Broken ✓

Bonus

— you don't have to read this, it's not about the story. But I made two stories for my two friends and their biggest OPPS. Here's the first one. It's racist cuz my Mexican manager and I are racist to each other but we're both Mexican ok so pls don't cancel me! :( The first two ppl know about this story and everyone at work read it.

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Dobie was thirty minutes late for the third time that week. Granted, this was the third day he was scheduled, so in other words: He was late every single day so far. And that was why he was greeted by a pissed off Rafael the moment he walked through those doors.

"Why are you late, man?" Rafael said, before Dobie even had the chance to clock in. Dobie sighed to himself. He really didn't want to deal with Rafael's bullshit. Normally, only Sydney sees Rafael because she is his replacement. Today, however, Sydney was at home, sick. That lucky bitch.

"Hello? I was supposed to leave thirty minutes ago! I'm tired," Rafael continued. "Claudia wouldn't let me clock out until you got here."

Dobie waited until he was actually clocked in before addressing Rafael—after all, why would he talk to him off the clock?

"I overslept," Dobie answered. In hind sight, he probably should've came up with some excuse. Claudia and Ginger let his tardiness slide. But Rafael, on the other hand, absolutely hated him, so of course he didn't do the same.

What Dobie didn't except, though, was for Rafael to pull out a write up. Dobie blinked at the piece of paper, and then looked at Rafael's smug face. Wow, his face looked really punchable. Dobie shook away that thought. The last thing he needed to do was resort to violence.

"Okay, I'll sign it, give me a second," Dobie said, attempting to walk past. His hat was on backwards and his hair was all messy. He needed to make himself presentable.

Rafael didn't seem to care about that. He grabbed Dobie's arm. "No! You will sign it now so I can leave."

Dobie turned to look at Rafael, his eyes narrowed into slits. He really wanted to punch the taller man now. Why the fuck did he think it'll be a good idea to touch him?

"I suggest you remove your arm before I grab my gun."

"Is that a threat?" Rafael scowled at Dobie, who tried to look intimidating, despite the fact he was two heads shorter than the Mexican.

"Don't fucking touch me." Dobie yanked his arm out of Rafael's grasp. "Don't fucking do that again."

"Or else what?" Rafael said, grabbing onto Dobie's arm again. "What are you going to do about it?"

Dobie gritted his teeth and pushed Rafael back. Mind you, they were just behind the counter, in view of the camera and the lobby. A couple of customers were quickly taking notice of the weird tension that the Taco Bell managers were causing.  

"Did you just shove me, bro?" Rafael said, shoving Dobie much harder than he had shoved him.

Dobie stumbled back. He tried to balance himself, but he ended up falling backwards. In a panic, Rafael tried to catch him, only to fall on top of Dobie—their lips crashing onto each other.

"Hey, what's going on up—here...." Ginger asked, coming around the corner. The last thing that she expected to see was Dobie on the ground with Rafael on top of him, kissing. "Oh. Um, take your time..." Then she walked away to go find Claudia. She really wanted to forget that image.

Dobie and Rafael were both too shocked to get up at first, but hearing Ginger's voice snapped them out of it. They quickly got up, gagging. They couldn't even look at each other.