Traitor

Fresh Meat

The man had light, innocent hair that contrasted with the frat boy energy he gave off. When he walked in a group of also frat boy esque boys called him over. I must have stared too long because Chole was snapping in my face. 

"Hey! You ok?" He asked. I told him I was fine, and apologized for "Zoning out". He then proceeded to present evidence to me, and talk about the case he was working on. I just half listened to Chole , because my mind was focused on the new boy that had walked in. 

Chole had paid, then walked out thanking me profusely for listening. I told him it was no problem, and that he was welcome anytime.  Bennet was tending the frat party, but the Blondie was all eyes on me. I ignored him ,and served the next customer. I have to deal with Chole first, then I can gat the Frat Boiz a taste of their own medicine. My rule was always to focus on one guy at a time. Blondie would have to wait. Most unfortunate, If i do say so myself.

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My shift ended at around 4am. Nothing super interesting happened so I just kinda went about my business. I got home and immediately got into the shower. I was in there for like 30 minutes just trying to scrub the alcohol smell off of my precious skin. I am a bit of a clean freak, so honestly I should just get a better job. But oh well, Im stuck now. I finished my long ass shower and walked over to my very comfortable looking bed. I tucked myself into the duvet and tried to sleep. But to no avail. I somehow found my mind drifting to the thought of Chole.

As hard as I try not to become infatuated with the man, I can't help it. He is intoxicating. His everything lives in my head, the way he walks, talks, and even the way his eyes light up when he sees me. He just makes me feel so perfect, and loved. Though I know he won't live much longer. That thought rips me out of my internal gushing, and reminds me of the mission I'm on. I put myself in this position, so I must follow through.

The Next Morning

I woke up to a text. The loud ding pulling me out of a restful slumber.

Hey! I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me at some point. I know you are quite the busy woman, but I would love to treat you.

My first thought while reading this was, 'whoa there'. The number was unknown so I just assumed it was a wrong number. I sent no reply. I then got up and walked into the bathroom. Today was my one day off, so I took my precious time getting ready. I had made plans with my best friend to go out shopping. I gladly accepted the offer when it was asked, so spending money was the only thing on my agenda for today.

A few hours later, I was chilling on my bed waiting for my best friend to knock on my door. After a couple more minutes, I heard the fist hitting my black wood door. I shot up and did the excited little jog, and threw open the door.

"ALEISHA!!!!" I yelled. I had not seen her in weeks, which for us was like years.

"VERONICAAA" she yelled back, with just as much enthusiasm.

"God I am so ready to spend some fucking money." I said. Every word was true, I used shopping as a way to take care of myself. Some might call it unhealthy, but I couldn't give any shits less. Aleisha then grabbed my arm and walked me out of the apartment complex.

The rest of our day was filled with so many clothes, and perfumes. I think I went nose blind from the sheer amount of perfume Aleisha sprayed on me. We were walking out of a Gucci store, when I heard a voice,

"You didn't reply to my text."