Starting Over (ITILMBBF Sequel)

You're Hired

"You weren't going to tell me Chace was living with us?" I hissed at Aaron while we were walking to the campus bar. For two reasons.

One: I needed to get out of that apartment and away from Chace. Seeing him was a shock to say the least.

Two: I needed a job. Killer wardrobes and the money to buy them don't grow on trees, you know.

Aaron groaned, "I seriously thought you knew and just didn't want to talk about it!"

"Didn't want to talk about it? I'm living with my ex-boyfriend. Of course I would want to talk about it!" I exclaimed. What was he even thinking? "This is what I get for not having a girl best friend. I would've definitely known then."

"Hey! I'm just as good as a girl bff. If not better because I'm extra eye candy." He flexed a muscle and winked at a girl walking by.

I slapped his muscles away. "Okay, put that down. You're embarrassing yourself."

We turned right into a sports bar on Main Street. Miami was a popular town, but Miami State resided just outside of the actual city. Leaving us students with one strip of road and a twenty minute car ride to the good stuff. The strip mainly consisted of bars, which I wasn't old enough to get into, and a few local restaurants that closed down when the campus didn't hold students.

The sports bar was cheesy to say the least. Almost like they were trying to be a Buffalo Wild Wings, they'd stuffed the bar tenders and waitresses into referee uniforms. With extra cleavage for the female staff, though I suspected that had more to do with getting good tips than a mandatory thing. I glanced down at my breasts, they weren't ample or anything, but I'd never had any complaints before. In terms of service staff, were all boobs good boobs?

While I fought the urge to roll my eyes at the panic I was having over such a detail, we waited for the bartender to make her way over to us. The bar was crowded and it took more then a few shoves to make it to the front; a good sign that they needed a lot of help. Between that and the gloriously large 'HELP WANTED' sign in the window my chances might've not been as bad as I thought. Small boobs, big boobs, or no boobs.

"Skye, I don't know if you should be working here," Aaron proclaimed, taking a look around the joint. "It's one step away from a Hooters waitress."

"Thanks," we heard an angry voice growl from in front of us. My eyes snapped up to be met with an angry looking blonde behind the bar. She was cute in an almost intimidating way when she was steaming like that. Freckles all scrunched up with her nose in a look of disgust.

Aaron coughed awkwardly and I jabbed my elbow into his gut. This could very well be the girl I needed to hire me.

"Sorry about him," I answered back confidently and handed over my resume and the sheet they'd wanted filled out when I called ahead to ask about the job, "I'm here to apply for the job. I spoke to Tammy on the phone last week-"

"Do you have ID?" She interrupted me with a raised eyebrow. The dark blonde hairs were plucked into a perfect arch that I could never manage. I would've felt self-conscious, had she been looking at me at all. She was still scanning over my paper work, however.

I dug my license out from my still stained shorts- I'd found the nerve to change out of the oversized tee, but once I'd heard Chace and co. start to talk one night stands, I'd high tailed it out of there- and handed it over to her. She check it, looked up at me, and then handed it back.

"What shirt size are you?"

"Medium."

"Good, that's all we have left in stock. You're hired," she informed me. "Be here on Monday. You can start on the morning shift and work your way up to nights when we're crowded."