• [chapter 3]

    Another day at work, another day in hell. Why hell you ask? Well, first of all it's really hot today, the a.c. is dead, there's no fan in the store, i'm unbelievably sweaty, cute guys walking in time by time but thinking i'm gross because i'm sweating so much, i'm stuck here until night and it's still the afternoon, i'm hungry because i didn't have the time to eat breakfast and so many more things to come. I tied my short hair into pigtails to keep my neck cool but it didn't help much because it was really humid today. I had no homework so there was nothing to keep me busy. I had absolutely nothing to do today other than work. I need something else to do or else i'll go insane. I put my hands over my face to wipe the sweat off and just stayed into that position until i couldn't stand the heat that my breathe caused as it came back and forth within my hands. I was literally bored to death.
    *Ding* Another customer came in, but i had my head on the counter and didn't bother to check.
    " Hey there little girly," a familiar voice whispered in my ear and played around with my hair.
    " CAN YOU PLEASE NOT EVER TOUCH ME?!" I backed away as quick as i could. Does he always have to ruin my life. My day was already bad, but he made it even worse. I sat at least a few feet away across the counter so that he wouldn't be able to reach me.
    " Sorry, but i can't help it," he gave me that same sarcastic smile. I hate that smile, it made me want to slap him right across his face. That would have made my day no problem, " so... when are we gonna start on our history project together?" He looked at me with his hands in his jean's pockets and his eyes fixated on me, which made me very very uncomfortable.
    " How 'bout i do all the work and you just go get drunk at all of your parties and then once i'm done with it i'll put our names on it and for the oral presentation just let me do all the talking, 'kay?" I talked to him like a child, he reminded me of a child, but a devilish child who would always get it's way no matter what it did.
    " I rather help you do the project. It would be more fun... and give me more time to spend with you," he whispered the last part but i obviously heard it. I grimaced in disgust.
    " Just stop talking to me you always give me a huge headache, it's annoying and UGH, just leave me alone!" I slammed my head onto the counter and left it there, the collision of my head hitting the counter made my headache even worse.
    " Why don't you take an advil or somethin'?" He reached out to touch the top of my head but i moved away just in time to dodge.
    " I took one this morning... and the morning before, and the morning before that and so on. It just won't go away... like someone else i know." I felt like dying right on that very spot, i couldn't tolerate the pain or him any longer.
    " Why don't you go get it checked by a doctor?" I wish he stopped caring.
    " Why don't you go away?" after i said that he looked at me with his caring face and left disappointed.
    " By the way, tomorrow the band is setting up in Dante's garage. Meet us there and after the rehearsal we are all going to work on our projects. Get there on time." I yelled out as he was leaving.
    " Sure sure." He waved his hand saying goodbye as he left. I stuck my tongue out and flipped him off. It wasn't very mature of me, but oh well he deserves it. Aren't i the sweetest person ever? As if...
    * * *
    The day ended miserably but I was actually able to get a good night's rest. It was unusually cold this morning but it eventually got hotter as the morning progressed. I grabbed my things and stuffed them into my van.
    I had no idea how i would get through the day with him being there... Why is my life so screwed? Por que? I always thought history was an okay class for me but now i hate it. Stupid Mr. Widt. I hope Jordan would stop stalking me. It's scary and not to mention very uncomfortable. If it's not him in the flesh hidden somewhere behind a bush of something, it's probably some spy he hired to follow me around all day. It's creepy and disgusting. I never knew Jordan would turn out to be like this, but i guess i'm wrong, like always. Jordan is just ONE BIG HASSLE. I could not tolerate him one bit. Its like trying to tolerate smelling sulfur all day, now I know no one would be able to do that....i think.
    I rid my head of all the thoughts i had of him and decided to move on and look forward to all the good things that would happen today. It was difficult to do that because stupid Jordan wouldn't even stay out of my mind. He was so... he's just.. i can't even think of a word that horrible. I sighed, and relaxed my head on the car's headrest and just sat there for a good five minutes to clear my mind. Music was the only other thing i could think of. Music. The answer to everything.
    I took my time to drive to Dante's house. It was a few miles away, usually it took me 15 minutes to get there, but i took my sweet time and added another 10 minutes. Time passed by slowly. Time. I hate that word. Time never stands still for me. I wonder when that'll ever happen. Oh, well.
    I reached the drive way at Dante's place and parked having the back of my van facing his garage so that it would b easier unloading everything.
