"How are you liking your community service?" Zayn nudged me as I entered the Retirement home. It was our third day and I was absolutely dreading this entire thing.
"I hate it." I smiled in a perky manner, emphasizing how much I truly despised this. If I smiled then I thought the sarcastic anger would shine through.
He looked at me and laughed for a few seconds before shaking his head and walking in the other direction. The best part was not seeing any of their faces because they worked on the other side of the place.
I knocked on Marie's door anxiously. I was just already ready to leave this place. "Hello." I wore a fake smile as she opened the door. She wrapped her arms around me in a firm hug.
"Hello Sierra." Her voice was shaky as she spoke. I smiled and patted her back a few times before inching her off of me and sitting in a chair across the room.
"So I'm going to set up the game of Othello and then play on my phone. You can do whatever but whenever they check up on us we'll just act like we're playing. Sound like a plan?"
"Sounds like the plan we've been using all along." She rolled her eyes and scoffed once the door was shut.
"You know, if you weren't so old and rude we might actually get along." I murmured to her as I scrolled through my text messages.
She ignored my comment and sat on her bed patiently, just staring in the distance. She stayed like that for quite a bit too, until her phone beeped. Her little flip phone shot open and she held the screen close to her face to read it.
"Look at you being social."
"Hey Sarah-
"Sierra." I corrected her quickly.
"Listen. I hate having you here just as much as you hate being here. Correct?" she looked between her phone and me a few times.
"I'd assume so." I nodded once.
"So tell me this. If I offered you a, let's call it a job, would you take it?"
"Am I getting paid?" I took a break from my phone to give her my full attention.
"Somewhat. I'll sign all of your hours so you don't have to come back here." She shrugged easily. It sounded like a great plan to me.
"Fine. What am I doing?"
"I need you to pick up, deliver and bring me back the money." Her eyes were a bit wider as she spoke, hinting that she sure as hell didn't mean deliver some Chinese food.
"You're talking about.. drugs?" The words slowly fumbled off my tongue, hardly even able to comprehend her order.
"Yes'm." She nodded once.
"Look, that's not really my forte." I shook my head at her.
"It's not much, and it won't be that hard. Trust me." Her lips curled into a smile, but it wasn't as sweet as before.
"Just," I sighed and looked to the left, "write down the details and I'll do it." My words came through gritted teeth, because I wasn't actually sure of what I was agreeing to.
"You know," she reached to her desk for a piece of paper and a pen, "your little friends of yours could help you and get signed off too." She began to write something.
"They're not my friends." A bitter laugh came through.
"You ought to be pretty close with someone you vandalize a school with. You said you spend every day in detention together."
"I spend everyday in the same world as Zac Efron, does that make us friends?"
"You're clever."
"I'd like to think so."
"Here you go," she handed me a paper. It had a few addresses and names, even a price which made me want to hyperventilate. I folded it and stuffed it into my bag quickly.
"Those addresses weren't out here."
"If they were I wouldn't be sending you."
"Well I guess I'll see you in a few days." I shrugged at her before heading out the door. I didn't need to be here right now, I could be doing better things since all my hours were about to be signed for way in advance.
Only a few steps out the door I was called for. I slowly turned around to see Louis Tomlinson walking through the same hall as me. "Why are you leaving so soon?" he grunted as he glided closer to me.
"Getting out of this place." I rolled my eyes and turned away.
"What a perfect plan to get hours of community service." his sarcastic voice rang in my ears.
"It truly is, actually. I'm getting my hours signed off in a few days."
"And how do you plan on doing that if you're not here?"
"Easy." I grabbed the sheet of paper from my bag and he snatched it quickly, scanning the instructions in just a few seconds.
"That's not fair at all."
"Do you want in?" I rose an eyebrow.
"Hell yeah I want in." he scoffed dramatically.
"Don't tell your little friends then, and let's go." I grabbed his wrist and began to pull him out of the place.
"Wouldn't you want Zayn? He does that-"
"No. I don't want anyone elses help. Can we please just go?"
