The Girl In The Candy Dress

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Chapter 5: Common Sense

It was just my luck that the guy who put a dent in my car that was deeper than the Pacific Ocean, was the guy I was now working with. Oh the joy.

He stared at me shocked with wide eyes not knowing what to say.

“What on God’s earth are you doing here?” I shout, but not too loud for the rest of the staff to hear.

“Nice dress” he comments, ignoring my question. I cross my arms over my chest and shoot him the deadliest glare until he sighed and then responded. “I’m here to earn money. What else? Plus I have a car that I owe money to” he says sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes in response. “And who’s fault is that?”.

A huge smirk was smeared onto his face, “Well, it-“

I cut him off by saying, “it was a rhetorical question, dumbass”.

“Right” he simply answered whilst tightening the tie onto his uniform. I must say he did look quite fine. But that didn’t change the first impressions he had.

He is a car smashing, smirk pulling, mighty fine little motherfucker.

And I barely know him.

“The other night, you said you didn’t have a job” I softly say while smoothing down the candy striped dress.

He grabs a two-way from the shelf and a cinema timings schedule. He nodded in agreement and said, “well yeah, but I have a few things to pay for and now your car, so I applied”.

I instantly felt bad about pushing for the repairs of my car. “Right, well just take your time paying me back. I know the parts for the car don’t exactly come from the Dollar Shop”.

He laughed to himself while turning to grab his vest but just enough time for me to see a heavenly grin.

Ok Zoe, stop drooling.

“Zoe, by the way” I say, remembering that we never exchanged names. However, he just looked at me as if I was math homework. Boring and stupid. “Ok then, I better go do my job”. With that I awkwardly turned around and entered the vibrant candy bar. No sessions were on till another hour which gave me time to teach Vanessa to use the register.

“So the bright green with a ‘P’ means small popcorn and the dark green with a ‘P’ means large popcorn. So what does the plain green with a ‘P’ mean?”.

“Medium popcorn”.

This training shit was honestly torture. Vanessa is a lovely girl and all but I must say that she’s not that bright. I don’t think she was given her sixth sense. Common Sense.

As the night passed, sales were made, popcorn was buttered and the staff grew tired. As I was teaching Vanessa how to close the candy bar, Jack passes by with massive, black garbage bags hanging from his shoulders and Mr. Douche following.

I walk over to our café where Harrison was closing the coffee area with Natalie. She was around the age of twenty-three with gorgeous strawberry blonde hair, green eyes which specked with a little brown and a gorgeous smile.

“How was the candy bar tonight?” Harrison asks while washing up.

I pick up a few dishes and helped out, “Alright, I’m more tired than usual though”.

“Probably because Miss Fifty Shades of Green wouldn’t stop asking you stupid questions”. I burst out laughing at the horrible, utter truth.

“Just remember Harrison…” I say while opening the door to exit, “we’ve all been in the same position”.

“Yeah but at least when I first started, I knew what the ‘Concessions’ tab meant” he fires back. I giggled under my breath and shook my head while stumbling back to the office to clock off. Just as I was about to leave, Jack walked in to also clock off, “Waddup Zo Zo” he greets.

“My legs feel like jelly” I respond whilst undoing my apron.

“Training was that bad? Mine was fine, he knew exactly what he was doing. I was both surprised and grateful”.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Oh, and who was it you trained again?” I ask, remembering I didn’t get Mr. Douchebag’s name.

“His name is Luke. Luke Hardens. Why?” he asks with slight confusion and worry.

“Oh nothing, just that he’s a bit of a smartass dipface”

“You know him?” Jack questions with a risen eyebrow.

“Yeah sure, something like that” I say waving off his question.

“Be careful Zoe, I’ve heard he isn’t a good guy”. Worry washes all over Jack’s face. It wouldn’t surprise me that Luke wasn’t a good guy. But would it be that bad that it made Jack go all over-protective brother.

I nodded and said my goodnights to everyone and headed straight home. I took a bus home instead of making my mum pick me up while dragging my two little sisters.

I leaned my tired head against the cool glass of the window, staring into the nippy, black night sky. My phone started buzzing. The words ‘Amelia’ appeared on the screen.

“Zoe! Do you ever answer your phone?” She shouts through the phone.

“Geez, calm down. I’ve been at work what’s up?”

“Two things. One, did you do the Biology homework? So I can copy it. And Two, I’m bored”

“Is that all you called me for? Well, no I haven’t done the homework, I’ll do it when I get home. Plus, your boredom is none of my concern”.

“If I’m bored, then you need to know. It’s your job as a best friend to be a good best friend”.

“Yeah yeah, when I get home I’ll send you whatever I’ve done”.

“This is why I need you”. After that, there was a shut from the phone and open doors to the bus stop I was getting off.

I stepped off the bus thanking the driver. Shoving my hands in the pockets of my coat and seeing the misty air which came from my mouth as I exhaled. It was freaking freezing.

After showering and completing whatever homework I needed to do, I sent it to Amelia. I grabbed a book and made a cup of tea. Perfect way for me to fall asleep.

The next day I went for breakfast with Amelia and then we went to the city to shop around where all the youth stores were mainly located. And maybe a Starbucks.

I bit into my bagel and slurped my ice coffee when I remembered that I hadn’t told Amelia about last night.

“Um…so something happened at work last night…” I trailed on.

“Did you quit? Oh thank god, I think I’m becoming sick of that place more than you do”.

“Well actually no”

“Oh” was her only reply.

“The dude who crashed my car…yeah well funny story. He kind of works with me”.

Amelia didn’t say anything.

Still nothing.

All I got was a parted mouth and a confused expression. “You mean, the good looking one? The one with the nice car? The one that-“

“Yes!” I cut her off, “that one”.

“Well shit” she said while sitting for a moment and thinking. Oh this isn’t good, whenever Amelia thinks it’s really just her devising a stupid plan in her head. I looked at her ‘thinking’ face with an amused expression.

“You need to have sex with him”

And there it is, her stupid plan.

“What is wrong with you?”

“It’s a good idea” she offers.

“It’s a horrible idea. Plus, I hate the guy. He’s such a smartass and thinks that the world revolves around him” I huff whilst crossing my arms.

“Well, would you look at that. You guys are a perfect match” she cheekily grins.

I slap her arm which wiped the grin right off her face. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Your stupidity”.

We finish our shop around and head back to my house. We dump the shopping bags on the bed and decide to watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Munching on the popcorn and slurping our drinks, Amelia nudges me.

“We’ve seen this a thousand times, let’s go and watch a new movie. Please”.

I really had no choice. We headed to my work to watch some kind of action film.

“Wait here, I’ll go get staff passes”. I headed to the back office and knocked on the manager’s door.

No answer.

I knock once more.

Again, no answer.

Where’s Katerina? I stood in the back area awkwardly for 5 minutes until some chubby dude with a pink button up shirt walked into the office.

“Hello, are you staff?” He asked with a bored and tired tone.

“Um…yeah, I was just wandering if I could grab-“

“Staff passes?” He finished off, “no, we aren’t allowing staff their passes due to new releases, oh and the back area being dirty”.

Ok, what the fuck? This guy was Douchebag 2.0.

“And who are you?” I question.

“Your new manager of course”

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