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It's ten o'clock at night. And it has been a long, long day of pizza making. My hands smelled like pepperoni and my shirt had countless amounts of tomato" sauce stains on it. Flower stuck to places it shouldn't be in and my hair felt sticky from the heat in the kitchen. It sounds like I'm complaining, but no, I love this job. The burnt smell that has been stuck in my system for weeks now and the constant ringing in my ear from the yelling customers is really what keeps me going.

Literally.

In my seventeen years of living my mother has taught me many things, one of them was to always fight for what you wanted. And once again she sticks with her point with making me work for my own apartment. It's not like she couldn't afford to buy me one, she easily could. But she never wanted me to get spoiled, she didn't want me to get used to getting everything without a drop of sweat.

So we made a deal. She would buy me my own apartment when I turned eighteen, if I started working to pay my own bills.

So that's what I'm doing. I'm not going to lie. It has been hard, to the point that I just wanted to quit and live at home forever. But then I thought about living at home forever and I changed my mind.

"Hey." A voice spoke behind me. I turned around and saw Zac, a delivery boy. "Hi, are you done with your shift?" I asked, smiling.

"No, just making another delivery." He chuckled, grabbing his helmet. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm done. I was just about to walk home." I nodded, scratching my nails on the flower on my wrist. "Walk home? At ten PM? Come on babes, you know this town better than that. Let me give you a ride."

The truth was, I did know better than that. That's why I took self-defence classes. But I wasn't going to let a change to hold Zac tightly around the waist because I was 'scared' slip away. So I agreed, and accepted the extra helmet he gave me.

Oh, and by the way. He calls everyone babes, it's his thing.

"Hop on." He grinned, once he had started the scooter. I did as I was told and sat behind him.

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"Thanks for the ride." I spoke, smiling while I gave him the helmet back.

"No problem." He replied, grinning. "You know, you have a very curious mother..." He spoke, looking at the window behind me. I turned around and chuckled, watching my mum peek through the curtains. "Yes. Yes, she is." I spoke as I turned back to Zac.

"Thanks again, I'll see you at work tomorrow?" I asked, starting to walk backwards towards my front door. "Yeah, definitely." He replied, putting his helmet on again and driving off into the sunset.

Smiling, I went inside. "Hello..." My mum spoke, sitting on the staircase. "Good evening." I replied, suspiciously.

"So..."

"So...?"

"What's going on between you and that Zac guy?"

"Nothing..." I spoke, dragging my words out. "Mhm, I'm sure." She replied, chuckling.

"You're crazy, I'm going to take a shower." I said, walking passed her up the stairs. "Have fun." I heard her say, right before I closed my door.

I sighed, throwing my bag on to my bed. It was a relief to finally be able to take my nasty shirt off. Suddenly my phone rang, making me jump up. I threw my shirt in the laundry basket and answered my phone, ''Hello?''

''Hi beautiful.'' Someone spoke on the other end of the line. I took a look at the screen to see who it was, but I didn't recognize the number, and it wasn't saved into my phone. ''Who's this?'' I asked, looking back to see if I had closed my curtains before I undressed. I hadn't.

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