Jet's Death

3 - Death By Customer

School finally ended for the day and yet I was still stuck with the atrocious sweater. Thank god I keep a comfy change of clothes at work.

Ever since freshman year, I had worked at Carrie's hometown ice cream shop and part of the job was wearing the uniform. Scooping ice cream, working the cash register, and giving the customer a big smile was basically the gist of the job. The only time I found myself washing the tables was when I was assigned the late shift which wasn't often since I had got on the manager, Miranda's good side. She said my constant talking was good for business, she liked it when employees interacted with the customers and I was just happy to find somewhere my babbles are appreciated.

I drive over extra carefully as it still seems traffic is gravitating towards me. This is by far the worst case of the Mondays I have had. Quickly, I park in the back parking lot and run inside, trying to hurry so that I have enough time to change.

The uniform wasn't bad at all, we were expected to wear jeans (easy), and the Carrie's shirt which was cotton candy blue with swirly pink lettering. I pat my bun, making sure it's still secure, which it is because my bun skills are on point, and I head out, almost tripping over my coworker, Randy.

"Oh hey, sorry about that. You aren't dressed yet, usually you're ready before me. I wonder why today's different," I elbow him playfully while giving a theatric wink. He pouted. "Unless of course you're just having a rough day and your car broke down or a teacher held you back from class and if that's the case I'm really sorry, that's really rough. Hey, do you know what the special ice cream is today? I always forget to read the emails that Miranda sends out, silly me." Why doesn't anyone shut me up?

Randy stepped towards the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe. "I guess you could call it a bad day." He sighed wistfully, which was admittedly was not necessary but he has always had a flair for the dramatic.

"What happened?" I took the time the pregnant pause gave to really study his features and I began to realize, whatever happened really had upset him. His blond hair was a tangled mess, as though he had been nervously running his hands through it all day, his glasses were crooked and looked dusty (he had been too preoccupied to notice the dirt), and his thin lips were set in a straight line with his not so prominent jaw clenched. His whole face looked contorted and I immediately began to fight the urge to go and hug him. That's exactly what he needed today. Hell, I think I need a hug too!

"I tried asking this girl to homecoming and she rejected me. Do you think you could put a word in for me?" He asked hopefully and I raised an eyebrow.

"Who is it?"

"Audrey." He replied immediately.

I sighed. "Did she not tell you that she already has a date?"

His eyes widened and his face began to redden. "She didn't."

"Though as much. I love the girl to death but even she would admit she isn't the most sympathetic person on the planet. Why don't you ask Daisy? She seems super nice and I'm pretty sure she has a thing for you." I replied giving him an encouraging smile.

"How do you know?" He questioned cautiously and I giggled.

"She comes in here to buy ice cream whenever it's your shift and not only that but she openly flirts with you. Jeez, you guys are so completely clueless. Oh and what's today's special?" Feeling proud that I managed to make someone's case of the Mondays God away.

"It's coffee, but just between you and me it tastes exactly like the special red velvet from Saturday."

Oh Miranda, I thought and walked behind the counter, officially starting my shift as Randy changed.

The bells chimed and a little kid walked in with his mother. "I want large waffle cone with superman, strawberry, banana, mint chocolate chip, and the moose tracks." He demanded. I forced a smile across my cheeks.

"I'm sorry bud, but you can only choose three flavors."

In an instant he was in a full blown tantrum and his mother was glaring at me. I gave her a what look and stepped behind the counter trying to diminish the scene. Of course, with his kicking and crying and stomping he successfully landed a few blows to my face and I flinched back in the pain. Damn, did this little boy pack a punch. I rubbed my jaw and eyes and flinched realizing that it was going to leave a mark. Great.

"Thankfully Andy stepped out of the bathroom just in time and began talking to the kid. I backed away and slowly, as if I was the one upsetting the kid, he stopped crying and even began smiling at Andy. Was I seriously that terrible, why had he reacted so strongly to me? Ugh, this has seriously been such a bad day. Usually I'm the best with customers, and kids usually love me. Sure I told him he couldn't have five flavors of ice cream but Randy was explaining the same thing and he wasn't flipping out.

The shift continued on in agony and I had not made one real sale today. People just tended to steer clear of me. Even Randy noticed.

Five minutes before my shift ended, the guy from this morning walked in. As expected, I approached his leather clad self.

"Hey you! I know you. What the hell happened this morning. I know for a fact that I'm not scary especially when I'm still in my pajamas! Wait, how the hell do you know where I work?" I snap at him but soften my facial expression when I see him flinch slightly. If I didn't know any better, I would think that he was still nervous around me. Whenever I took a step towards him, he took one back.

"I'm Adrian, you said your name was Jojo?" He asked, his voice was a bit shaky as he eyes me warily. Damn he was really scared.

"I wouldn't hurt a fly!" I immediately blurt out, everyone in Carrie's looks at me oddly and I feel my cheeks flush. "I go by Jet."

"Well Jet, we need to talk."

A/N: hey! So my updates are getting pretty consistent :P. Anyway, I'm sorry about the short length but I'll try to update tomorrow! Hope you liked it!