Jessica
The bus pulls up, and the driver smiles at me when he sees how much my mood has changed. I am downright happy! No! Ecstatic! “I take it you had a change of luck?” he asks me as I climb the steps, not hiding my glee.
I smile back,” Yes, I start my new job tonight.” I say proudly.
He nods approvingly at me, and I drop my money in the toll as I walk to a seat and begin scrolling on my phone, applying for multiple credit cards. I will not falter on my promise; the kitchen will be fully stocked when Julie gets home, but between my student loan debt and the many credit cards already in past due balance, I am only approved for five hundred dollars, but this is enough.
I don’t care what I must do tonight; I will make great tips and begin paying down the debt I have accumulated. This is the start of a new life.
I break the heel off my other shoe so they match, but I hope to buy flip-flops when I shop.
The bus approaches the street where the grocery store is located, and I pull the string, making it stop. The driver waves goodbye to me, and I hop off, walking the few blocks to the grocery store. I inhale deeply as I enter the automatic doors; the smell of food is overwhelming, and I am STARVING.
I walk over to the deli area and grab a sandwich, tearing open the packaging like a savage. I take a bite quickly, barely tasting the expensive deli turkey within, but I need sustenance, not taste. I take a few more bites, and my stomach begins to settle, and I chew more appropriately now as I walk through the aisles filling the cart with everything we need.
I know eating before paying will be considered frowned upon, but I don’t care. I will buy all of this and more. I see a pair of flip-flops in the novelty section and place them inside the cart too. They even have beautiful white flowers on them- my luck is finally changing.
I buy more things I can cook at home, like crockpot meals. But truth be told, I don’t know how to cook that well. Julie was right- Mom made home-cooked meals every night, but I was always too busy studying to learn how to make them myself.
Then I went away to college, and I rarely had time to cook. College is even more intense than high school, especially pre-med. My roommate and I utilized the crockpot in our room and a hot plate, but we mainly ate all processed food or went out to restaurants when we had the time.
The cart is filled with food, and I try to keep track in my head as I place each item in the basket; $450 is what my count is now, and I go to the register, placing the items on the register belt.
“Good afternoon; how is your day?” The cashier asks in a cheerful- high-pitched voice.
I smile, “It’s great. I just got a new job. Everything is great,” I beam, but that is a lie. Not everything is great, but she doesn’t need to know my life story. I already shared my parent’s death with Mike today- it’s an unsettling topic.
I watch her bag each item, and since I got approved for this credit card, I am going to splurge and call a taxi service; carrying this much stuff home on the bus will be impossible.
“$453.93,” she says, smiling, and I pull out my phone, letting her scan the barcode to my new card.
The register beeps, and she takes a breath, “Uhm, it says it’s denied,” her voice is sympathetic, but she looks at me with a serious face. “Do you have another one you want to try?”
I shake my head, pulling up the phone screen again, “No! Look, it says right there that it’s APPROVED. SEE!?” I say, handing her my phone.
“You’re right. It does, but it takes forty-eight hours for it to be usable. You didn’t read the fine print, did you?” her voice is snarky, and I want to punch her.
My mouth gapes, and a baby cries behind me; shit, there’s a line.
My eyes begin to fill with tears as I look at the failure that’s being displayed for the whole store to see; I can’t even feed my siblings, and I feel like everyone is judging me. This is a nightmare.
“Here, use this,” A familiar voice comes from behind me. His arm comes in front of my face as he hands the cashier his card. The cashier smiles widely as she looks at the mystery man who is taking pity on me and buying all of my groceries. I owe this man so much, but I am also so embarrassed. I take a deep breath and turn to face him; I have to thank him. I am desperate and not too proud to accept help at this time- we need it.
“Sure, Mr. Ricci, No problem.” She says, puffing up her cleavage, trying to impress this man.
But my mouth gapes, and I hold in my gasp as my eyes set on him- It’s Marshmallow Damon. I want to say thank you, but the words won’t come out. Why is he here?! Why is he doing this?! The card machine beeps, and the cashier hands him back his card, smiling like an idiot.
“Approved,” she chuckles, but he says nothing.
