Mondays

I: "New Jobs and Nudity"

I: "New Jobs and Nudity"

"One iced tea-sweetened- please." I asked to the tall man standing behind the counter. His long hair fell just below his shoulders and looked as if it had not been washed in over a month. I stood and waited for my beverage as I tapped my lavender fingernails against my arm and leaned against the rack holding the coffee mugs for sale.

The drink was soon sitting at the counter in which I could pick it up and my name was called. "A-A-Akel?" stuttered the barista. I rolled my eyes and snatched the drink from him, turning only to see a shelf that had not been there previously.

I slammed my body into the display, knocking it over and sending pretty little ceramic mugs flying to their all so sudden deaths. The sound of shattering glass surrounded me and a little old women screamed melodramatically as it happened.

"Shit," I mumbled as I made an attempt to regain my balance on my feet. I was wearing a thin white T-shirt which was now saturated and transparent. I wasn't wearing a pretty bra either.

Nope, my grandma bra that was reserved for those days when zero fucks are to me given about anything.

But at the moment, too many fucks were given.

I stood up and walked out of the café before anyone could even ask if I was alright. I certainly was just fine but was in an extra terrible mood now that my last four dollars was spilt down the front of me. My car was parked less than a block away, but with nothing to cover my ever so stylish undergarments, one block was far too far too walk.

I slammed the car door closed behind me as I got in and was ready to spead off to the small apartment that I shared with my best friend, Aeron. (I'm pretty sure the only reason we became friends in the first place was because we both had names that started with an A and have horrible meanings.)

My small Honda of some sort that was ancient and painful to look at sputtered to life before I could back it out of the parking space I was in. The radio started a bit delayed like it usually does and practically broke my eardrums with a sudden blast of the Beatles.

It wasn't long before I was pulling into our driveway and hurriedly shuffling behind closed doors. I slammed the door and began stripping my soggy shirt off my body, complaining to Aeron. "I was just taking my drink and there was some ignorantly placed displ-" I paused when I heard a low moaning sound coming from behind me.

I guess I hadn't noticed the live porn show going on when I first entered but I sure as hell did now. Some boy who I'm guessing was Aeron's boyfriend and her were almost naked against the wall, grinding passionately until they noticed me.

Both of them were in only underwear and Aeron quickly covered her exposed breast as her pale face turned a bright red color with embarrassment. "We weren't, I mean we were, but not going to is what I mean." She spoke rapidly as if it was going to cause me to forget I ever saw this.

"I don't want to know and I don't really care either. I would just prefer you have sex in your room where I don't have to witness it." I just pointed my finger down the long blue hallway towards her room and the two of then walked to it to continue there naughty display of affection.

Gross

I followed shortly behind the two to my room which was unfortunately next door and the walls in a cheap apartment aren't usually sound proofed.

Opening my dresser, I pulled out a thick, grungy looking sweatshirt which simply had the words 'I don't care' printed across the front of it. I sat down on my bed and pulled out my phone and played some music as a failed attempt to drown out the gasps and moans from the room on the other side of my wall.