Marshall

Trouble

If you didn't skip the last chapter, you know that things were fine in my life.
Friends, or I dare to say , family and a girlfriend.
Charlotte and I really meant to be. She was so perfect and she made me happy. I was doing my best to keep her on her feet. With her help, I got a part time job in a cafe. It was a nice change. I really hated not having money..and having Stephan buy me things. I've been working there for a few months , alas, it didn't pay much. My studies cost a lot.. so...let's just say I took a trip back to my old habit.
What does it mean ? You'll understand soon..

- When Monica warned me first I didn't believe her. I know how you two don't get along.
- And she lied again..
- How dare ?? I caught you boy! Be happy I don't call the police!

Derek Davis was my boss. He was strict. Not in Mrs Rosa's way...she was at least a good hearted woman. But this man? Eh..

- I didn't want to believe that someone like YOU  has the nerve to steal! But here we are!
- Mr Davis..
- Give back the money and you're free to leave! I don't need a criminal here!
- Mr Davis..only a few dollars. I admit ..I took them because I'm broke. But you never give me a raise..even though I work so hard. I do the janitor's job too..
- You don't need to work here anymore. You. Are. FIREEEEEEEED!!!

That's about my luck...

- You have 12 hours to provide the money you stole . Give back the uniform and get out of my face!

How am I supposed to provide almost 100 dollars in such a short time..?

- Whatever...I hated this job anyway.
- Great, because I make sure none of my family members ever hire your ungrateful face, you damn orphan.

Now that was uncalled for.  How will I earn money? I can't ask Thunder to lend me money..
I went back to the dorm, pissed off and disappointed. I got no job, no money . What should I do now?  I know I shouldn't steal, I promised Mrs Rosa. But if you're poor like me, life is very rough.
When we were kids I used to take things from teachers just for fun then return after they got mad. It became a habit.. till I started to steal little things and they never noticed . Therefore I never got in trouble. I did steal money a few times. I stole where I could and whenever I needed. Dr Sanchez would say, it's a mental illness. I assume it is and I'm not proud of it at all..

I had plans for later but I didn't feel like doing any. I was in my bed, sulking and pondering .
Easy for others. Mommy and daddy pay their student loan. None of them work.. And I fucked up my only job. Nice..  I hoped that Charlotte wouldn't find out. As it was easy to get her, I felt, it'd be even easier to lose her..
She is such a cute little thing. Short, sweet, always modest and helpful. Always full of energy. She asks about me and my childhood, she's genuinely interested and she cares. I was deep in my depressing thoughts when someone knocked.

- Come in..

It was Stephan, he was in the library, trying to pick up girls..

- So early? I thought you were working till night.
- And if added plus one question..Why did you knock? It's your room too. And if you thought I was working, the question still stands.
- Oh well..no idea. But I'm still curious. Why are you back this early?
- Got myself fired..
- Why?!
- Maybe you'll judge me..not sure.. but..he caught me stealing money..now he gave me 12 hours to give it back or he reports to the police..
- What the hell?? And how much money are we speaking of?
- 98 dollars..
- Jesus man! Alright.. I lend you some money. I don't care when you will give back. I should have known you don't know how to steal properly.
- I beg your pardon?