One Month

13. sue

sue

I watch as they exchange mocking looks before they begin to giggle at their own inside jokes towards me ignoring the fact that I'm standing right before them. My eyes dart to Aaron searching for his reaction to his friends actions. His expression is dead serious looking between me and his crew, his face purposely unreadable, the result of him being stuck in the middle of two hostile sides one of which he used to be a part of. The giggles slowly die out replaced by cunning smiles and looks of despise. I eye each of them, Jenny last, making intense eye contact to match with her provocative look on me.

"Can I take your order?" I repeat myself trying to keep my face cool.

Jenny makes no effort in hiding her mischievous smile as she takes the menu in hand and pretends to think about what she's going to have.

"Hmm, let me see." She says tapping her finger on her chin showing off her hideously long, fake, dyed a bright pink colour fingernails. "Says here I reserve the right not to pay should I have any complain towards the drinks' quality, is that right?" She asks with pretend innocence eyeing me blinking way too much.

"Yes, that's right." I reply as politely and professionally as I can not liking how this situation is about to evolve.

"I shall have a martini, " she paused for a brief moment, her eyes darting to Aaron then back at me, "dirty." She adds wearing the same cunning and mischievous smile as before. Something tells me I wasn't mean to notice this action but I don't bother putting any type of thinking into it.

I write down her order with quick movements and turn my head to the rest of them waiting for their order, ignoring their underrating looks on me.

"Cherry Vodka for me." A girl -one of the two others that had their back turned to me earlier- spoke, her lips purposely popping out as she looks around while passing the catalogue to the person next to her. I think her name is Erica but I could be wrong. She's a copy of Jenny, following her around, doing whatever she says and being a loyal minion craving to take some of the attention to herself. She has long straight auburn hair that reach her waist, sharp chestnut brown eyes, huge lips and a ton of makeup on just like Jenny. Her dress, coloured in shades of blue, is about as revealing as Jenny's outfit, the neckline of which is exposing a big part of her breasts. I remember her in junior high. She was kinda sweet back then. Kind also. Being a regulation hottie Jenny "recruited" her. And now she's what she is.

Dean and the other guy -Steven I think- ordered the same thing, both speaking very quickly trying to make it harder for me to tell what they want and Aaron seemed to be trying to keep his cool for some reason as he made his order. After I write down all their orders I lift my head towards them. I see Aaron making eye contact in an apologizing matter.

They sure didn't know I work here as I figured by their expressions once they saw me but they seem to be enjoying torturing me at my work as well. Grabbing a hold of my tray I make my way to the bar, almost panting, to pass their order onto Mike before I head to the empty tables on my side of the Bar and begin cleaning them and gathering the empty glasses trying to take my mind off them.

Once I'm done I check my phone for the time only to see it's only ten minutes till my break. With a quick pace I make my way back to Mike hovering the tray full of emptied drinks over my head.

"Table ten ready." He informs me nodding at the drinks he's places on the bar before him.

"Actually could you have Mary take over for me? I could really use my break a few minutes earlier." I plead making intense eye contact wishing he'll understand. Mike is the only one I talk to at work. Over the past year we've grown to be good friends and even hung out outside working hours a few times. I haven't gotten into details but he knows what I'm going through every day. He looks back a fourth between me and the others a couple times in which time my heart keeps racing. Please say yes, please say yes.

"That's them?" He asks referring to the stories I've told him about them and me from the past.

"Yes." I bite my lower lip tapping my fingers nervously on the bar counter. His lips press together in a flat line and he sighs before he nodes in agreement.

"Okay, go." He finally says nodding at the back door. I release the deep breath I was holding and give him a thankful look before I rush past him and out of the Bar.

Taking a few deeps breaths I manage to calm myself a bit comparing to the panic I was feeling before. I let my back collide with the brick wall behind me and run my hand through my face. Moments pass before I head a little further near a huge dumpster to have a bit of cover and take out my small plastic bag filled with weed. It takes some time of trying to steady my slightly trembling hands when I'm finally able to roll a not-so-perfect joint. As long as I can smoke it I don't give a shit how it looks like. With the time I have left I take the chance to roll another one and after I'm done I put them in the plastic bag and hide it back to where I had it before.

The metallic back door flies open causing me to jump up startled. Mike emerges from the building looking frantically around searching for me. I frown and make my appearance beginning to approach him. Once he sees me I can see a wave of relief crushing over him but it didn't put him at ease.

"What's wrong?" I ask just as Mary rushes out as well.

"Oh, thank God Vicky! That little blonde bitch keeps demanding you get there." She told me and I didn't have to ask any further questions to know who she's referring to.

I rush past them an back inside having my arms crossed on my chest. I can hear Mike's and Mary's footsteps rushing behind me.

"She threatened to sue you for not doing your job, I told her you were on break but she kept yelling." Mike whisperes in my ear. He and Mary seem to relax as I make my way to the infamous table ten.