𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐘.

➢ super rich kids. ( part one )

The sun was beginning to set as I found myself barging through the door, smirking as I approached my grandparents. It didn't matter that I was out all day in heels, I was proving them wrong because I knew that they didn't think I'd get a job, especially not like that. "Hey," I greeted them with a genuine smile as they turned around, getting straight to the point,

"I got a job at Smoothie King, it's part-time but I chose to do whatever they wanted me to just to make sure that I took care of the bills," I smirked, invading their personal space as I began to shut them down. "You got a who? Huh? What?" My grandma froze, shocked to hear that I managed to amount to something. "I. Got. A. J.O.B!"

I stormed upstairs to the room before they could say anything else. How did I honestly get that job on the spot? Eh, I winged it. Sam probably begged the guy to hire me because it was the thing to come from me, right?

I rarely admitted it, but there were moments when I wished my mom didn't treat her husband as a priority, or at least considered me a priority. I took a deep breath, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I closed my eyes. Working couldn't be that hard, right?

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

My anxiety calms, fingertips lax against my palms. I breathe in slow: inhale. exhale. For once, I signed myself up for a shit-show. It's almost scary – working a J O B. Melissa was working the register while Sam was doing stock. That meant that I'd have someone else training me today, but they didn't specify who it would. Hopefully, he's a good looker and single.

"You ready to learn?" Melissa asked with quivering brows. She was a pain in the ass. Everyone loved how the snobby white girl in their group, but she was still a pain in the ass nonetheless. Her facetious attitude only made me annoyed even more than I already was, Samantha should've told her to be quiet.

It was a serious situation, not one she could mention and tease me about. Still, I choked a little when Samantha gave me the rundown about what I was going to expect with this stupid ass job. Of course, that's what had happened, everyone had their priorities together expect for me, and I knew I wasn't going to have mine together.

"So, who exactly is training me?" I rolled my eyes, scanning the counters as I examined all of the materials used. "Some guy, his name is Jay. He's being promoted to assistant manager soon." It scared me that I was trying something new, it was just suspicious of why they thought everything was so funny, but I went along with it rather than allowing their ignorance to leave an effect on me. Before I could say anything else, Jay appeared and I completely froze. I was officially being put to...work?

"Oh yeah, by the way, I'm the only one around here he respects." Melissa pursed her lips as I continued to follow the male around the shop, relieved he wasn't planning on being too strict with me today. It wasn't as much fear though it was apprehension. "Shut up," I grumbled.

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍; 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

"Can I help you?"

My grandpa asked as he watched me examine the blank TV. My grandmother was downstairs with her 'church' company, or so she claimed. She said that she would call me down when she was ready for me to do my ( chores ), but that wasn't happening on my watch.

"The cable? Where is it? I think you ought to call and figure out a game-plan to get it back."

"Where's the cable money?"