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CHAPTER ONE
It’s been a few week since you first started working at Pump It Dave’s, a twenty four hour gas station in town with a little coffee shop inside. It brings good business you guess, being a twenty four hour place and all. You really need this job. It’s the only way you can pay for your shitty studio apartment downtown. College can be expensive and not living with you dad anymore because college is far away is kinda all you can do right now. You need this. Your dad needs this. You don’t wanna be mooching off of him all your life, it doesn’t feel fair to him. I mean sure he’d rather have you stay back home and study somewhere there but he needs to learn that you’re not a kid anymore and you have to learn to take care of yourself or more like you need to learn to live on your own. You already know you can take care of yourself just fine. You’ve known that since you where like twelve...
Anyways you mostly work on the counter but sometimes you end up helping out at the coffee spot since they’re run by the same guy. There’s a few shitty bars across the street so you see all kinds of people in here. Some people come here after drinks to sober up or take naps on the big sofa thats there. (Also people occasionally make out on that sofa or wait to get picked up by a friend cause there drunk as fuck,etc.) Other people just come to have a quick breakfast and wake themselves up with some coffee or picking some up for their terrible bosses on there way to work that morning.You find it entertaining to watch the different people that come by and sometimes you try to figure out the lives of those strangers by making up funny stories of how their night is going or who they could be in general. Its not such a bad job other than not getting much sleep and having to go to class at 8am in like two hours after your shift is through. Did I mention this is a twenty four hour gas station?
Yeah, exactly.
You notice this one girl who keeps coming in on most nights. She’s a pale skinned girl, with dark black hair with some heavy eye liner and amazing cheek bones which-okay she’s kind of really attractive. Especially in her usual dark lacy shirts and leather pants, you admit. There’s something about her though, it’s kinda really hard to come up with a funny fake background for her like the rest of the customers.
Sometimes she’s alone laying on the sofa with a book between her fingers but most of the time she’s accompanied with a different girl-friend every single night. (Or at least the nights you’re working. You don’t really ever get daytime shifts.) Tonight is one of those nights. She’s siting there with some blonde girl in heavy make up who seems really drunk. She must be looking for some jocks tonight and gotten drunk on her failed attempt so she’s just gonna flirt with her hot friend who’s a girl until some guy notices her. Yeah that sounds about right. Let’s call her “The blonde with a sexual appetite”. You laugh to yourself while giving someone back their card at the counter. What about that other girl though? What’s she all about tonight? You cant put you finger on this girls story and it feels like a challenge. Could she be a total player? Maybe she just has a lot of gal pals. Maybe they just have a lot of girls night ou-oh.
Nope.
They’re making out-not gal pals at all. I mean there some ass grabbing involved and you see how she moves her hand slowly up the “blonde with a sexual appetite’s” back and how she starts to pull at her hair a little so wow they should kinda stop or go somewhere else. They’re gonna scare the clients away! Yeah sure at 3am this place sure is packing with customers.(Note the sarcasm) Still you don’t wanna have to stare at this any longer and-oh my god is that tongue?
THEY’RE USING TONGUE.
Okay, Laura maybe you should just stop staring. This girl has no shame. Ugh, but in a way you feel like she doesn’t want to be kissing that blonde. There’s... something about her face that just feels...like-wow Laura yeah right, you need to stop making up strangers life stories.
“Um hello? Laura??”
You’re interrupted by a tall guy with big blue eyes and kind of a goofy face. In a way he’s kinda cute, like a puppy cute. But your confused as to how he even knew your name. You’re sure you don’t know him. He notices and points down at where your name tag is.
Of course Laura.
“Sorry to freak you out there little hottie, you were just kinda in a daze looking over there-” He looks to the sofa and opens his eyes wide.
“Which woah holy cow I can see why you didn’t hear me."
You get back to your normal self shaking your head.
“I’m sorry! Um, how can I help you on this extremely awkward night?” You scratch at your cheek with an embarrassed smile. He laughs
“Yeah $20 on number 4 aaand these goodies.”
He puts some cash on the counter with some chocolate chip cookies and a bottle of soda. You scan them and try not to make eye contact with him but he doesn’t really let you by continuing to strike up a conversation.
“So I’m guessing u have to deal with stuff like that more than twice a week with the bars over there and all filled with horny babes and drunk white girls, huh?”
You cant help but giggle and nod while saying “You have no idea” and handing his snacks over to him.
“Must get frustrating to watch.”
You don’t really know what he means but you guess its the whole awkward PDA feeling people get while standing near couples in action.
“I try not to pay much attention to them.”
He gives you a short loud laugh while bitting into one of his cookies and walking away.
“Well you have yourself a good night little hottie.” while winking at you with an open smile full of cookie mush. That was actually more adorable than gross so you can’t help but smile and wave him off. You indirectly look back to the sofa where the girl is straight up staring at you which what the fuck? How long had she been looking? I mean the other girl is kissing down her neck why the heck is she staring at me.
OH WAIT-SHIT .
How long have you been staring back?! You knock yourself out of whatever was happening and make a grossed out face while staring down at the counter. What the hell is wrong with that girl? Ugh that was weird. You slightly look up to see her and the other girl walking out the door. The blonde lets go of her hand and pushes the door while laughing in a flirty drunk way but the girl is staring at you again with a blank face and her lips slightly parted. She looks you up and down slowly with no intention of being discreet and walks out the door.
THANK GOD.
It was about damn time they left. I mean what the hell was that? And why are there still three hours left of your shift. You say to yourself as you look up the time on your phone’s screen. You start a sigh that ends in a grunt and just look at the security camera video above you. You can see her walking away into a cab with the blonde girl and you cant help but think out loud.
“I wonder what’s her story..”