Gay Panic

Chapter III

Being the daughter of the club's owner brings its perks with it. Because no normal person would just walk up to a couple and scream at them to leave the club. Well, that's not even what separates her from other people, it's grabbing a glass of water and dumping it over their heads that does. She returned to us with a smile of victory on her face and it's safe to say that we didn't see them or their friends for the rest of the night. Speaking of that the rest of the night was nowhere near as eventful as the start and so as the hours went by and the club started to get emptier my shift neared its end.

"Damn, I hate working so long," I yawned. "Yeah, you never fully get used to it I assume," Sara replied, emptying her locker and closing it. "I suppose so. Well, at least I can go to sleep now." I said cheerfully, opening the back entrance of the club.

"And you won't hear Dylan's snoring tonight," Sara remarked, while she locked the door behind us. "Oh, so he is staying at your place tonight?" I asked. Tyson looked as confused as I did since he thought he brought Dylan to the club to be able to walk home with me after my shift was done.

"Come on, I don't snore that much Sara! You're my girlfriend, you know that you're supposed to be on my site." Dylan exclaimed, pretending to be hurt by the betrayal of his girlfriend. "Yeah, yeah and penguins can fly, Dylan you sound like a machine gun at night. I wonder how Ethan can sleep in the same dorm as you," Tyson replied before he entered his car leaving Dylan no time for a comeback. "Yeah, I'm with Tyson on this one," Sara added.

I waved after Tyson as he drove off into the distance. Sara, Dylan and I said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. With my headphones on I loosened my bow tie and opened up a button on my shirt, making my way back to the campus.

I closed the door with my heel after I quickly went inside. I was so desperate for some sleep that I didn't even think about a proper meal and just directly headed to bed after laying out my uniform for the next day and putting on my pajamas. This night was, even for club standards, a bit out of the ordinary so while falling asleep I hoped for a better workday tomorrow.

Waking up without an alarm is stressing me out to the point where I think I overslept. Remembering that it was Saturday tho I quickly calmed down and with this little shock getting out of bed wouldn't be so hard. With a growling sound from my stomach, I was reminded of the lack of nutrients I consumed yesterday.

I got up to check if there was anything left inside our dorm that I could eat. "Well damn, there is no food in any of the cabinets or the mini fridge," I said to myself. This realization put me in an awful spot where I either decided to go grocery shopping or skip breakfast. And with yet another growling sound from my tummy, I was quickly reminded that the latter was not a viable option. And if I were still at home I know exactly what my mum would say "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!". With this my decision was clear.

I went to the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the day. Since I would have to change it later for work again I went with a simple pair of jeans, a shirt portraying my love for Star Wars and a bandana that made my bed hair look slightly better than before. Pleased with my look, I made my way to the nearest convenience store to get some groceries.

Having both your workplace and a place to get your groceries nearby sure comes in handy a lot of the time. But with it being this close to the university it happens quite often that you run into familiar faces however seeing him here was not what I was expecting or hoping for.

Like a ghost, the figure disappeared behind a shelf and I was left standing at the opening of the store. Was my mind playing tricks on me or that I just see that jackass? No way, I figured, I only saw the back of this guy for a couple of seconds at best. How could I be sure that that's him? Nevertheless, I did see him most of the time from behind since his front was quite occupied. Furthermore, the only time that I did see his face I was more focused on what he said rather than how he looked. Hence no wonder that I would be able to recognize him by his back profile rather than his front profile.

There were now two options for me to buy my groceries at this store regardless of him, which is technically the standard option because how likely is it that he even remembers me? However, if he does remember me then as the guy who got his co-worker to pour a cup of water on him. So the best option would be to go to another store.

However, it's still quite early in the morning and I'm not willing to walk another five-ish minutes, so hopefully the alcohol made him lose his memories of me and he'll just focus on his business. So I made my way to the very back of the store and started filling up my shopping basket with whatever I felt like eating for the next couple of days.

Admittedly this right now looks quite stupid as I'm hiding one aisle behind the guy while he hasn't moved away from the beverage aisle. At least I now know that he is the guy from the club. Yet, he doesn't seem to be moving anytime soon and it's not like I can just leave without any water though once I go around the corner he'll most certainly see me.

So instead of wasting my time standing around like an idiot, I proceed to go through the store again, making sure I got everything I need besides the water and hope that he'll be gone once I'm back.

As I was standing in front of some instant noodle packages thinking If I wanted to try a different flavor this time I heard footsteps behind me. "Hey, bar-boy," the nameless guy said, making me take in a sharp breath. "Oh...hi...eh...I got places to be," I stumbled over every word while grabbing a package and waving with it like that's gonna let me get off the hock.