{ON HOLD} Melt|Zauren

M.3

It took me a second to process the fact that my best friend just tripped me. I couldn't even react, I just layed belly down on the wet tile. My hair was soaking in milk, and so were my arms. I landed on the chips, so the bag exploded and they were spread out all over, mostly sticking to me. The conditioner had exploded open and was squirted on the ground. I looked up at Camila who was holding both her hands up to her mouth in shock. "Oh my God are you okay?!" She panicked kneeling down in the mess in front of me. "He's coming," she whispered. "You'll thank me later." Camila patted my hand while I swore at her under my breath in spanish.

I could hear someone running toward us but I was too embarrassed to look up. "Holy shit, are you okay?!" I finally pushed my pride aside and lifted my head up. Zayn was kneeled down with a worried look on his face. "Steven," he called out to a nerdy looking boy. "Go and get the Andy." Steven nodded and rushed away. "Shit!" Zayn cursed. My cheeks were turning red as his accent pumped through my bloodstream. I couldn't find the words. "I'm going to get in so much trouble. I didn't put the caution wet floor signs up.." Zayn ran his hand down his face. I took a deep breath and finally said, "I'm okay."

"Okay? You don't look okay. Look, just don't move. The manager is coming, alright? I'll be right back, okay?" he said. I nodded and he scurried away.

"I hate you so fucking much," I glared at Camila. "What a first impression. You're a horrible person."

"I did it for the love!"

"Why couldn't you be a normal person and push me into him, why'd you have to trip me where the spilled milk is? Now I reek."

"I'm sorry. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"I'm not mad but I am going to plot revenge so beware, Camz." I could hear the spit going down Camila's throat. Zayn returned with wet floor signs and at that moment Steven and the manager also returned. "How'd this happen?!" Andy glared at Zayn who was placing the caution signs up a little too late. "I want to meet you in my office, Zayn."

"Please don't fire him or yell at him.. this is all my fault. I'm clumsy," Lauren tried not to sound desperate. Zayn just stood there rubbing his hands together. Lauren shot Camila daggers. "Clumsy or not, there should be wer floor signs up because our entire establishment could be taken in for a lawsuit."

"What's the use in crying over spilled milk, huh?" Camila attempted to joke. Andy shook his head and pulled out a pen and started jotting stuff on paper. "We have to file an incident report.."

"Is that really necessary?" I asked from the ground. I sat up and Andy held out a hand to stop me. "Really, I'm fine. I slip and fall all the time.. I don't get this messy, but none the less it's a natural occurence."

"Regardless I have to write one up.." he said jotting something on the pad of pink paper. "Now, I'm going to ask you once more, are you sure you're okay?" I nodded although my body was definetely going to have a few bruises. I looked up Zayn and saw he was looking at me so I looked away quick. "Whatever you dropped, go get it again and I'll let the cashiers know it's on the house. As for you Zayn, clean that up and meet me in my office." Andy stood up from where he was knelt on the messy ground and walked away.

"Are you absolute that you're fine?" Zayn asked. I nodded and pointed out the fact that I was standing up. "I'm a-okay." Zayn nodded once and turned around to walk over to his cleaning supplies. "He's not going to fire you over this, right?" Zayn threw his arms up.

"You never know with Andy. I'm sure I'll be alright though."

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"You talked to him!" Camila exclaimed from the passenger seat. I rolled my eyes as I placed a blanket from the back over my seat to prevent my upholstery from getting dirty and climbed in. "That's not exactly how I expected it to go at all," I started the car up and rolled down the windows to rid the god awful scent of potato chips combined with milk that was now curdling. "Okay, okay. I know you kind of hate me but I'm just helping you make your how did you first meet story an elaborate one for the ages."

"I'm never going to use that story because I'm never going to show my face at Pacheco's again."

"Don't be ridiculous. Do it for the deals."

"Fuck the deals. And fuck today. I reel and my legs are sore."

Thankfully, my family wasn't home when I had arrived so I didn't get questioned about my disheveled appearance. I ran the water bill up no doubt as I took what felt like a three hour shower. I washed my hair four times just to reconfirm that it didn't smell anymore. Afterwards, I curled up in my bed eating leftover sushi. That is until Camila texted me.

HARRY FROM PACHECO'S JUST ASKED TO HANG OUT WITH ME?! WHAT DO I DO?!

I laughed and wiped my hands before repsonding with,

You're on your own, Camz.(:

I pushed my phone aside and took a deep breath trying to rid the events that transpired earlier out of my head. There's no way I could be okay if Zayn gets fired. Camila should be the one with this huge weight on her shoulders, she's the one that tripped me. I know I said I couldn't show my face there again because I was mortified, but I had to see it he got fired all because one girl doesn't know how to be cool about things and has to trip the other just for the sake of a guys attention.