ℙ𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 <Oneshots>

A Week n' 3 Days (Angst)

Emma's POV

I fucking hate working here. It's literally one of my biggest regrets ever in my life and I have a lot of them. I'd rather work at Starbucks. Paul and I's work schedule always over laps and I hate it. I get home hours after he does. Today is Friday and I'm staying here till 9 which is so fucking confusing. Add this work shift plus homework. College isn't a regret cause I actually put effort into it. I stay up every single night finishing up homework and studying for a quiz that's gonna be a month from now.

"Your eyes bags are getting darker, you know that?" Zoey comes up from behind asking.

"That's not a appropriate question to ask me asshole." I replied rubbing my eyes coming back to reality.

It wasn't a busy day as I thought it would be. We always get our regulars in the morning, not in the afternoon. Time currently being 7.

"You know Nora isn't gonna be too happy with you just standing there and doing nothing." Zoey snarls.

"Yes I know that, can you just leave me alone?" I politely ask before losing my shit.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed." She jokes and walks off on her phone while chewing on gum that's so loud I can probably hear it from across the world.

Yea waking up. I woke up at 2 AM not being able to go to bed. Just two more hours you can make it Emma. I'll just sneak my phone to past the time. I grab my phone out of pocket and started through the reminders on phone. I made a study schedule and it was surprisingly beneficial. All the assignments my teachers are posting for tomorrow, Paul's messages, more stuff that my eyes can't bother to read. My head starts pounding and everything goes blurry for second. The only things my eyes managed to read was one of Paul's messages...

My Dork
Hey I'm gonna pick you from work by the way!! Don't forget!! I love you ❤

I wanted to reply but the message was a few hours ago so why do now? My eyes become numb and they kept trying to fall, luckily I still had some strength to stay awake. Those nights where I would stay up till 6 and wake up at 7 is what helped my strength to stay awake.

"She hasn't got sleep for the past- fuck sake I don't even know how long." I over hear Zoey talking to Nora.

"Her mouth of hers gets on my nerves but this staying up habit gots to stop. I'll cut her slack and I'll call her I don't even know up."

"The black coffee boyfriend?"

"Don't." I turn around. They give me concerned looks. Looks that I can't stand myself.

"Em- we have to... don't act like we don't know about this fucking habit of yours-" Nora tries to speak but I immediately cut her off.

"Don't you act like you fucking care... you've made me feel like shit since the day I started working here. I'll keep working and get my hours in. I don't care." I yell and slam my arm into the counter. Thank god no one is in here.

"I'll call him." Zoey states and walks off to grab the phone.

"Don't you dare... last thing I need is coming home to Paul worried and thinking this is all his fault. He doesn't deserve me." I go on. My eyes couldn't function and my head felt like it was creating rumbles. It was like there was an earthquake in my head. I lean my head down supporting it with my hands. The noise just got worse. A loud ring was extraordinary and I couldn't take it.

"He's coming Em. Please get some sleep." Zoey comes back in.

"Why the fuck do you guys care now?" I felt this rage start fuel me. Something pressed the gas.