One Of The Last

Part 1

I got up from my bed and turned off my alarm clock. My boss is gonna kill me for being late, I can hear it now. "Your late, get your apron on and go serve some food." He screamed. And today I do not feel like smelling his beer breath.

I took off my pajamas and changed into some jeans and a tank top, with a flannel and converses. The tv screen was lit with news and articles. My eyes panneled to the tv but I remained in focus. I can't afford to lose my job to see news.

I grabbed my bag and lunch for today and left the house. The morning sun shined brightly in my eyelids making me hiss like a vampire. I grabbed my earphones from out of my purse and put them in my ear.

I like to jog to work, makes me think about what might happen today. The place I work at is Wesley's Inn. Wesley's in, is a simple pub and bar restaurant. All of the alchohics in Texas go there.

Most of them like to flirt with the waitresses and surprisingly they all flirt back. But not me, I'm completely diffrent from those blonde bimbos and redhead brunettes. My hair is short but its a chesnut brown with blonde highlights 

Its usually in a bob, or just in two pigtails. I began to jog up the street past my friend Delia's house. Delia usually meets me outside, so that way I won't jog alone. I sat down on her porch steps and waited patiently for her to come out.

I watched as the cars roll up and down 54th street and then back up again. A loud creak opened in the door and I turned around to see Delia in some mint green skytops and skinny jeans with a see through shirt with a tank top.

She sat down next to me and tapped her foot. "Ready to go." I asked giving her a push. She got up and picked me up of the ground. Delia is a redhead, but shes like me independent and diffrent. We walked past the gasoline station and further up the street.

"Do you think J.J will be on his shift today." She asked. I rolled my eyes and walked faster. J.J is just another bartender. Delia has liked him since we first started working at Wesley's. J.J stands for Jackson Junior, but we call him J.J. "I don't know, you know how Wesley is about J.J. I'd be suprised if he even cleaned tables or washed the dishes." I said.

J.J is the job's troublemaker. Always getting into altercations with the customers. Wesley, our boss, thinks J.J should be fired, but we vote him in, he makes the job fun. "But J.J is just another bartender he wouldn't hurt me." She said with puppy eyes.

Thats the thing J.J isn't really a sensitive person. He had a criminal record when he was only 13. "Probably not, but I wouldn't risk trying it out." I said. She sighed and put in her earphones. We continued to walk down the street towards Wesley's.

In the corner of my eye, a woman's door was wide open.  She was packing up some stuff and running to a backyard. I ignored her behavior and opened the door to Wesley's.

My body braced as I was prepared for the smell of Wesley's breath. "Your just in time." He said handing me the apron roughly. I took off my jacket and put it on the hanger. Delia went over to the kitchen and started up the grill. Wesley's is a bar, with the smell of beer and burgers.

The seats are stools and the bar is in a square shape. I turned around to see J.J opening the front door and taking out a cigarette. Delia wasn't paying attention at all, this is my chance to talk to him. To be honest he's not my type, to bad.

I walked out and stood next to him. He turned around and looked at me with wide-eyes. "Hi, Jackson." I said smiling. He looked at me and smiled back. "Hi Adriana." He replied. My full name is Adriana, but everyone I know calls me Adrian. "How'd Wesley take you coming in?" I asked.

Last week in a shift J.J punched a guy in the face for grabbing Delia. "No way actually, he actually gave me a high five." He said. I belched out a small laugh and went back inside with J.J. Wesley sat at the bar and gave J.J his apron.

I walked over to the door and flipped the sign to open. By heart raced as a bunch of people raced into the restaurant. Welsey went over to the greeting stand and showed people the menus and seats.

I grabbed a pen and a notepad and went over to the first batch of people. A man with a rough beard and another guy with a leather jacket walked over. They both looked at me coming and changed positions towards me. "Hi, my name is Adrian I'll be your server for today can I get you any drinks." I said.

They both looked at the menu and continued to talk. "I'll take one beer and he'll take a Margarita." He said looking me up and down. I smiled awkwardly and walked over to Delia in the kitchen. Delia was busy making a Bacon burger, I could smell it. 

"Can you get me a beer from the fridge, please." I asked. Delia looked at me and scowled. I scowled back and made some puppy eyes. "Can't you see I'm busy." She said. Wesley came up behind me and opened up the kitchen entrance. "Delia, go on waitress duty, we have some hungry people out there." He said with a sinister smile.

He's like the human version of Mr. Crabs. Delia rolled her eyes and left the kitchen. I walked to J.J and grabbed the Margarita's and a beer and brung them back to the table.

The guy with the beard got up and took the beer and the Margarita. I smiled and walked away politely. Then I felt a hand touch my stomach and a small breath on my neck. I took a deep breath and belched out a scream. "JACKSON!"