Unstable (Sequel to Twisted)

Chapter 1

My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I took it out to check it. I got a text from Fran, asking where I was. I glanced back up at the sky, seeing the clouds grow thicker, and smiled weakly at the man.

"Well, I should be getting back. It looks like it's going to rain soon."

"It does." The man followed my previous gaze, shuffling his feet. His cheek was bright red by now. "Hey, uh, if you need a ride, we could give you one."

I stared at him and he noticed my stare, chuckling a little awkwardly. "Like I said, miss, we aren't kidnappers. We're actually college students."

I broke out in a feeble smile, knowing it was probably going to start raining any second and I had a few more blocks to go. "I don't live far from here."

He opened one of the back doors for me and I climbed in. The van was actually very clean from the inside, and the seats were wide and spacious. I invited the cool air conditioning rolling in from the front of the van and set my purse down next to me, buckling myself in. I still felt terribly grateful (and highly embarrassed) about what had just happened, but if I thought about it too much then it would continue to eat at me. I've learned that if something happens, just brush it off and keep going.

Because if you don't, it'll eat you alive.

"I'm an absolute failure." I announced in a groan as soon as I opened the front door, seeing Fran sitting on the sofa, watching a movie. Perrie was in the background, and it looked like she was making a sandwich.

Fran was dressed in dark sweats and a simple tank top, while Perrie was still wearing her uniform from work; her platinum blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, her makeup still intact.

"Why? What happened?" Fran immediately turned her full attention to me, muting her movie.

I set my purse down on one of the end tables near the couch, letting out an aggravated sigh as I sank down in the recliner. I was rubbing my temples, the image of the shock in the man's eyes from earlier still fresh in my mind.

"I dropped a drink all over someone." I mumbled. "And then I got three orders wrong. So needless to say, they don't want me for the job."

Fran and Perrie were both silent; they knew I would make a terrible waitress. I stared at the muted TV, hating the stretching silence.

"Maybe you could be a maid?" Fran suggested gently. "I could put in a good word for you."

"Babe, maybe being a waitress just isn't for you." Perrie added sympathetically.

"Then what is right for me?" I settled back further into the seat, pulling my legs up against my chest.

"Have you ever tried working as a cashier?" Perrie asked.

"No. Maybe I'll try that next."

"Well let's watch a movie or something." Fran suggested cheerfully, tossing the remote at me, which I barely caught. "Don't worry-you'll get a job soon. It's only been 2 weeks."

"Eh, I don't really feel like watching a movie." I grumbled, forcing an apologetic smile at Fran's attempt to make me feel better. I got off the recliner and handed the remote back to Fran. "I think I'll just take a nap, if that's okay with you."

I walked out of the room and headed back into my room, which was situated at the end of the hallway. Out of all the other girls' rooms, mine was the largest. Fran and Perrie wanted the other ones with simple reasons; Fran wanted the one with the most windows and Perrie wanted the one with the bigger closet. Perrie actually also had the most clothes out of Fran and I combined. Don't even get me started on her shoes...Half of her closet was made of clothes while the other half was nothing but shoes.