“Jessica, show me to your car. I’ll help load you up,” Damon says, looking at me, but I still can’t speak as I gather the grocery bags and head toward the parking lot. My heart is racing when we get outside, but I don’t know what to say. Damon gave me a job out of pity, and now he’s paying for my groceries. I barely know the man, and he’s also my boss.
“Jessica, your car?” he says again, his voice more annoyed.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“What?” he says, and I turn around.
“Thank you,” I say a little louder, plastering a smile on my face. “Thank you for the job and for the groceries, but I don’t have a car. You have done enough. I’ll figure out how to get home.”
Damon stares at all the bags and then at me, “No, I will drive you home.”
“No, that’s okay,” I protest, but his eyes narrow, and he shakes his head.
“This isn’t up for debate, Jessica! I will drive you home. There is no way you can get all of this on the bus by yourself, and I am sure as hell not riding it.”
I sigh in defeat and follow him toward his car. It’s a black Bently and he opens the trunk for my many bags. We place them all inside and I open the car door, “What’s your address?” he asks as I sit in the passenger seat.
“455 Milky Lane,” I say, looking down. He nods and starts the car, but my phone rings, and I sigh as I look at the caller ID; it’s the school.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Sanders, we need you here immediately. Julie has been in a fight and is hurt!”
“HURT!?” I gasp, and Damon looks at me.
“Yes, you need to take her to the hospital; she needs stitches.”
“STITCHES!?” I gasp as I listen to the rest of what she is telling me.
Damon can hear the entire conversation and sighs as he looks at me, “Bravely Charter School?” He asks, and I nod as he puts the car in drive.
How can this get any more embarrassing?
“Oh,” he says casually, reaching into his pocket and pulling out my red lacy thong. “Mikey had these, but I took them back. I was going to give them back to you tonight, but there’s no time like the present,” he says, smirking, dropping them in my lap.
Oh, I guess it can.
DamonI’m sitting in my office about four hours before opening when there’s a knock on the door, “Come in,” I call, and the door slowly opens. Mikey is standing there with a broken plunger that is dripping water all over the floor, and I stare at him in disbelief. “Dude, what the hell?” I ask, pointing at that disgusting thing. “Why is THAT in my office?”“The woman’s toilet is clogged. I think they were flushing tampons again,” Mikey says with his face full of disgust. “Okay?” I question, frustrated. “Did you get it unclogged?” he nods but eyes the broken plunger.“The other two are clogged as well, and now I don’t know how I am going to fix them. Do you want me to call a plumber?” He asks, and my eyes widen.“Oh, sure, let’s just give the FEDS a personal invite into my business, Mikey!” Mikey’s mouth gapes, “Damn, that’s not what I meant. My cousin is a plumber. I can call him.” he suggests, and I shake my head, grumbling. “No, I’ll go hit the store and grab another one. There’s
JessicaDamon is quiet as we drive, and I look at the thong he placed in my lap- why did he have this? Where did he find this? Has this been in his pocket all day? I have so many questions. Why did the God have MY underwear in his pocket?“I found them behind the bar. I was going to give them back to you tonight, but now is fine too. You can slip them back on if you want,” he says, not even glancing at me. “Here? Like right now?” I ask, and I watch a slight smirk curl on his lips.“It’s up to you. I won’t tell anyone you aren’t wearing panties,” he eyes me, “Well unless you want me to.” He says, with his eyebrows raised. My cheeks burn red with embarrassment as I feel the lacey fabric and untangle it, reaching down for my ankles. I glance at him as I reach them and nervously place the panties around each of my feet, “I won’t watch. I promise.” He says in a serious tone, and his eyes return to the road.My eyes don’t leave him as I pull them on as quickly as I can, but his eyes remain
DamonI watch as Ms. Kale’s face falls as I threaten her, and I grin internally, knowing I have already won. Jessica has no idea who I am but has also been away at college for two years. Most people in this town either know me as the billionaire or the mafia lord. Either way, it doesn’t matter- they both hold power.“You really think the news would care about something like this?” she asks me, and I watch Jessica’s face out of the corner of my eye. I recognize the terror on her face. I think she’s afraid I will get her sister expelled, but this Charter school snobby bitch has no idea what she is up against.“I do, actually. I know the head reporter, Molly Campbell. She and I are very close, and she always loves when I bring her stories. You may remember the most recent one,” I say, raising my eyebrows, “Lilly’s pet store.”Ms. Kale gasps at the mention of one of the biggest new stories that has ever been broken in this town. Lilly’s wasn’t a real pet store, no. She was selling and bre
