, after all he had been there every week for the past three months.
It took him half an hour, but he was almost there. He only had to turn right at the crossroads and go all the way down the street, then he'd see the big white house with the nice fence and well kept flowerbeds.
As he was almost dreaming the moment he'd be back home and have a nice warm shower, his bike slipped on a puddle.
Calum almost felt it happen in slow motion. The bike slipped, he tried to turn right as he was supposed to, but couldn't control it. The wheels were turned, but the bike went straight. Thankfully no one else was dumb enough to be out with that weather, or else he'd be dead, as he was right in the middle of the crossroads.
There was lightening, then a thunder. And Calum was falling. And all he could think about, was the damn pizza.
He broke his fall with his arms, only focusing on saving the pizza.
"Auch," was the first thing he mumbled as he realised that he was lying on the streets, half of his body lying in another puddle, the other half on the concrete. "Ah," he mumbled again, struggling to sit up. He couldn't feel his body because of the cold, but he knew he was hurt. He had to be, he just rolled over for at least three or four meters. He glanced at his bike, one of the wheels was competely deflated and the iron was bent in a way it wasn't supposed to. Calum had no doubt that he couldn't use it again. Great. It meant to things: first one, that he had to find another way home, second that he needed a new one if he wanted to keep the job.
