Wrapped Around Your Finger

Chapter 1

 I'm not your ordinary college student, I don't go out and party, I don't go out and do drugs. I have one goal and that's to finish college before getting my first STD. Most people would think I'm stupid for wanting to do this, but really, I just don't have time for people. I am majoring in Astronomy, and I work all night in a Diner across the city. It has been the best paying job for my kind of age. Being 19 does not help in the state of Washington, take note on that.

There were big time companies, but they wouldn't have hired me, I didn't have the expertise or I was just too young. I was able to work as a bartender, but seeing as how my older sister met her husband, baby daddy and now widowed. I decided against that job and worked at my diner. Rarely anybody comes in at nights like these, gloomy, rainy, and foggy nights. You either get your loner people, college kids who are trying to sober up for some big test they have in the next 6 hours, you get your morning birds and people who are just getting off.

I sighed to myself, looking at my Fitbit seeing that I'm shy of 16,000 steps. I usually get around 18 thousand steps a day, considering I'm always on my feet. It was only 4 am and my shift was about over, getting off at five in the morning to go to my shared dorm with my best friend Alex and her boyfriend Ashton. It was usually awkward, because it's either they are having sex or about to have sex. Getting off the booth I was in and traveling around the counter, retrieving coffee pots in both hands. One decaf, the other regular. In our Diner, we have our own booths, mine are 16, 27, 13, 4 , 7, and 19, but tonight I am the only waitress because I offered to stay and help out because Nicole didn't show. I guess she didn't get the meaning of "No Call No Show".

The NCNS is basically a statement saying that if you don't show up or you don't call to say that you're not showing up. You're fired, end of story. The boss was usually hard on all his workers about the NCNS. Rickie had already let go 3 waitresses because of the statement, which landed me my job here, at the Eleven Ball Diner. I was itching for the clock to read 5 am but I still had only 20 minutes left of my shift, then it's to the bus station, then heading to my dorm, only to find Alex and Ashton having a heated make out session then it's to Selena's apartment off campus to sleep there. As much as I do go over to Selena's I'm almost considering her roommate.

The next twenty minutes of my life that I will never get back was taken by getting rejected from pouring coffee, wiping down tables and seats, even though wiping down the seats isn't necessary, I still do it, I like people having clean things to use, marrying the mustards and ketchups. Then the clock finally rang 5 am and I was out of my uniform, changing into a long black top, black waisted skinny jean and black converse. My body was a petite size, my butt wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small, my boobs were much bigger than needed but I guess they would come in handy one day. Get it 'Handy' because guys handle boobs? no? ok. (Pun intended)

I could feel my phone buzzing in the back of my right jean pocket, getting it out and pressing the lock button and watching as the light had spilled out of the screen and into my eyes. I read the message, it was from Alex.

Allie: Hey, I'm still in town. I had to drop Ashton off at his friend's for a band thing, you want a ride back?

Ashton was gone, which meant sleeping for me. I quickly replied a million times yes.

Me: yes yes yes yes. The bus usually smells like French Whores, I'm not even kidding.

I know that by my response she was laughing, she knew I had a sarcastic sense of humor, sending her my location she told me to stay put. Real settle, what if guys look at me like I'm one of the French Whores who wear too much Victoria Secret Perfume, I mean don't get me wrong, it smells nice, but there is a fine line between that's enough and you're going to smell like a French Whore if you don't stop sprinkling that crap everywhere.