PRESENT
The air is thick with the scent of car fresheners, cigarettes, and gasoline. The door opens and closes triggering the bells to chime incessantly, a slender teen slouches his way in towards the chips. My legs sit perched up resting on the cashier counter. My thoughts roaring around in my head as I stare blankly at an old issue of Vogue.
"Hey, lady... hello?"
I continue to read the same word over and over again trying to ignore the customer— hoping they would just go away.
"Hey! I'm a customer come on,"
I lower the magazine and look at him with my eyebrow raised— waiting for him to tell me what he wants. There is clearly no merchandise in his hand, so what does he want?
"I need the keys to the washroom, you mind?"
"Right, here you go." I say blandly as I had him the washroom key. He stops and looks at me with the most disgusting perverted eyes, and I know the exact words about to come out of his mouth.
"I might need a hand in there, you offering?" His greasy thumb glides over mine as he takes the key. I feel like I am about to vomit. I retract my hand and wipe it on the bottom of my shirt before grabbing a few candies from the jar, and chucking them at him. He drops the key and runs out cackling like a fool as he heads towards his friends outside. My body erupts in a heat of anger followed by a wave of frustration. I take a minute and just breath before I walk over to collect the candies scattered all over the floor. My eyes rested on the clock as I bent down to clean the mess I made. Two more minutes and my shift is over. Almost done; just bare through these last two minutes of agony.
AT HOME...
I am engulfed by my fluffy stuffed animals as I plop down into my bed. Nothing like a long hot shower after a rough day. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until I feel my eyelids grow heavier and heavier.
~ Dream/Flashback~
PAST
I sit in class listening to the professor ramble on about physics. The class looks as if they had pulled one too many all nighters. Exhaustion is painted on each and every face in the room.The bell rings and I walk out towards my dorm. Class is out and now it's time to rest for 2 seconds before I get back to the books. I open the door and head towards my desk to set my books down.
"Hey bestie." I smile at the stupid little voice Lucy makes.
"Hey, guess what? There's a party today and guess who is gonna be there? Harry and Jared. " She asks and answers her own questions as she frantically looks through her closet.
"Babes, you know... this is gonna hurt a bit but I really don't like your boyfriend." I drag out the ending really emphasizing that I absolutely loathe Harry. I am almost puking at the sound of his name.
"Harry's not that bad of a guy and your boy toy is gonna be there too." She said lifting out some designer Louboutin's from the top shelf.
"One, Jared is NOT my boy toy, he's my boyfriend. And two... I have nothing to wear."
She shrugs her shoulders, completely dismissing me and continues to sift through her closet. "The party's at six, be there or be-."
"No way that's like in an hour! How can you expect me to get ready that quick!"
My legs move faster than my brain can process, rushing towards the closet.
"No, stop, this is the dress you're wearing today." Lucy throws a red bundle at me. I unravel it and put it against my body. It's a short red dress... I scoff and look at her in disbelief. She enthusiastically nods her head at me, and signals me to try it on.
