Love's Contract

Chapter 1: Charlotte

My alarm goes off, waking me up. I rub my eyes, it's way to early for this (it's 4 pm). I check the time, shit, shit, shit. I'm gonna be fucking late. I jump out of my bed, rushing to the bathroom. I knock on the door, "Kate, get out. I'm late. I need the bathroom." She gets out with a towel as she wipes her face. "Shit, good luck." I rush my shower, blow drying my hair and doing my makeup at the same time. I go into my bedroom, choosing what to wear. Fuck, all my clothes are in the laundromat.

"Kate! I need to borrow some of your clothes, I have nothing to wear!" I yell.

I go into her room, grabbing some leather pants and a black long sleeved tight shirt. I quickly put it on, wrapping my hair into the worst bun. I run, putting on my heels. I grab my keys, "Bye Kate! I'm leaving." I shout out. I run out of the door, going into the garage and quickly found my car. 

After ten minutes or so, I reached the bar. Antonio's Bar and Liquor.

I get my things out of the car, rushing into the bar. I go behind the counter and found my name tag and apron. I quickly put it on, and just then someone started to approach me. "Made it just in time, Charlotte." He reeked of alcohol and desperateness. 

"Antonio, to what do I owe the pleasure to?" I smile sarcastically. He touches me on the shoulder. "You know, if you want a raise, I can easily give it to you but with a price." I push him off. "Yeah, no, this," I wiggle my index finger between us, "is not happening, now or ever." I turn around, putting on a smile and started to help customers. As long as I can remember, Antonio's a dick and a creep. He's always trying to sleep around with any woman. But I need this job so I'm stuck with him. 

"Char!" Isabel calls out. I turn around and see her in an apron with multiple stains.

We hug and start talking to each other. Isabel and I have been best friends since we were babies. Our moms have been best friends since college. From being born in the same hospital, to doing everything together, Iz is one of the only people I would trust with my life.

"Did Antonio try his shit with you?" She asks.

"Yeah was it that obvious?" We laughed.

"So how's it going with, what's his name? I can't keep track of all of your boyfriends." I tease.

"You mean Jake. And he's not my boyfriend. He's just someone who gives me pleasure." She smiles as I put two fingers in my mouth, pretending to vomit.

"Hey, I've been waiting for five minutes, who's going to serve me." We turn around to face a guy sitting on the barstool. He had his shirt unbuttoned half-way with a creepy look on his face. 

"Oh I'm so sorry," Isabel replies, sarcastically. Oh shit, she's going to do something. "So what would you like?" She says, batting her eyes. 

The guy sits up properly, "Thank you. Now, I would like a gin and tonic," he slips her 100 dollars, "and maybe a little something more tonight and your friend over there can join us as well." He winks his eye at both of us. Oh my god, I've seen people like this at bars but he may just be the most patheic one I've ever met. 

Isabel smiles as she makes the drink. When she's done she pours it into a glass, "Here you go." Just as he tried to take the drink from her hand, she grabs his shirt, and pours it down his chest. "And that's for thinking that we would ever sleep with a dickhead like you."

The man immediately gets up, furious as ever, "Oh you bitch, you're going to pay for this," he grabs apron, pulling her close to him. 

"Oh I wouldn't if I were you, this is a public space and I'm two seconds away from calling the police. So get you and your big ass of an ego out of this place. And if I ever see you here again, I will personally make sure you can't ever secretly jerk yourself off to another men's picture again." I say, smiling. 

The guy reluctantly lets go of Isabel, storming out of the bar. 

"Holy shit, that felt good." I say, letting out a deep breath. Isabel turns around and we both start laughing.