Crawl

Fifteen\\

Slim\\

That young girl who asked about jobs came by work again today. She was ecstatic about being hired by the manager. She couldn't believe that she was finally getting a job.

"I've been searching all over the place and nobody's called me back or anything. I was about three failed job searches away from giving up and selling drugs." She joked.

"I feel you. It was hard finding my first job too! Everybody just turned me down." I laughed along. "But anyways, I'm glad you're working here now. Danielle will be showing you the ropes of how everything goes, but if you have any questions that you don't want to ask her you can come to me."

Danielle came to help the new girl. It turned out her name was Daya, and that she was Mexican just like Jenna. She and Danielle went a majority of the day bonding over things they went through growing up, and spoke Spanish for a good majority of it unless speaking to me or an English speaking customer.

I had nothing against it seeing ass whenI worked for Stella, Jenna and José and Chavez and Stella always spoke Spanish. I was pretty used to it and understood a good amount of what they said to be able to put words together and figure out what was said.

"Allí." Daya said loudly while I folded clothes. I was humming along to the Pierce the Veil song on the speakers overhead when a girl approached me.

"Hey," the familiar voice said, catching my attention. "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"You don't say?" I sarcastically asked the brunette. "I have work to do, do you need help? If not you gotta stop distracting me." I sat a tank top down and leaned on the rack.

"I just wanted to invite you to dinner with me. Tonight at six sound good to you?" The girl asked. "I'm Diana by the way. I didn't know if you knew my name or not, but I wanted to be friends." She gave me a confident smile and stuck her hand out to shake. I looked at it until she brought it back down.

"I get off at seven." I said after along silence.

"Good. I'll meet you at Olive Garden at 8:30?" Diana asked. I slowly nodded and went back to work. "Perfect. See you there!" She exclaimed, walking out the store.

"What's that about?" Danielle asked.

"I don't like her." I automatically stated.

"Why? Is Slim Shady still cranky about her lowlife baby daddy?" Danielle joked. I didn't find anything funny though. "Sorry, but you can't keep hating the world over this. Why do you even hate her anyways?"

"I didn't say I hated her. I said I didn't like her. Completely different meanings." I corrected my coworker.

"And, she's obviously fucking my ex boyfriend. She came to work about two weeks ago and got in my business. She was asking personal questions about my relationship with Jason and how our sex life was." I explained.

"I don't know, there's just something about her that I don't like." I shrugged. "All I know is that I'll fuck her up if she touches my baby girl."

"I doubt it." Daya spoke up. I turned around and stared at her with furrowed brows. "No offense, but you can't fuck her up. You have no chance."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked defensively.

"You never heard of her? She fights in a boxing ring about a couple blocks down from here. She's one hellova fighter." Daya explained. "I heard she beat her last opponent so bad, he had to get a surgery to fix his three broken ribs."

I rolled my eyes. Couldn't be true. She doesn't even look like the fighting type, but then again neither do I.

"I'm used to it." I mumbled, discreetly referring to my rough upbringing with my father. I felt the cold stares from Danielle and Daya, but I brushed them off and got back to work.