Relentless

Fifteen;

Once again, the drive was shorter than it should've been. Driving while upset makes me an asshole driver with horrible road rage, and I curse every other word, as I yell at everyone as if they can hear me.

Back inside my apartment, I change out of my crap work uniform, throwing both the shirt and pants into the trash. I knew I was supposed to give the shirt back, but I wasn't stepping foot into that store again, so they were not getting their shirts back. I change into a pair of jean shorts and tank top, grab my laptop off of the desk in my room, and head into the living room.

I plop down on the couch with a huff, and take my phone out of my purse. Since I was no longer at work, I decide to send Rydel a text letting her know I can hang out earlier.
Hey ! Turns out I'm free all day....&Forever. -_____- So whenever you want or can chill, we can.

As I wait for a response, I open my laptop, open iTunes, putting it on shuffle, skipping songs till I find a song worth listening to, and open Google Chrome. I make a mental list of any place I could see myself working, then start on my first of many applications, when my phone begins to ring.
"Hello?" I say answering.
"Hey, so why aren't you at work?" Rydel asks. I explain to her what happened. "That's really dumb. They shouldn't be able to do that."
"Yeah, you're telling me. I'm over it though, just about to start on some applications. I don't know what I'm going to do if I can't find a new job ASAP."
"Well good luck."
"Thanks, I need it."
"Did you tell anyone else yet?" And by "anyone else", I knew she meant Riker.
"No, not yet. It only just happened about a half hour ago, so I haven't exactly had a chance. Just don't say anything, I don't want anyone to worry."
"I won't." I let out a breath before I reply.
"So are you able to hang out earlier today?"
"That's why I called, well besides to find out why you weren't at work. I can't till later like we planned. I have to do some stuff around the house with the guys, then mom needed my help with something."
"Okay, that's fine. Just thought I'd see."
"Sorry."
"Don't be."
"So what are you going to do with your freedom?"
"Well, I'm going to fill out a couple of applications, then maybe head to the beach, since it's beautiful outside."
"Awe, you suck!"
"Sorry." I say with a laugh.
"Oh, I have to go. I'll text you later."
"Alright."

We say our goodbyes, and I get back to my application.

I close my laptop after an excruciating two hours. I had filled out about ten different applications, and with all the repetitive questions, it felt like I was at it for about five hours.

I check my phone, nothing new that was important. I sigh, stand, and stretch out my back, as I glance outside.
"Still looks nice." I say to myself.

Taking my laptop with me as I go into my room, I hook it up to the charger, then begin to get myself ready. I change into my bathing suit, putting the same tank top and shorts I had on before, over top. My beach bag was already filled with two towels, sunscreen, tanning oil, and an extra shirt and pair of shorts. I throw in my wallet, so I didn't have to bring my purse, along with some headphones, and one of the books I bought the day before.

Once I am just about ready, I grab my water bottle, and head out the door. In my car, I roll the windows down, to let the light warm breeze in. I set an alarm for 3pm, to make sure I leave by then so I would have enough time to get ready for when Rydel and I hang out later. Once the alarm is set, I put my phone in the center consule, and make my way to the beach.

Laying out my towel and setting out my chair, I take a breath of the salty air. It really is a beautiful day, so glad I'm not missing it now. I thought as I lay down on my towel. I plug the headphones into my phone, unlock the screen, open my music app, and turn on Mötley Crüe. While I was still messing with my phone, I open Instagram and take one of those cliché "legs on the beach" pictures. I edit the sharpness, brightness, and contrast of the picture, and post it with "#solobeachday" as the caption, with random beach related emojis. Once it showed it was uploaded, I put my phone down, turn onto my stomach, and relax, losing myself into the music.

After about ten songs, I get up, turn off the music and unplug the headphones, and stand. I was extremely warm from the sun and humidity, I needed to cool off in the water for a bit. Less than a minute, I was in and out. I take out my other towel to dry off a bit, but not fully. As I'm doing that, I thought I heard my name being called. I look around, see no one familiar, and sit down.
"Bobbie!" I heard it for sure that time. I stand, and look in the direction I heard it, and see my friend Kendall walking my way.
"Hey!" I say back. Kendall was one of the first friends I made when I moved out here. I hadn't seen him in a while, due to him recording music and touring as well. 
"What's up? How you been?" He says, pulling me into a hug when he reached me.
"Nothing, and I've been alright. You?"
"Same, same. How was tour life?" Kendall knew I went on tour with R5, though he didn't know why I did, when I would never go with him, even before Riker and I got together.
"It was fun." I say, as I remember how badly the second half of the tour was.
"The way you said it, doesn't seem like it was."
"It was, just things got a little bumpy towards the end."
"What happened?" I tell him a light verison of what happened. "Damn. You know, none of that would've happened if you came on tour with me."
"And you know Riker wouldn't be okay with that."
"But you didn't say you wouldn't." Kendall smirks. My phone starts to ring, and I knew exactly who it was.
"I'm not saying anything, but you know it wouldn't be a good idea." I say as I pick up my phone, locking the screen to silence it. I didn't want to send it straight to voicemail, I didn't want Riker to think I was avoiding him, even though I wasn't. I didn't want to be rude by answering it.
"It would be a great idea!"
"In your mind maybe. It's never going to happen. Tour, or anything."
"Never say never." He says with a wink.
"Okay, Biebs."
"Alright, seriously though. How are things now between you two?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure. Things are still a little weird, but we'll get through it."
"Well, I hope the best for you both. And if things don't work out, you know where to find me."
"Not funny." I say nudging him.