She's the One [DISCONTINUED]

[1]

"Josh!"

I jolt up and push the covers off of my body, letting my leg dangle from the left side of my bed.

"I'm up," I mutter rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Josh! You're gonna be late again!" my younger sister's irritatingly loud voice pierces through my ears again, followed by a loud bang on my door.

That wakes me up instantly. Shit. I can't even be a minute late today, or I'm doomed.

I drag myself to the bathroom without bothering to reply. She's probably back in her room right now applying the perfect makeup which should match her perfect outfit for her perfect day ahead. Girls.

It takes me no more than five minutes to get ready, because if I don't make it to the bakery in ten minutes, I'll risk losing my job. And I can't afford that right now. Getting a nice paying job without a college degree was hard enough. I can't let it all slip out of my hands because of my stupid sleep.

The hypnotizing smell of pancakes drifts into my nostrils as I run past the kitchen. I'm almost tempted to get back and stuff them in my mouth, but the mental image of Mr. Roswell's furious scowl is enough to keep me from doing it.

I successfully make it out of the house without being noticed by mom. She freaks out whenever I skip a meal. Honestly, it's embarrassing how much she babies me.

But she is and will always be my favorite person in the world. Call me momma's boy, I don't mind.

After getting my bike from the garage, I hop on it and push the pedals as fast as my legs can manage. I nearly get hit by a truck while taking a turn, but I ignore the driver's loud insults and proceed to speed along the streets for the next fifteen minutes.

I get to the bakery and make it past the door, panting heavily and trying to fix my disheveled shirt.

I'm immediately welcomed by Steph's bright smile. Out of the three of us, she has worked here the longest. When our boss, Mr. Roswell opened this place two years ago, she was the only employee. This place didn't have many customers back then, but as it got more and more popular, it was in need of more employees so Kayla and I were hired. But she got married and moved out of town last week, so it's just me and Steph now.

"Hey, Ms. Moody." I smile back, relieved to see boss isn't here yet.

Steph is moody most of the time. She's happy one minute and pissed off the next. It was hard to get used to it back when I was a newbie, and I kept racking my brain trying to figure out what I did wrong. But after we got close, I understood that she couldn't help it so I stopped letting her unpredictable mood swings affect me and eventually gave her the nickname. She gave up on telling me to stop calling her that long ago.

She glances at her watch and raises her brows before looking up at me. "You're late as usual, Joshy. I would've liked to see Mr. Roswell's reaction to this, but fortunately for you, he's not here yet."