Slices

Riane (pov)

"No, that's not right." I stared at my bank account balance. "That can't be right. I made more than that this month." I refreshed the computer. The loading sign vanished, leaving my bank account with the same numbers. "WELL FUCK THIS!" The laptop found itself in my shaking hands, about to fly across the room.

"No. No don't throw it Riane. Calm down. It's okay." I set it back down and slumped into my chair. My head rolled back and I stared at the peeling ceiling. I had $-2 in my bank account... and it was the beginning of the month, so I wouldn't get paid until the 15th.

"Augh!" I jolted up, slamming my fists on the table. I felt like a failure. I couldn't even keep money in my bank account. How would I pay rent? How would I eat?

My credit card sat on the counter across from me, tempting. But who wants to use credit? It just builds up and just when you get your money and plan on a good night, you see that outstanding debt.

"Ughh!" I stood up and viciously grabbed the credit card, slamming it into my purse. Modeling was not making me enough money. I needed a better job.
I used to work a diner at night, but ever since my... mistake, I hadn't been able to set foot in the place without being drowned in guilt. My old friend Dawn worked there, and I'm positive she would break my jaw if she ever saw me. It had almost happened before, but luckily I am a former track star. I had turned tail and run to my car.

I unconsciously checked my phone for notifications, we use our devices so often it becomes a habit you don't think about anymore. I had a text.

"Hey bby," It read.

What. Who is this? Well, I'll play along and see what happens.

"Hey, whatsup?" I responded.

The typing bubble popped up and I waited in anticipation.

"Just getting icecream, care to join me?"

Okay. I'm not going to just show up and expect him to just accept me showing up instead of his gf.

"Haha, srry, I was playin. I think you have the wrong number."

"No, I know who I'm texting. Got your number from a friend ;) See you soon."

My heart skipped a beat. Who was this? Okay, do I just show up and act all cool? Wait. OmG what if he's a rapist? Or what if he's gonna break my jaw because Dawn gave him my number? No... she wouldn't know it. I've changed it since the incident.
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna go see who it is. I have to. You can't just leave people waiting like that. Especially when they seem slick. I mean... you have to admit, he sounds hot just by the way he texts.

I exhaled shakily and locked my door as I stepped outside. It was summer and the air was so humid you could almost choke on it. I slid sideways into my car and rolled down the windows. BRrRrUm! I started the car and backed out of the driveway then headed to the icecream shop down the street. If he got my number from any of my friends, then he'd be at this icecream place.

I stopped the car after pulling into the lot. Hands still gripping the wheel, I took a deep breath. Why was I so nervous. I used to do this all the time... before my relationship with Trojan.... "No. Stop." My head shook and I unstuck my hands from the wheel. They'd gotten sweaty.

Deep breaths. Come on girl. Its just a boy. You can do this. Trojan moved on. You can move on too.

My feet led me up the ramp to the door and my hand hovered over the door knob for a second before I swung it open and strutted in. Scanning the parlor, my eyes stopped at a tall guy of about 20? He looked my age. His hair was shaggy and just above shoulder length. He had it smoothed back in a weird way that reminded me of Sunshine from Remember The Titans. That's cute.