in for the ride

i dont like liars - chpt three

"Love you too, Kim."

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I was staying at Jessie's house for a while. I didn't have anywhere else to go and i wasn't gonna try my luck on the street. Knowing me, I'd end up in some sort of drug trafficking thing.

Jessie's mom let me sleep on the couch, but the only catch was i had to get a job.

So, i got working papers from my school, and made up a resume, then went around asking.

Finally, i ended up getting a job at a local gas station. I was a janitor. So, nothing very great, but, I'm getting that bread.

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I sat at my lunch table and put my bag next to me. I grabbed my sandwich out and started munching. Jessie was sick so i was sitting alone today. I prayed she didn't get me sick when i got back.

I sat alone for a while, enjoying the time to myself before someone sat down in front of me.

I looked up and saw Jon. I cringed.

"Hi, Kim." Was all he said.

I stared at him, still chewing.

His dark brown eyes stared into mine. "How's it goin'?" He tilted his head slightly.

I swallowed and stared at him.

"Okay, not in the mood to chat, huh?" Jon raised a brow.

I stared at him.

"What do you want, Jon?" I finally questioned.

Jon looked surprised that i actually used my voice. He coughed and looked around before setting his gaze on me again.

"What happened?" He gestured vaguely at my face.

I tensed up. I had a couple of people ask me, and so i lied and told them i just fell really hard. But I can't lie to Jon. He saw what happened. I mean, why is he even asking?

I cleared my throat after a moment.

"Uh, nothin', why?" I looked away for a moment before resting my gaze on him again.

"I don't like liars."

"I'm not lyin'." I glared at him.

"I saw what happened."

"Then why the hell are you asking me 'what happened'?" I hissed at him.

Jon looked guilty for a moment before anger set on his face.

"Damn woman, I'm just asking." He rolled his eyes and stood up, walking away from me.

I watched as he left, feeling like an ass.

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I came back to Jessie's house after school, immediately having to get dressed and go walk to work. Jessie let me borrow her concealer to cover up the black eye, but the concealer kinda sucked, and it was a shade too light for me.

Whatever. Life could be a lot worse right now.

Which reminds me, i haven't heard anything from my mom, George, or Joey yet. And it's been a while. Around a week and a half.

I would've thought joey would at least call. Maybe my mom was holding him back, maybe not.

I'm glad George hasn't called. I don't wanna talk to that bastard ever again.

I grabbed my bag and walked out the door, making my way down to the gas station.

The walk was around ten minutes, which was nice to have to myself. The sun was out which was a nice change. The past week has felt like nothing but doom and gloom. The trees were swaying with the slight breeze.