After two years of mixing drinks at a local bar and serving caramel macchiatos to the stereotypical, teenage girl to help pay for college tuition, Esme manages to quit both jobs after receiving a check--one that would solve her financial burdens--fr...
Surprisingly, I woke in my bed the next morning. Jackhammers pounded against my temples while elephants jumped on the rest of my forehead like kangaroos. I looked over at my nightstand and smiled to myself. There was a bottle of Advil and a glass of water waiting.
Thank you, prepared self.
I struggled to sit up, but once I did, I popped three pills, slowly chasing it with the water. Falling back on my bed, I hid under my pillow, letting the cold side caress my overheated head in the most soothing way possible. Sadly, it was short lived as my phone went off.
Grunting like a beast, I rolled over and pulled it out of my pocket. I noticed my battery percentage had gone down, which sucked, but at least it was still alive.
I read a text from Kalob asking where I was, but I quickly responded with my usual answer: "I'm at home..late night. I'll call you later, love you."
Satisfied, I scrolled through the rest of my messages, taken aback once I saw this one.
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Mallory was on her way!
Shooting out of bed despite the searing pain in my head, I quickly began changing out of last night's clothes. Sliding off those jeans took forever, they were practically glued to my thighs and calves, but when I got them off, I threw on a pair of mesh shorts and an old volleyball shirt from high school. My makeup was probably all over my face, but that didn't concern me. What did though, was what mess I left when I got home last night; however I got home last night.
Rushing to the living room, I took in the broken lamp on the floor and takeout containers lingering on my kitchen table.
When did I order takeout?
"Oh nevermind," I muttered aloud, focusing on the lamp that just laid on my floor.
I got a broom out and began sweeping what little, light bulb glass would come up from the carpet, then resorted to picking the shards up with my finger. A small piece lodged itself in my thumb, and I cursed under my breath, but before I could do anything about it, a knock on my door alerted me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I put the lamp back where it went nonchalantly, and took in a deep breath before unlocking the door. The knob turned beneath my fingers, and with the flick of my wrist, it opened.
Biting my lip, I couldn't help but stare at the woman in front of me. Unlike her usual pantsuits, she was dressed in denim jeans that seemed to hug her hips deliciously and a flowy blouse. Mallory looked amazing, but those jeans were mesmerizing me because of how well they fit her body.
Malloy walked in like she owned the placed, swinging the door closed behind her. "You did something right for a change," she criticized, her voice trailing off as she glanced around the livingroom.
