"You have got to be kidding me right now! Seriously, Cori! You made a mess of the whole restaurant!" my boss, Jim, screamed in my face as I stood in the center of the diner, covered in flour. “You really did it this time!"
I awkwardly shuffled my feet and looked around. Everyones eyes were glued on me, so I smiled and waved, making them all blush and turn back to their meals.
"So, am I gonna, like, lose my job, or are you just going to continue to yell at me in front of everyone." I said in a smart ass tone, making him stare down at me even more. “Oh, c’mon! How did you expect me to not do something with twenty pounds of flour, I mean seriously, it’s like you don’t even know me!" I defended and some boys at the table next to us let out small giggles.
Jim put him hands on his hips and shook him head in a disappointed fashion. I copied his actions, but nodded my head instead.
"You are on a thin, thin line. Don’t break it." he growled and I smirked.
"Oh, Jim. Lighten up!" I giggled as he walked back into the kitchen. I pulled the sweeper out of the closet and made my way back over to the mess. I started to clean it up when I realized that the boys that were laughing were staring at me.
I turned off the sweeper and my eyes landed on the one with a curly mop of hair. He was obviously checking out my whole body, so I stood right in front of him. He planted a cheeky smile on his face and I rolled my eyes. I had some flour caked on my hand, so I raised it and gently slapped it onto his face.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, love, not all girls like cocky." I smiled bitterly and turned back to cleaning. The other four boys cracked up laughing and I smiled to myself. I turned to look at them once again and them seemed oddly familiar. “Where do I know you guys from?"
"Probably the strip club." the same curly haired boy giggled, causing all the other boys to laugh even harder. Then it came to me. One Direction.
"Huh. Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Harry Styles, you must be confusing me with some forty year old woman you had sex with last night." I spat coldly and finished cleaning up before heading back to the break room to change out of my soiled clothes. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=54324924)
Most of the flour ended up on the body, so I just use the hand driers to blow all of it out of my hair. I braided it down my back and made my way out of the small room and to my bosses office.
Being 20, I have a crappy job, and I live in my own flat. I went to the university for a year, but quit since I realized it was my parents dream for me to be a surgeon, not mine. To be honest, I don’t know what I want to do with my life, and the only thing I’m really good at is getting in trouble.
"So, tell me straight up, am I fired?"
"No. I can’t fire family." he sighed and I shot him a look and stood up.
"This is so not fair!" I yelled and crossed my arms, pouting like a little kid.
"Um, excuse me, I’m letting you keep your job!"
"Because I’m your niece! Not because I’m a good employee, because for fucks sake, I am not. Why can’t you see the signs?!" I screamed and attempted to punch a pillow.
"What signs?" he asked, trying to keep himself from lashing out.
"I want you to fire me! I want to be kicked out of this hell hole! I’ve always hated this job, but I’ve never had the nerve to quit since you went through so much for me! I feel horrible that I’m letting it all go to waste, but I can’t take it anymore! I want to have fun! You know I’m not the kind of person to take things seriously! I can’t take life in general seriously and you sure as hell know that!" I growled and stormed out of his office.
Everyones eyes landed on me once again, so they must of heard everything I had said. I smiled and flicked them all off before running through the front door.
I started down the street, beginning my twenty minute walk home. It was really cold out and I was only in a tank top, adding to my glorious day. There is a convenient store halfway to my house, so I usually stop and stock up on snacks every other day.
I grabbed a bottle of vodka and some chips before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly turned and made a funny face, because I usually do that when guys hit on me, it makes them leave me alone.
Once I realized who it was, my whole expression changed to shock.
Louis Tomlinson.
I stared at him as he just laughed at me.
"D-Did you follow me here?"
"Oh, no, I was just coming to get some vodka." he joked as he gestured to the bottle in my hands. I smiled and shrugged.
"You don’t judge me, I won’t judge you." I smiled and pushed past him.
He lightly chuckled and followed me to the check out.
"So…"
"So?" I smirked and he blushed.
"Need someone to share that with?" he asked, point to the bottle once again.
"Nah." I joked and his face dropped. I smiled and shrugged, “Oh, alright." I gave in and he smiled once again. The clerk asked me for my I.D. and I rolled my eyes before showing him. The man handed me my stuff and I gestured for Louis to follow me.
