Sickly Intertwined

Chapter Six:

My alarm sounds, telling me to wake up. I shut it off. I never went to sleep last night. I follow my usual routine in the morning. Putting on some baggy jeans and a sweater, brushing my hair, brushing my teeth, and putting on some concealer to cover the bags under my eyes. Grabbing my purse and keys, I walk out the door and climb into my car. It's a quiet morning, however, my mind is anything but.

The second we pulled into the driveway last night I jumped out of the car. Once I unlocked the door I went straight upstairs and into my room. I didn't leave my room for the rest of the night. Obviously, I have to tell Fawn what had happened, but not while he was there.

It's Saturday morning but I have a shift at Caviers's (the restaurant that I work at). I get out of my car, locking it and walking inside. I go into the breakroom, clock in, and put my purse and keys into my locker. Walking to the front, I tie my apron around my waist and wait for customers to arrive. My coworker Lacy and I conversate for a while, talking about classes mostly and just catching up on our daily lives.

A group of six boys walk through the door. As they sit at one of the tables in my section, I grab six menus along with silverware napkins and walk over to greet them.

As I approach the table my eyes fall on the familiar pair of green eyes. Corvin.

"Welcome to Cavier's, my name is Grace, I'll be your server today. What can I get for you to drink?" I smile at them using my customer service voice.

"I'll take a coke," one of them says.

"Water." Corvin.

"Same."

"I'll take a beer"

"Coke."

I write the orders down. "Alrighty and can I see your ID please?" I say to the boy who ordered the beer.

"Really? I'm obviously 21."

"Yes, I'm sorry I just have to make sure," I smile awkwardly. I honestly don't care how old you are, but I'm not going to lose my job because you turn out to be 19 or something.

"Well, I forgot it so just get me the beer." I can tell he's getting annoyed now.

"I'm sorry, I can't serve you alcohol unless I see an I-"

"DAMMIT just get me the beer!" My body flinches at his outburst.

"Watch your tone. You're acting like a child. It is not her fault that you're an idiot and left your ID. Order something else or shut up." Corvin speaks up from his seat, glaring at the boy with a serious look. Kill me.

"Whatever. Root beer."

"Okay, I'm so sorry again. I'll have those drinks right out for you guys." I walk away as fast as I can. This is going to be a long shift.

***

None of the boys gave me any more problems after that. In fact, they left me a $70 tip on a $110 check. The rest of my shift went smoothly. I was working a double today, so I got a 30-minute break at around 8pm. I grab my bag and walk towards the parking lot. I needed a smoke if I was going to last the rest of my shift. As I'm walking towards my car, I see Corvin leaning against his own car, parked a few spots away from mine.

"Sorry about Nick." He says, stopping me in my tracks. I was walking past his car when he spoke up.

"It's fine. I've had the same conversation about a hundred times."

"It's a good thing you didn't serve him. He's only nineteen, you could've gotten in trouble." I knew it.

I sigh annoyed in response. He turns his head toward me as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes, surprisingly he offers me one. I nod and walk over to him. He hands me one, taking another out the pack for himself and lights it. Handing me the lighter once he's done. I lean back on his car, about a foot to his left and inhale the beautiful nicotine. Sighing from the instant relief it gave me. I feel his eyes roaming the side of my face and I turn my head to look at him.