    " Hey!" Max yelled out from the garage while she was tuning her bass, then i saw a disappointed look on her face, it was more like a disgusted face. Then i turned to see and saw Jordan's car pull up from behind. I slammed my head on the headrest and cussed as much as possible.
    " What the hell is he doin' here?" James came up to my window and whispered with an angry look on his face.
    " History project remember?"
    " Ugh, right." I heard Dante say from a few feet away while unloading my drum set from the back.
    " I thought you were kidding when you said you were gonna invite him over?" she opened my door and i hopped out to only see Jordan pull into the drive way. His timing was weird. What if he was waiting by a corner or something and when he saw my car come by he decided to drive behind me and come at the same time. He made me uncomfortably paranoid. I was absolutely tired of this. If i get anymore paranoid i swear i think i might just have to commit suicide.
    " Doesn't he just have the best timing?" max said sacrastically.
    " you read my mind." Max and i were practically like sisters. We thought the same things at the same time, we did the same things at the same time. It was weird but you get used to it after a few years.
    " Hey guys." Jordan got out of his huge pitch black hummer with ivory leather seats and all that other expensive junk like g.p.s. What ever it's not like i need any of that stuff.
    " You have weird timing-" Dante told him, but then i made him stop what he was saying as i hit his back with my drum stick. Sometimes Dante just talks way to much," ow, that wasn't very nice."
    " now who said i was nice?"
    "touche." whenever i head Dante say that i would laugh. It's just the way he says it that makes it sound funny.
    " So... rehearsal then project?" Jordan said while rubbing his hands together impatiently.
    " That's the plan." James looked at him with a glare as he said that. James' glare was so intimidating, but after a few years of knowing him you become immune to it and it becomes hilarious.
    Jordan inhaled slowly then exhaled and slowly made his way into the garage; then sat on one of Dante's screwed up chairs. He looked uncomfortable sitting in it. It made me laugh.
    I was hooking up the amps and everything but i seemed to be struggling with untangling a few wires.
    " you need some help with that?" Jordan offered with a smile.
    " No." i replied as fast as i could and with anger. I don't know how he could stand being in a room with people hating him. I would never be able to do that, i would go insane. I had to admire the fact that he was capable of doing that, but the feeling left me as soon as it came to me.
    " if you say so." he said to me with a cunning smile knowing that sooner or later i would ask for help and no one would help me because they were busy with something else.
    " Fine, but you do it yourself, i'm gonna do something else." as soon as he got up off his chair i got up and left to go talk to Max.
    I met up with her in the kitchen and sat on the counter near the microwave and sink," Jordan..."
    " he gettin' on your nerves again?" she looked at me and waiting in front of the microwave for her popcorn to finish.
    " Hell yeah. Dude, i cannot stand him," I kicked the air in anger but it didn't make me feel any better.
    " what did he do?" The popcorn finished and she took out a bowl and dumped it all in there, then she went to microwave some butter.
    " he exists, that's what he did wrong." I placed my face in the palm of my hands.
    " Alicia, i wish you could just get over it." That was the last thing she told me then she left for the garage.
    I hopped off the counter and headed into the garage as well only to find Jordan playing on my drums.
    "DUDE, never touch my drums." now he's really pissing me off.
    " told you she'd yell." Jame's smiled knowing that he would get hurt.
    "don't have to yell you know." He got up and handed me the sticks.
    " Let's get this straight. Never touch the drums, never breathe on the drums, never look at the drums, never do anything that includes my drums! got it?" I stuck my drum stick into his chest emphasizing the fact.
    " It's not like it's your baby so just calm down." he said while backing away.
    " Wrong. It is my baby. Never touch my baby." I snarled at him.
    " You went a little too far that time." Max laughed.
    " come on lets hurry and finish." Dante counted off and we all started to play our music.
    Time passed by and we finally finished rehearsing. The project was the next thing to do.
    "Let's get this over with." I headed upstairs with everyone and Jordan following behind.
    " This will be fun." He whispered to himself. Oh, God, how i hate Jordan so very dearly. At least the two of us wouldn't be alone.
    The project wasn't that bad, we got through a lot of stuff with out anything weird. It wasn't as i thought it would be. It was going smoothly and there was nothing the be afraid of. In no time we got all of our research done and decided it was time for both of us to leave.
    " Next time, my place." he walked to his car door and opened it.
    I panicked. No wonder he was so nice to me today. He did it again. That b*****d.
    That was the very last thing i thought of that night as i drove home and went to bed.
    [end of chapter 3]