Friends

Part 3

I felt like the lowest form of being when I got ready for work. A peasant in the presence of Gods. But I need money, and I ain't rich, so it's time. For me to enter Hell.

At least the job is somewhat fun.  I’m in some black knee length loose shorts and a black and white striped tee. Now from that fit you're probably thinking my job is a cartoon robber. However you would be wrong, I work at the one. The only.

    Rollerrama.

    I walk in and I'm immediately high-fived by my favorite coworker Daniel.

    “Hey you sexy beast.” He said after our hands connected.

    “Me? Well what about you hot stuff?” I fanned myself and looked him up and down.

“Stahp, stawp.” He said striking more poses and I swooned.

“Oi love birds get to work.” Our boss Katie said, giving us a look of mock anger.

“Yes ma’am!” We said and unison and tied our skates.

“Where are you working today?” I asked.

“Rink, you?”

“Prize counter.”

“Hey~ at least I’ll get to be near you all day.” He leaned into me and I smirked.

“Oh Romeo what would I be without you?”

“A very lonely and depressed girl married to some thirty year old asshole my dear Juliet.” 

“At least that way I would’ve lived past fourteen.” We cracked up and left to do our respective jobs.

    Eight hours later I exited the roller rink waiting for my phone to start up again, once it did my phone was frantic with notifications. Mostly just people on Insta commenting on a post or adding to their story. But I had a few texts so I’ll check those in a bit.

    I felt a prickling on the back of my neck and my stomach dropped. I realized that it was silent, and I was completely and utterly alone. I started walking, desperate to get to civilization, but I heard footsteps behind me. I panicked and called the first person I saw in my contacts and prayed that they would pick up.

    “Y/n? I’m filming a vlog. Can this wait?”

    “No, not really. I’m so sorry but can you come get me?” I asked him.

    “What’s happening? Y/n are you okay?” He seemed a bit panicked now and I cursed. I didn’t want to freak him out.

    “I’m being followed.” I whispered into the phone walking a bit faster.

    “Where are you?” He was suddenly dead serious.

    “I’m on my way home. Can you meet me at Rich & Pour?”

    “I’ll be there in ten.”

    “Chris?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Thank you.” I hung up the phone and speed walked to the coffee shop. Thank god it was nearby, I guess this is what I get for being a woman right. I walk right in and order a decaf caramel frap at a small circular table in the corner. Watching the door anxiously. The waitress dropped off my drink and I slipped her a five. Always good to tip the waitstaff as I always say.

I sat watching the door and sipping my coffee, my leg shaking violently under the table.

A.N. Hey! I know not a ton of people have read my little story but if you have I hope you like it so far! Thanks!