Wild Heart

This was the worst possible job on the planet.

Ok, that was an exageration. I loved my job. I mean, what was better than making people happy on a dailey basis? Seeing all the smiling faces, watering eyes, drooling mouths; it was the life.

But, delivering pizza's in the pouring rain was definetly not my favorite about this job.

For a few long loney seconds, I stared down the distance between me and the hotel front office. It would be a good, hard sprint, and I would definetly get soaked no matter how hard I ran. The warm pizza would be kept dry and warm in its safe red compartment, while I sacrificed myself to deliver it. Jake, my boss, would be proud.

He better give me a raise for this, I thought, grabbing the pizza from the back seat. The heat seeped through my jeans, warming my legs while I mentally prepared myself to charge inside.

I began the count down.

3.

My hair was going to be dripping. I could not get my new car wet.

2.

I wish I was the pizza. All warm and snug and delicious.

1.

I jumped from the car and ran without one final thought. The rain beat down on my hat, soaking my hair. My shoes kicked up water, hitting puddles every which way as I sprinted as fast as I could. Already my pants were getting heavy and wet. I could almost reach the door.

I yanked open the door and shoved myself inside. I was panting hard, flinging water every direction like a wet dog. The front desk lady stared at me while I was gripping the pizza box and pressed against doors. I smiled at her, but I dont think it helped my case at all. I moved towards the front desk.

"Delivery for..." I glanced at the paper slid into the box, and ran my sleeve over the top to get a better look. "Magcon?"

The lady sighed and checked something on the computar. I noticed she had nail polish out fresh, as if she were just painting her nails. I glanced around, waiting patiently, but the lady seemed to be taking her time with her wet nails still drying. I wondered what would happen if I wrung out my hair right then and now on the clean nice carpet of hotel lobby. The lady would probably kick me out; she looked like she had just about had enough of teenagers.

"Room 37. 3rd floor." she said. Her voice was lower than I expected, but I slid the pizza off the counter and thanked her anyways.

Elevators always scared me, ever since a horror ride my dad and brother had made me go on a couple years ago at some amusement park. I didn't hesitate taking a right and up the stairs instead, which almost seemed like a mistake since my pant legs where ten times heavier than usual. By the time I made it up the stairs, my legs were burning. Then, the thought of falling straight down stuck in a small box filled my head and I decided that a little excersise never hurt anyone.

Almost as soon as I reached the 3rd floor, loud banging echoing off the walls reached my ears. Someone must be having a party, I thought. They are most likely the ones who ordered the six pizzas.

True enough, I reached the room number the lady had told me and that seemed to be were all the noise was coming from. Before I even knocked, I pressed an ear to the door to hear what was happening inside. I heard voices and laughter. The voices were all deep, and the laughs were all goofy. I was willing to be a million dollars they were teenage boys.

I knocked on the door twice. The first time, no one answered, probably because the noise was to loud. The second time, after knocking, I called out at them.

"Hey I have your pizza! If you dont want it thats cool with me!" there was silence on the other side, then rustling. Someone moved in front of the door, probably looking through the peep hole. I narrowed my eyes into it.

Before I knew what was happening, the door opened and someone reached out, locking their hand on my wrist and yanking me inside.