FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

+SUMMER'S EPILOGUE pt. 2+

+MALIA+

"Malia, make sure you wipe the tables down before you go."

I roll my eyes as hard as I possibly can as I grab the sanitizer wipes. I was already about to do that. I do it before I leave every day. Why Raeya feels the need to tell me these things like I don't do them anyway? I don't know. Maybe she likes the sound of her own voice. Maybe she just really likes hearing herself talk.

I, on the other hand, am sick of it.

"I know. I do it every single day." I respond in an annoyed tone as I walk from behind the counter.

Raeya walks up from the back and pokes her head out.

"What'd you say?" She asks as if she thinks I'm scared to repeat myself. I'm not. I said what I said and it wasn't disrespectful. That's a legitimate response.

"I said I know. I do it every day. I don't need to told to do something that I do every single shift." I open the sanitizer wipes pack and take one out to clean the first table.

"Well, I'm just reminding you. I don't need the attitude."

"And I don't need to be reminded. I'm telling you that I know to do it already. I've done it every shift for the past two summers. I know what I'm doing."

"Have I been here for the past two summers? No, I haven't. I'm not these other managers. I don't know what you do and what you don't do. I don't know you from a can of paint so I'm just doing my job as your manager and you do you're job as the seasonal employee."

I pause in wiping the tables and look at her. Because who the fuck? She's already walking away and my eyes follow her to the back.

It's only June.

It's only June. I have to remind myself. I have all of July and the first week of August to get through with this girl. That's it. That's not that bad. I can do that. I spent a whole year of college with a bitch I couldn't stand living right down the hall. I can do this.

This ain't shit. I got it.

"Breathe, Lia. She is not worth your job. I'm telling you. Ignore the hell out of her." Julie pep talks as she sweeps the floor.

"She get on my fucking nerves."

"She get on everybody damn nerves. She got a fucking power complex that needs therapeutic attention. She makes me sick."

"Julie! Come get these customers. Malia can sweep the rest of the floor when she's done with the tables."

"No, I can't." I finish wiping the final table and look at the clock.

Yeah, hell nah. Definitely can't.

I throw out the used wipes in the garbage can by the front and close the pack back. Namjoon's car pulls into the lot and I smile as I turn around.

"What you mean, 'no you can't'? You're still clocked in and the floors need to be swept."

Raeya talks as I walk behind the counter. I take the apron from around my waist and toss it into the dirty bin.

"I was supposed to clock out at seven o'clock. It's 7:06. I'm leaving as soon as you're done counting my drawer." I cross my arms and lean on the counter, watching her count the money.

She stops and looks at me. "You know you could be written up for this, right?"

"No I can't. I've done my specified duties for my shift and it's past my clock out time. So unless you want to explain why I'm 10, 15 minutes past my shift and my drawer still isn't counted, I'm leaving."