The Shop

Chapter 12

My eye lids peel open at the sound of my obnoxious phone alarm. I extend my arms expecting to brush up against Tara's sleeping body but there is only an indent in the bed from where she used to lay. My mind doesn't even have a second to process she got up because Tara comes strolling in covered by a white towel. Beads of water are on her face and limbs, she obviously has already showered and is prepared to leave me for work. 

"Good morning." She chirps and I can't hear any happiness behind it. 

"Good morning." I yawn back to her and a smile plays on her face quickly. 

"You're leaving me so soon?" I smile at her as she frantically searches for matching panties and bra.

"Yes, I overslept because I stayed up too late deciding whether to call you or not, it was like one thirty when I think I passed out." She is now rolling pantyhose up her legs, they squeeze her in a dick hardening way, but I can't think about sex right now. I'm too busy feeling like an ass for making her late. 

"I can te-" I'm cut off by her finger being help up at me.

"We can talk about it when I get home from work." Agreeing I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I really don't feel like getting my lazy ass out of bed this early, work for me is at twelve and it's only seven forty five. So instead I just sit in bed and watch Tara get dressed like the creep I am. Tara sifts through her closet only wearing the black pantyhose and a cheetah print bra, the blond hair falls perfectly on her back with luscious curls, she must've done it right after her shower. After asking for my opinion a few times, she decides on a grey dress that falls just above the knees. Fuck she works with men. And the spaghetti string devil dress shows enough cleavage for men to leave their families for her. 

"You're wearing that?" I ask, no judgement intended. 

"Yes." Tara responds flatly. I can tell she does not want bullshit this early in the morning. Being in the same small room with her probably doesn't help the anger I know she feels towards me right now. So I pull my shit together and hurl off of the comfortable comforter. Tara now is in black heels that make her taller than the Willis tower and I know my feet would rather get chopped off then walk in those things for a minute. 

I exit while Tara is stabbing her ear lobes with giant pearl earrings that Mary bought for her. Thinking of the devil, here she is in the kitchen making three lunches while watching TV. 

"No tomatoes." Mary mutters while passing me a brown lunch bag as I pass her in the small kitchen. 

"Yeah, thanks." I say while keeping my attention focused to the floor. It's the simple acts like these that make me hate her less, but then I replay her fuck up and go back to my childish habit. Her brown hair is down and wavy and the coral dress she has on is a tad fancy for a daycare. 

"Damnit, I'm late." Mary complains and stuffs a brown bag into her large purse. 

"I think the children will manage." I remark sarcastically and she rolls her eyes. 

"If I continue being late like this they might reduce my regular paycheck or worse, fire me." She sounds a little serious but I just laugh at her. I can tell she is confused because of that lost puppy face she gives.

"They actually PAY you?" My laughter increases and her temper rises slowly, but surly. Mary's mouth opens but quickly shuts as I hear heels join us in the space. 

"Is this for me?" Tara grabs the bag from off of the counter and Mary nods. 

"Thanks." Tara smiles to Mary and ignores me, she walks over to the coat rack and grabs her purse, keys and cardigan. 

"Bye." The door closes abruptly after.

"I need to get going too." Mary tells me for no reason, as if I care. Ignoring her I search for breakfast.

"Oh and Niall is coming over for dinner tonight at eight so please have a nice day so you're no in a shitty mood." Mary winks at me and with that, leaves. 

Counting down the seconds until I have to leave for work doesn't sound fun, but sitting here not doing  shit doesn't either. I end up taking an excessively long shower and the exhilarating water helps me clear my mind. I haven't spoken to Jasmine in a day but I'm not sure if thats ok or bad. The friends thing is new to me and I'm still learning. After the awkward situation with her boyfriend I certainly don't want to go back to that apartment. But just as the thoughts enter my mind a buzzing goes off on the table where my phone is resting. Sure enough the name that steals my screen is Jasmine's. 

Hey Bestie! You're not tired of me already are you

I reply with a simple smily face emjoy thing that Tara forced me to download. 

Do you work?

Her question once again proves how we know little about each other, I'm constantly reminding myself of this. The other half of me is saying fuck it, be friends with whoever. 

Yeah but not until twelve pm 

Oh so we can't hangout :(  Jasmine responds with a sad face.

For once someone actually enjoys my company and I'm not going to lie, I'm smiling at Jasmine's sadness in not being able to see me.

I get off at four thirty today if you want to hangout.  As soon as I send the text, my date with Mary and Niall pops up in my head. Shit.

Ok where do you want to meet?  I can't cancel on Jasmine now that she is already looking forward to it.

I don't know you pick

How about our coffee shop?  Jasmine's mention of the shop we met in as 'Our' sends tingles through my spine and I feel like a fucking teen going to see a retarded concert.

It's a date.