When Trouble Meets Trouble

[ C h a p t e r - N i n e t e e n ]

I saw a few girls spit out their gum and others began dragging their shoes across the floor or taking them off. One of the girls put a water bottle away and another finished off a bag of chips. “Now, what are your names?”

Sabrina began pointed to the girls as she went. “This is Valerie, Peyton, Jessie, and Hilary. They’re on the cheer squad. Cheyenne, Cara and I are on Cross Country.” I waved at the girls.

“I’m Savannah and I don’t do sports,” I replied as I opened the back door. The girls began to pile into the car, giggling as they sat down. Sabrina took the passenger’s seat and I sat in the driver’s seat.

Before I could even tell them that there will be no music, Sabrina began blasting pop music. They all started singing, or should I say screaming, along to the song. I felt like a soccer mom.

~~~

When we reached the mall, the girls began to file out of the car. “Are you guys going to need rides home?” I asked and Sabrina smiled sheepishly.

“Valerie and I do,” she smiled and I nodded.

“How long will you guys be?” I asked and Sabrina placed a finger on her chin.

“About 2 or 3 hours," she replied and I groaned loudly.

“What am I supposed to do for 2 or 3 hours?” I complained.

“You could always call Jonah,” Cara sang. The other girls laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not going to call Jonah,” I imitated the way she said Jonah’s voice.

The girls let out loud laughs. Sabrina took out her phone and began clacking away. “I’m pretty sure Georgia’s here; I think she works today.”

I shrugged and sat down at a table in the food court while the girls ran off. A few moments later, I heard someone shout my name. “Savannah!”

I looked up to see Georgia flying through the air, her arms outspread. “Hey, Georgia,” I stood up and allowed her to latch herself onto me. It was awkward how everyone was staring at us but when she grinned at me, I just rolled my eyes.

“How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” she continued and I rolled my eyes again. I’ve been doing a lot of eye rolling.

“I saw you less than a week ago,” I told her, motioning for her to sit down. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“I work here," she told me with a grin. I noticed her ‘Cinnamon Cart’ outfit. Both of my eyebrows rose and I held back a laugh. “I know, I know, it’s a nerdy outfit but it pays well!”

“How much?” I asked her and she shrugged.

“A bit more than minimum wage and I work 4 days for 3 hours each," she told me. 

I nodded my head; I make about the same amount but I work more. “Sounds fun.”

She shrugged. “I also get to see the hot guys eat cinnamon treats.”

I smiled. “Are you on break?” I asked her and she shrugged, glancing at her phone.

“I have 5 minutes," she grinned.

“How about we go back to your job and not get you fired?” I laughed while she continued to smile. 

~~~

I was seated in a chair beside the ‘Cinnamon Cart’, spinning in circles while Georgia took orders. “I’m Georgia. Welcome to the ‘Cinnamon Cart’, what can I get you?”