[In which a sarcastic highschool student gets through his school year with a crush]
Beep, beep, beep, beep
I let out a sigh as I swiped the groceries through the machine scanner sliding them into the bags. Man I'm 17 years old, and this is what I'm doing. Working in a mini mart cash register, at 6 pm in the evening on a Friday night
Sad huh?
For me not really, I mean if I'm being serious, i'd rather be here than at some party. I don't want to get piss drunk then holler about it the next day, no thank you sir
I smile a little at Ms. Winters the sweet old lady that lives across the street from the Mart. She smiled standing infront of me, "That'll be 29.75"
I watch as she pulls out her wallet, but suddenly looks up at me. "Boy that's a lot of money" I nod slowly watching her. "Why is that so much money?"
I let out a sigh, "I'm not the one who's buying all this, so I have no clue" I said, hearing a tint of sass in my voice. I didn't mean to, but people just ask the simplest questions
Ms. Winters nods taking out the money handing it to me, "How come you got that hat on? Were inside sweetie"
I let my hand roam up to my black wide brim hat then shrugged, "Because I like it, don't you like it?" She tilts her head a little, "Yes, but it makes you look a little gay"
"I am gay Ms. Winters, thought I told you this the other day" I say nonchalantly, yeah I was blunt but hey what did I have to hide for. If you're gay, then you're gay no big deal
I take out the change from the register handing her the coins. "Oh did you? That's cute" I rolled my eyes a little before putting the bags in her cart. "So, doesn't it hurt when you have sex?" She also asked questionably
I felt my cheeks turn to a furious shade of red, what the hell? "I wouldn't know, I haven't done anything yet" Ms. Winters gets behind her cart before leaning to pat my face, "Good sweetie, stay pure up there"
I stood there speechless as she gives me a warm smile before walking towards the exit. "What the fuck" I mumbled to myself. People around here are so weird, like what sweet ole woman asks about gay sex?
"Zayn! Get back to work! I don't pay you to just stand there!" I hear my boss Simon shout from the chip aisle nearby. The thing is, he doesn't pay me at all. Well not enough, 5 dollars a day of course
I'm still wondering why I work here, mostly because of my friends and my aunt says this makes me get out the house more
I sigh sitting behind my station. I glanced around the empty mart groaning more. I could be home stuffing my face, listening to music, staying in my room watching old movies. All that good stuff a loner like me does
"I know how you feel grim, we all don't want to be in this hell hole" I turn my head to see my co worker Jessica. She was a tall, dirty blonde haired woman with dark brown eyes and always shed her famous mean look.
The first time I met her I was 14, which was when I started working here. She was my mentor and might I say a kick ass one
She smoked, cursed, showed me all her tricks and shortcuts around the mart and since then she's been practically an older sister to me. Well much older considering she's in her 50's.
