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Crap! I'm running late again for the what?... The Fifth time this week?. 

I'm screwed, yeah. Definitely screwed .and my feet hurt, i can't tell how many times I've had to run on heals anymore and i don't think i can ever get used to it because these things hurt like hell. 

Damn heals! 

I should have just gone with the vans but i can't. Because victor is just a regular asshole. 

Finally getting to the bar, i met it extremely crowded with an extra busy Jim. 

This is the thing about down side, it has absolutely no age limit and doesn't give two fucks about illegal teenage drinking just as long as it's making good money. Which is why on Busy days like this you find both the adults who want to loosen up, the high school jocks and a bunch of college kids swarming the place. 

Days like this are days when victor actually shows up to see how his business is going. Which means I'm utterly screwed! 

Shit! 

I run to the back and quickly change into my work outfit. I don't bother looking at myself or i know I'm going to crunch my nose in disgust, actually i think I'm already doing that, because even without looking i know i look like a whore. And i hate it. 

I quietly slip behind the bar and get to work. Since Travis had decided to quit a few days ago I've been over graded to bartender and bar tending waitress. How great! 

I say over graded because it's a whole lot of work load especially right now. Working as fast as my hands can i serve multiple shots and navigate my way towards different occupied tables. Jim notices me but doesn't say anything and i too, try not to make any form of contact with him. 

A bunch of frat kids come in and buy like literally all the beer we have. 

Well that's good for me because i get to go home with a huge tip tonight. Especially with the black guy that's been eyeing me like a piece of meat and ordering a lot of drinks over and over again, constantly dropping huge tips at each one. Probably not because he wants to drink all of that but to get a glimpse of me. 

Why not! With the huge portion of cleavage showing off and my very shinny tanned legs. I know they are shinny because of the Alo-vera body lotion i use. Caroline has a lot of it and she always gives Kyle like a dozen bottles to give to me of their different products whenever she goes shopping. 

Kyle's mom is the absolute beauty queen. You'd think she'd had taken up a career as a model with her long legs to die for and slim petite figure. But it would surprise you to know that she's a lawyer, and a pretty good one at it. 

After the long hours of working and being groped---

Yes, i was groped, twice, it really gets tiring. But you shouldn't feel pity for me but more for the chocolate skinned hipster at least he looked like one, because right before he left, i dragged his drunk ass behind the bar and gave him a good kick to the shin. 

The poor guy. I bet he won't be able to have 'fun' any time soon. 

And now I'm completely exhausted. You'd think I'll finally be free after all the work and cleaning. But then Jim finally speaks to me for the first time since i got here, and his words are "victor wants to see you " the last words I've ever wanted to hear my entire life. 

How fucked up is that? 

I saw this coming, i did, but that doesn't stop the frustrated groan that escapes my mouth. Great! Just great! 

Hesitantly, i walked into the small office behind the bar to come face to face with the devils incarnate.

His usual frown and jungle hair in check. His back pressed down against the backrest of the wooden chair almost comfortably as he dug his fingers through his thick beard. 

"Ahh, good evening victor. You wanted to see me? " i play it cool. 

He stares at me carefully from head to toe, his eyes hanging briefly on my exposed cleavage for a while before landing back on my face. 

"You came in late "not a question. A statement. 

I clear my throat "about that... It won't happen again."

"Really? "he lifts a bushy eyebrow at me "is that what you would have said this past few weeks? "

How did he possibly know about that! 

I clear my throat again "er... "

"I should have fired you a long time ago -"

Huh? 

"-but considering the fact that Trevor or Travin or whatever his name is, is gone, you get to keep your job till i find a replacement ".

What the... My brows crease deep and i don't even even know what to say. 

I'm so angry. How could he say this! Of course I've been late a few times yeah, but I've worked my ass off for this job and he just dismisses me like this. I want to say something but no words come out. 

He makes a dismissive gesture with his hands. Annoyed i walk away biting my lip and stomping my feet.

After a quick change, i meet a pacing Jim at the entrance door with his hands stuffed in his pocket. On seeing me he straightens and adjusts his jacket. "that was quick. "

Noticing my expression a small frown plays on his face "that bad huh? "

"Yeah " 

He stares at me for a while then clears his throat "well er... You want me to give you a ride? "

I take some time to think about it. Truth is, i don't really want to be in a car alone with with Jim right now, or anytime at all. But I'm completely exhausted and i know i might collapse if i try to walk home and i can't call Kyle to come pick me up because i don't want to disturb him right now even though i know he won't mind.

Besides i can't risk seeing him look at me with those eyes he gives me when he wants to say something but doesn't want to upset me. Kyle has always been against me working on my own especially in a bar of all places. 

"Okay " i finally agree, putting on the tough look instead of really screaming yes please, like i really want to. 

He nods and opens his car door for me. I smile a grateful smile at him and step in. 

The familiarity of the white corolla hits me and i inhale the harsh tropical smell. This car, where we shared a lot of memories together. 

Right here in this seat was where Jim and i shared our first kiss. It was after mum's memorial and the whole stunt that Andrew pulled i was pissed as hell and wanted to loosen up, so i drank and drank all my pain away, right here in this bar, really it wasn't even that much but after two shots i was already drunk off my ass, first time sucks, so Jim took it upon himself to deliver me home safely, but my drunk ass was so confused as to why he was being so nice to me and then the alcohol kissed him. 

I'd never been that confident before, but with the burning alcohol in my system, i felt very much confident when i kissed him especially since he didn't hesitate to kiss me back. 

Shaking the memory out of my head, i focused my attention at the window at hearing the drivers door slam shut and Jim start the ignition. 

We drove in thick awkward silence until half way through Jim uttered a low "I'm sorry. "

I could think of a few things he should indeed be sorry for but i don't grace that statement with a reply and just keep staring out the window. 

After that no other words were said and he drops me off after saying a not so silent "thank you."

Heaving a long tiresome sigh, i pulled open the door ready to forget about the rest of the world and have the best or the worst sleep ever, I don't really care. But the world just had to put obstacles in every aspect of my life .