Opposite Ends

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                      "Welcome to Coffee Bean. What can I get for you today?" I asked the 428492nd customer that day.

                      "An espresso and a cheese cake." said the hipster-dressed girl who clearly had no interest in looking away from her phone. Her nails -which by the way, were scary long- flew across the keyboard on her iPhone.

                      "Is that all?" I asked.

                      "It is." She mumbled. She had stopped typing and was now glaring at her phone.

                      I was afraid she was gonna chuck it across the room and land someone in the hospital.

                      We had already dealt with being sued because some pompous rich guy spilled hot coffee all over his lap, resulting in third degree burns, and he said it was our fault for making it 'too hot'. Everything had died down in the last couple of weeks and I really didn't want to get laid off again.

                      I gave her the order and she handed me her money. "Keep the change." she said, before walking off.

                      I stared after her, wondering what she was so angry about, before looking up at the brown mug-shaped clock which hung above the door. I realized my shift had ended five minutes ago.

                      "Crap." I mumbled as I took off my apron and grabbed my stuff before heading out the back door. I wanted to have a quick cigarette before my ride got there.

                      I pulled out a Marlboro and put it between my lips before lighting it up.

                      I probably stood there for a couple minutes puffing away before a silver Mercedes Benz pulled up beside me.

                      "Get in." A male voice said.

                      "You're late." I said as I hopped in with my lit up cigarette still in my hand and slammed the door shut.

                      "Would you mind putting that cancer stick out before I end up in the hospital from inhaling second hand smoke?" He groaned.

                      "Shut up, Isaiah. This helps me relax." I said, and took another puff.

                      "Seriously, I am not moving this vehicle until you put that out." he said, resting his hands in his lap to prove that he wasn't moving.

                      I rolled my eyes. "Okay, Mom." I opened the passenger door and dropped the cigarette on the gravel before squishing it with the toe of my Vans.

                      When I shut the door again, Isaiah began to drive. "Since when do you smoke anyways?" He asked.

                      "Since two months ago when your father decided to come into my life and take over." I snapped, as I glared out the window.

                      Isaiah sighed, clearly frustrated with me. "It's not like it's my fault."

                      "Maybe not. But you're still one of the worst things that came with my mom marrying him." I said.

                      Isaiah snorted. "And why is that?"

                      "Because you've been a complete jerk to me since the first day I met you." I began to pick at my nails which is what I did when I was getting anxious.

                      "That was like five years ago, Jessa. Aren't you ever gonna let that go?"

                      "Probably not." I mumbled.

                      The rest of the drive home was spent in complete silence.

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