Chapter 2: comfy condoms

I sat on the kitchen stool and stared at all of the objects on the counter. The toaster, the blender, the juicer, everything. Throwing a few things around had never been more appealing.

"Damnit."

How could he try to sleep with me? He didn't even apologize. What the hell did he take me for? How could he be so cynical?

Of course.

Because he was high.

Sighing and putting any tempting thoughts of pouring out his whiskey into the sink, I poured myself some orange juice, added a bit of tequila and moved to the sofa. I picked up the remote control and continued changing the channel until I finally settled for some mediocre reality show. Seemed interesting.

The sound of birds chirping and a bright ray of sunlight hit my face, very much to my annoyance. My eyes slowly fluttered open. A sweet smile formed on my lips.

Realizing I had slept off on the sofa, I got up and instantly groaned. Staring at the sofa, I came to a really important conclusion. Sleeping on the sofa, a terrible mistake which should never be repeated.

Yawning, I did a few more lunges and jumping jacks to help get my spine from crying. When I felt a little better, I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I actually felt refreshed which was weird. I almost felt..... fully rested, which of course was a total impossibility for a work day unless I missed..... work. Sipping it's contents, I relished on the sweet satisfaction of quenching my thirst. After capping the bottle, my eyes swept across the kitchen and they finally rested on the wall clock.

In one sudden action, all the water in my mouth came spluttering out. Like spit take spluttering out.

"Fuck!" My eyes widened and I looked at the time again in disbelief.

I sprinted to the room and flung my pyjamas off. I turned on the shower and within seconds I was soaping my body. In less than a minute, I was done.

"Damnit!" I cursed again when I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth. I brushed my teeth the fastest I could and believe me, that could've stood a chance of winning the award of the world's fastest teeth brushing.

When I got out, I looked at the clock and it was five minutes till noon. It then dawned on me that no matter what I did, I'd still be late.

"Hey Jenna." I spoke into my phone Immediately she picked my call.

"Where in devil's name are you?" she asked, disbelief etched in her voice.

"Home."

"Why in fuck's sake are you still home!" I crutched my Android out of my ear to avoid permanent eardrum damage. She was always the one to over react. I rolled my eyes at that.

"Damn it Jenna, relax. I just need you to cover for me until I get there. Please." I pleaded, making my voice sound as soft and pitiful as a possible. I knew my best friend and she could decide to let me suffer anytime.

Silence.

Not in the mood for any Jenna games, I added, "I'll buy you that new comfy condom package." I smirked, remembering how crazy she went when she saw them at the supermarket.

"Fuck you!" she said.

I smirked.

"Shit, fine. Make sure it's the comfy ones, okay?"

"Sure thing." I smiled while searching my closet.

I threw on my skinny jeans and a skyblue t-shirt. I quickly laced my sneakers and turned back to the mirror. I pulled out my hair and tied it into a messy bun. Applying little mascara and a layer of black eyeliner, I sprinted out of the house to catch a taxi. I didn't bother waking Eric or telling him I was leaving. Let's see how happy he'd be when he doesn't find me.

I glanced at my leather watch and it was half past twelve. Thirty minutes late. "Oh." I groaned. If Wilson didn't kill me today, then I'm meant to live forever.

I paid the driver the money recorded by the meter and walked straight into the building. I continued walking until I reached the dressing room. I grabbed an apron. One of the weird things about Mr. Wilson was that he didn't care about dress codes so we never got uniforms.

Briskly walking to the restaurant, I picked up a paper towel and started rubbing off nothing in particular from the perfectly clean table. I looked around. So far, so good. Turning back to my work, I went about my business and after a few seconds, I felt something hit me and fall off my neck.

"Ouch!" I immediately spun around.

"You deserve worse!" Jenna spat and eyed me with glassy eyes.

"What did I do this time?" I asked, rubbing my neck for injuries. I looked to the ground. "Was that a Tortilla chip?"

"You finally showed up to work and didn't even come looking for me. Not even a call!" she yelled at me dramatically.

"Are you high?"

With her eyes widened, she gave me a look.

"You know what, don't even bother answering that." I looked to the ground again. "Tortilla chip, really?"

"I honestly cannot believe you!"

My eyes immediately went round. "Stop it! People are staring," I said. "I just arrived and I was scared that someone might catch me coming to work this late. Where were you? You're on cleaning duty today." I continued my cleaning. Jenna picked up a paper towel and joined in on the fun.

"I went to have sex with a hot model in the bathroom," Jen stated casually and popped her gum.

I smirked and was about to give her a sarcastic, smutty reply when the doors shot open. I looked up to see who it was.

"Oh, shit."

Everyone straightened up and continued their work with renewed energy. I rolled my eyes at that. He moved over to the register book, scanned through it, and then walked over to Jenna and I.

Busted.

Jenna looked at me and she was doing that thing with her eyes. The thing where her eyes bulged out like they're gonna explode out of fear or anxiety. I shot her a "calm down look".

"Roxanne, I'll like to speak to you in my office. Now." And with that, he headed to the executive office.

Fuck.

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-C.