He absolutely hated his job! The ONLY reason that he got the stupid job was because he needed to repair his jeep and couldn't ask his pops for cash anymore. Where does he work you might ask? He worked at every teenager's dream…freaking Chipotle. If he hears one more time how lucky or cool it must be to work at Chipotle he might just ask Scott to bash his head against a wall.
Not to say that he didn't get paid well or that he didn't like his co-workers, he just hated the customers! They were arrogant rich kids who believed that they were entitled to everything they saw fit. Stiles worked on a certain college campus which shall not be named.
*cough* Beacon Hills University *cough*
Stiles loved his co-workers especially his friend Erica who he tended to work with quite often. Erica was in her own words the "fiercest bitch that has ever walked the face of the earth" she made the hellhole, aka Chipotle, more tolerable. Then there was Connor who, like Stiles, was bi and often would hit on Stiles. Not that Stiles wasn't flattered because really who would't be, Connor was actually pretty cute, but Connor was in all honesty a player.
Currently he was on his way to work when he heard his phone ring begin to ring "Flawless" by Beyonce programmed by Erica herself.
"Yo. What up Catwoman?" said Stiles trying to push through the crowd he was currently stuck in.
"Where are you?" said Erica.
"On my way to the prison" replied Stiles.
It was an ongoing joke that they called Chipotle the "prison" every time they either passed it or when someone mentioned it. Him and Erica also attended Beacon Hills University together, however both were located on the poorer side of the spectrum. But who cared as long as they were happy together! Suck on that rich kids with your "Canadian Goose" jackets and "UGGs"!
"Same, I got a feeling something interesting is going to happen today " said Erica.
"Uh-oh… the last time you said that we almost charged with sexual harassment" said Stiles with a frown.
"Hey! How was I supposed to know he would be offended when I said I'd hit that! I didn't even know he could hear me" replied Erica angrily.
Stiles remembered that day very clearly. Turns out the guy was pretty flattered. His girlfriend on the other hand….ya not so much. There was no doubt in Stiles' mind that Erica could have taken her. The girl had the strength of She-man of certain days, it honestly used to frighten Stiles at one point in time.
"Whatever. I'm entering hell now talk to you later" replying as he hangs up the phone.
The smell of Chipotle hit him hard as usual, and it always took him a minute to get used to the smell because it was always in his clothes. He remembered when he first began to work at Chipotle how excited he was because it was a popular place, and had to be fun.
…..Oh how he wish he knew what he had gotten himself into. If he could go back in time he would have dragged himself by his hair out of that interview.
Stiles clocked into work, and continued on his way to the back running into Connor while doing so.
"Hey there Stiles I haven't seen you in awhile"
"….Hey, Connor." sighed Stiles.
"Dang Sty why you gotta say my name like that" said Connor while pouting.
He was saved from his reply by Erica, bless her heart, who came up from behind to save him.
"It's okay Connor. Stiles just needs some dick in his life" she said cheekily.
…..or perhaps throw him to the wolves.
"That's rich coming from the main one who needs dick in her life" retorted Stiles.
"You do! You should have went out with that guy who asked you out!" she exclaimed.
"He was sixty years old!"
"But he said he would spoil you that means you could have had a sugar daddy. We would have been set!"
"Who is this "we"! I would have been the one stuck with him! Saggy balls and all. I prefer mine fresh and firm"
"Wow Stiles I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth.. you know I could always clean it for you" winked Connor amused as he watched the conversation.
"Done! Absolutely done here!" said Stiles throwing up his hands leaving.
After that Stiles threw himself into work dealing with his customers and their insane demands. Don't get Stiles wrong not every customer was a horror to serve but…. the majority were a pain to serve. He would ask the customers which type of each items they would want, and yet SOMEHOW they complained they didn't get everything they wanted when it time to wrap the burrito. Today's argument featured a petite girl and her boyfriend.
"How are you guys out of guacamole!" seethed the girl.
Stiles looked at the clock that read 9:38 pm, knowing that Chipotle closed at 10:00, looked back and replied in his most placating tone.
"Miss. We have lines of people to the door everyday so it is natural the we run out at this time especially since it is towards the end of the night."
"Can't you just make some more then!"
"Not really no… sorry mam"
"Ugh! you should be fired!" she finished grabbing her boyfriends hand leaving.
Stiles was pissed! He didn't make the guac that was the morning shift's job, and he wasnot at all responsible! But at times like this it best to be petty and respond like it didn't phase him just to piss them off.
"Bye. Have a nice guac free day" he chirped. Naturally he got the finger as a response.
At least the store finally slowed down having no customer in line was better than christmas in certain ways. Looking at the clock he saw that it read 9:57 pm only three minutes away from locking the doors. If he had to hear someone say "Chipotle is my life" one more time he would scream. Stiles just finished wiping down the station that they worked on, hearing Erica and Connor laughing about something in the back. Stiles is about to go back and join them until their cashier says that they got one more customer to take care of. Sighing, he braced himself putting on a fake smile to service whatever new terror walked through.
HOLY.
FUCKING.
SHIT.
BATMAN.
The guy who was in line was so hot the devil himself wouldn't be able to touch him. His eyes were going to be the new feature star of Stiles' dream. They were a pale frost green with a variety of different colors framed by thick eyebrows. Stiles could have waxed poetry about his abs and how they framed in a tight black shirt that looked as if it could explode at any moment. He wondered how they would feel pinning him down against a… WOAH there Stiles down boy!
"Um.. Can I help you?" smiled Stiles.
"A steak burrito" grunted the man.
Rude!
Stiles wouldn't let the man's sharp answers deter him against the man. And as usual when Stiles gets nervous he would start to ramble.
"So how was your day today? The weather is getting pretty good lately soon we won't be needing coats. That means we soon we can stop being mother nature's personal chew toy…"
"Do you ever shut up" the man growled.
Stiles was in the process of rolling his burrito when he paused as the man spoke. He sounded like a freaking animal Stiles never knew that sound could come from a human.
"My bad dude" said Stiles.
"My name is not dude! It's Derek!" the man…uh Derek growled.
"Uh…ok. Anything else?" said Stiles as he finished rolling the burrito.
"Chips and Guac"
"We're out sorry about that" sighed Stiles already knowing where this was headed.
"What kind of restaurant runs out of food?!" snapped Derek
Oh great Derek was an asshole too. Damn! Stiles guessed he should't have expected anything different from the way Derek looked.
"Sorry about that"
"Fine!" he replied angrily and slammed down money.
Stiles began to watch as Derek storm through the door staring at his denim clad ass as he left.
"You know he has a pretty nice ass… for an ass" thought Stiles.
"STILINSKI GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT ALL THE WAYS YOU COULD'VE BEEN TAPPING THAT IF YOU DIDN'T FUCK UP! yelled Erica.
"Shit!"
