Kindy Buddies (Student And Teacher)

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

Once I got home I had a shower to wash off the sweat and the stickiness between my legs. After I was finished I got ready for work as the clock read 5:45 pm, I had fifteen minutes to get there.

I work at the local pub, my mums friends with the owner letting me work there even though I’m seventeen.  No one ever goes and investigates there, everyone loves the owner of The Yales Pub, he’s a friendly bloke but his co-partner is the complete opposite. Jones Fralen, he’s a cruel, evil man I tell you, he always pervs at the girls and sometimes he flirts or try to get his way with girls my age. He’s around thirty-five, with a balding, brown head of hair, as well as a few wrinkles here and there, he has a pot belly and stained yellow teeth from the smokes, he has about one pack a day. But whenever I complain, Jack (the owner), will pretend he didn’t hear me, I know the other girls must complain too, but there’s obviously more to the story of how Jack a sweet guy, hires Jones to be his co-partner.

I never put much thought to it, I try to avoid Jones as much as I can, even in my mind he always gives me the creeps.

I got into my work uniform which consists of, black shorts, bright red tank top with a black thing you tie around your waist to keep your stuff in. I wear my black flats with it and put my brown hair pinned back in a tight pony tail.

I skip past the make-up as I probably will be doing the dishes and hurry downstairs then writing a note to my mum to tell her I’m at work and will home around eight or nine. I always have to leave a note because my mum has it in her mind that if I’m not home when she is, I’m kidnapped. Even if I send her a text or call her, she simply just wants a note to know where I am. She’s so weird.

I quickly walk to the pub which is, luckily, only a block down, so about three minutes away with the short cuts I like to take.

On the way there my mind starts to unconsciously wonder to Alex and his ‘gang’ story, I can’t find it in my heart to tell him that his story is fake and that he can shove our friendship up his ass. I’m just not that type of person. Though I don’t want to run straight into his arms, like everything is forgotten because it’s not and it will stay tainted in my brain for a while, so I’m going to wait before I do anything drastic.

I wonder if his story is completely true though, I can tell he’s leaving out vital bits of information, and I want the full story. Even the bits that I won’t like, I don’t like people keeping secrets that could change the way I think about them. Sure everyone is allowed to keep their secrets, but not ones like these, I need to know what happened that made Alex stay away from me for three years.

I want to confront him about it, demand to know what the hell is with him. Just telling me that he got in trouble with the wrong people just doesn’t cut it, but I have other problems to worry about, like work.

I huffed in frustration, work is like a mission to go through. Middle aged men with their pedo hands! Somehow whenever I pass a table of men, one always manages to go up my shorts, or touch my ass. It’s totally disgusting, plus the other girls simply hate me because I get more money then they do, even though I’m younger. It’s not my fault the owner is a family friend! Geez sometimes girls need to go to a see a counsellor or something.

I get there soon after my mental rambling and quickly checked what I was doing on the schedule, I was waitressing today with section A. We have four sections of the pub, the far left side is section A, the one on in the middle but on the left side is section B, the one next to it on the right is section C and the far right is section D.

I signed in on the roster and saw the last waitress for section A signed out fifteen minutes ago, so I started to get orders straight away. I saw a lonesome table with two people sitting and there was no meal. I saw that they didn’t even have menus, I grabbed some from the shelf and walked up to them with my wide smile we have to use.

“Hi I’m Lilath and will be serving you today,” I greet them, “Here are your menus, is there anything I can get you? A drink perhaps?”

The guy across from the girl order two cokes, I put it down on my pad as two cokes table 22 A so I wouldn’t forget. I quickly got them and handed it to them and quickly asked if there was anything else. When there wasn’t I left to clean the left over tables.

I was lucky as there wasn’t any pervs for the first hour in my shift. But it didn’t mean there weren’t any bitches.

Amanda, a girl that seems to hate me, started complaining to the other girls on how I seemed to always get the easy sections. That’s not true, it’s pure luck if I don’t have much in my section, it wasn’t planned.

She also started complaining to one of the customers, poor bloke.

I ignored her and continued through my shift like everything was perfect, I got a few tips of sympathy from those who can hear Amanda’s relentless banter about me.

At the end of the night I got fifty-seven dollars in tips and thirty-five from my shift, I’ve never got so many tips before, I was lucky maybe I should organise a shopping trip with Sarah tomorrow. She always bugs me about it, but I like to save my money, at the moment I’m saving for a car.

I sign out and start to walk home, the night is warm as the breeze is stilled to a minimal now, the stars are shining brightly down at me like they were smiling. The same with the moon, I love the night, it’s so peaceful and calm, unlike my life.

After the peaceful walk home I get some dinner from the microwave where mum always puts it when I can’t make it for dinner so I can heat it up.

My brother was in front of the TV watching some stupid show no doubt, he has just finished college and now spends every second at home. I think getting a bit of the big world scared him, he’s always been a mummy’s boy even when dad was alive.

I always would say goodnight to my dad before I went to bed, like I use to when he was here, my brother always says it’s weird but that was when he was younger and obnoxious, now he understands. I can’t let some things die just because apart of it did.

I crept upstairs so my mum doesn’t hear me and demands to know how work went, I hate lying to her and saying it’s great, I don’t want to quit but it doesn’t mean I like it.

I change into my cotton pyjamas and go to my open window quietly whispering, “Goodnight Daddy, don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

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OK guys i know its been ages but ive seriously been busy! my life doesnt co exist around writing this plus i didn't know what to write! any ways this is just a taste of what life is like for Lilath before we get into the messy stuff! ok ill write soon cheers and dont forget to vote!