Bliss

Bliss 17 | Sweet Kidnap

*Rosalie's outfit*

• Rosalie Scott •

Tuesday, Aria and I sat down our usual table at lunch, while she talked about an upcoming meeting the school was holding, and all of the seniors were to attend the said meeting. Aria said that there's a trip on the making.

   "Camping! How cool is that?" She beamed at me, her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

   I chuckled at her innocent reaction, "Yeah, sure," I said, attempting to be bored or not interested. I was very interested though, I've always been curious about camping, I've never done  it before. Sadly, I can't do it now. "I can't go though,"

    Aria's face fell right away, she frowned at me, "I'm going to pretend that you said anything other than what you actually said." She said, "You're going. And you're going to bring some warm clothes, we're going to someplace cold."

   "No, I'm not. I have like this freaking shitty life over here, I can't just– pause it." I sighed, looking sadly at my sketchbook.

   Aria snatched my sketchbook and started to flip through the pages, "Well, that's unfortunate. It's already decided, you're going."

   "I am?" No, I'm not.

   "Aha." She nodded, "hey, what happened with your calculus test, by the way?" She asked, changing the subject. She pointed at a sketch, a dress of my said collection, "I like this one,"

  I didn't reply on her dress comment, instead I pouted, and looked away. "I failed," I muttered, looking down at my empty hands.

   Aria froze, placing the opened Sketchbook on her lap,  "Wha– what? But– it's okay, you'll do it next time. I'll help you again, and again, until you ace it." She said. Just to cheer me up.

    I grinned, "I'm kidding, I got a B-! A B-! I did it! I'm the queen of calculus." I laughed, and she high fived me. I was actually surprised by my grade. I wasn't that bad at calculus, it just wasn't my favorite subject. And naturally, I had some difficulties with it.

  After school, Aria and I went to that restaurant she told me about. The one with the new management, and which needs more staff members. It was a very fancy restaurant in the upper east side. I glared at Aria the moment I set eyes on it. It wasn't like I had imagined.

She rolled her eyes at me, and dragged me inside. The restaurant might be my save, and I could finally have a second job.

When we both entered, Aria pointed at the Manager's room. She sat on a table, while I went there.

   Since Aria already signed for an interview with the manager, she -the manager- was expecting me.

   The manager interviewed me for an hour. She said that I have to be here at work in exactly the right time. And that I have to treat the guests like they were royalty or something since they're upper class, or whatever shit she said they are. She also said what every restaurant normally says, the customers are always right, and that I had to take this very, very seriously.

    She didn't give me the job. Although, she did say that she'll try me for a week. But they don't open until like, four weeks or so. I can wait, so I happily accepted the week tryout. I will not screw it up.

I beamed at Aria when I saw her tapping on her phone, she glanced up as if she felt me approaching presence. "I got a supervised week!" I said, excitement radiating off of me.