Rude Awakening © 2011 Veradis. All Rights Reserved.
[WARNING: DON'T READ THIS CRAP! SERIOUSLY, DON'T. IT WAS WRITTEN WHEN I DIDN'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT WRITING.]
Chapter Four - Talia
Four weeks later
New York, NY
If my life were summarized into a single word, it would be 'crap'!
I had it all. Unfortunately for me, an idiot came and ruined everything. Yeah, I was the idiot.
I spent four weeks searching for a replacement internship, but all the summer internships were filled. Just my luck! Graduation was definitely postponed for year. Who would have thought that one kiss with one jerk would result in a year set back?
Now, I was stuck working as a barista at Starbucks, of all places. The only reason I got this stupid job was to keep up appearances with my parents. I left in the morning and came back in the afternoon; the same exact schedule as the internship. They had no reason to suspect a thing. But I knew this charade wouldn't last forever. I was surprised that I had gotten away with this act for four weeks now.
Eh, what was the use in worrying, right? I was safe, well just as long as my father remained in the dark, and off my back. But how was I going to explain this to him? He was still under the impression that I was on my fourth and last week of the internship. If he ever discovered the truth . . .
Just the image of his reaction made me shudder. If I didn't do something soon, I wasn't going to last much longer. But what? Where would I have started? I was lost. The permanent pang of anger and resentment within was a daily reminder of the failure my life had become.
What had I gotten myself into, and how was I going to get myself out of this hellhole? A part of me wished that I had persevered; I would have been finished with my internship and off to better things, but no, that wish was to remain a lame figment of my imagination.
Why did reality have to be so . . . frustrating?
I hated this job. I knew it was only my first week, but come on! I loved coffee. I thought it was the greatest invention of mankind since the wheel but that quickly faded. After the first three days, the smell of anything coffee related made me sick to my stomach. As the days progressed, my feelings towards my job depressed. It felt like I was going to die of boredom. Every day, it was the same people ordering the same drinks. No excitement and no change. Just thinking about the job made me yawn.
“Next!” I yelled, gripping my sharpie pen to an empty cup. “Hi! Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get started for you, today?” I welcomed the next customer, not bothering to look up.
A soft familiar voice caught me off guard, "Lia?"
My eyes immediately searched for the source; it was Lucifer himself. "Ouch!" I muttered, rubbing my neck to relieve the sharp pain. My head shot up so fast that I thought I pulled a muscle. Argh! Why was it that every time he was around, something bad always happened?
“W-what are you doing here?” Alex chuckled, flashing me his pearly white, 1000-watt smile. I abruptly looked down to the cup I had clenched in my tiny, but tense fingers.
Crunch. The undue pressure I had exerted upon the cheap, plastic cup led it to fold in on itself.
A faint snicker traveled from Alex's lips and into my ears. My life was in such a decline that I didn't bother. What was the use?
“I work here,” I replied flatly, avoiding eye contact as I reached for a new cup from the one of the several stacks lined against the counter. The slightest glimpse into those smoldering chocolate brown eyes of his would have weakened me at the knees. Argh! Snap out of it!
He shrugged at my lackluster response, not wanting to put up a fight.
“I’ll have a Venti Caramel Frappuccino with extra, extra caramel drizzle on top,” he ordered, popping the 'P' as he said 'top' to lighten the mood. It did. I noticed the corner of my lips curved upwards. How was this d-bag able to make the simplest word sound like the most adorable thing to leave anyone's lips? A faint chortle departed my lips as I scribbled his name onto the cup.
He added, “Oh, wait. Could you also add extra caramel drizzle on the sides of the cup, too?” His right index finger swirled around in a spiral, mimicking the signature Starbucks swirls.