JessicaJulie is absolutely smitten with Damon, and I sigh as he unlocks his car- I know she is going to be my annoying little sister, the one who has no filter. I know she is going to ask all sorts of questions, but I bet if I told her he was my boss and not my friend, she might shut up.Too bad I would then have to tell her where my new job was and what I will be doing there; that is definitely not happening. “You should tell Jessica about money. We can barely pay our bills,” she blurts out.The words resonate in my head as I lean my head against the cold glass window. I don’t even feel embarrassed that she told Damn- he already knows. She doesn’t even know that we have groceries in the trunk that our probably melting as we drive to his house so his PERSONAL doctor can give her stitches.I will never be able to provide for her like this. It doesn’t matter if I take off my clothes every night or even become a doctor; I would never be a billionaire.Damon turns onto a dirt road, and
Damon“Wow! Look at all this stuff!” Julie gasps as she wanders around our triage area. I chuckle as I glance at Jessica, but her eyes are on Dr. Tabby Hostel, and if looks could kill, Tabby would be dead, but why? Is it because this was her dream?Well, maybe not to work for a Mob family but to be a doctor? Is this bringing up some pain for her?“Julie, come over here, please!” Jessica’s tone is irritated, and Julie sighs as she walks back over, “You are being rude.” She loudly whispers into her ear. Julie frowns as I look at Tabby.“Tabby, this is Jessica and her little sister, Julie. Julie needs stitches after she got into a fight at school.” Tabby sighs as she walks toward Julie, and Julie reluctantly holds out her arm, “Here, let’s take you over here.” Tabby says with a smile on her face. Julie looks at Jessica, and she nods at her to follow, and we all walk to the exam table. Tabby puts on gloves and then pulls the bloody rag away. Jessica’s face twists as she sees the wound, a
JessicaTabby!? What kind of name is that? I feel like I should meow at her. Worst of all, she is all over Damon like a damn cat in heat!I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I don’t like it! It’s not like he is mine, but there is something here! Jessica! What are you thinking? He is your new boss and looks at you like a charity case! No, No, No! I scold myself, but as I watch Tabby *eye-roll” run her fingers down his bulging bicep, something snaps inside me.“Damon, are you coming?” I call to him, and Julie glances at me, a look of amusement on her face. Crap- if she can see it, Dr. Prowl and Damon will be able to as well. Keep it cool, Jessica.“Yeah, I’m coming, Jessica. Let’s get the groceries unpacked before they melt.” He says, but he grabs Tabby’s hand momentarily, and my heart sinks.Why would I assume that she wasn’t his girlfriend? Obviously, she is. I sigh, and Julie opens the hospital door, but Damon is right behind us. He pushes by us and looks down the hallway- I as
DamonI sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on. The house they lived in before was a few blocks away in one of the nicest suburbs in this town- I know each one of them is feeling this downgrade. Especially Jessica: I noticed all her stuff was in the living room. She doesn’t even have a bedroom. I can tell she feels like she’s failing but I can’t believe how resilient she is. She took on two younger children and gave up on her dreams; I admire her.I get inside my car and grab my cell phone from the center console. There are 10 missed calls and I smirk reading each text message Mikey has left me.“
JessicaI pull my sweatshirt over my black camisole in this tiny bathroom and look down at the matching sweatpants I wear and sigh- I was told to wear something comfortable to work, but I will not be staying in this; I will be given my sexy uniform tonight. Sexy…That word haunts me. I have never been sexy.I turn around and face the closed bathroom door, grabbing my makeup from the space saver that hangs on the back of the door, and a memory flashes across my mind. One when I was seven and I was in my mother’s room. I had sat at her vanity, and I had begun playing with her makeup when she caught me. I thought she would be angry but it’s one of my most precious memories of her. One I keep close to my heart now that she’s gone.“Here, let me help you,” My mother’s voice echoes as I stare into the mirror. “Jessica, you have natural beauty, you don’t need much.” She says, grabbing a makeup remover wipe and wiping my face full of the bright blue eyeshadow that I had put all over my eyeli