The pains in my side increased. I placed my hand on my hip and squeezed it tightly. I shifted on my metal stool to make it comfier for myself.

"I hate being a girl," I growled to myself.

The bell rung as Ezio entered the store, rubbing his head and a one liter of bottled water under his arm. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. Al glared at him behind the candy shelf, unimpressed that he's late. Leo was holding an ice pack on his forehead while he sat beside me. Connor stood outside smoking and Mal was putting things away with Al.

"Do you have Tylenol?" asked Ezio, placing the giant bottle of water in front of me.

I looked through my purse and found a white bottle. I pulled it out and placed it in front of me. He picked it up and eyed the label. He slammed the bottle on the table.

"This is Midol."

"So? They do the same thing," I pointed out.

"It's for woman. On their cycle."

I grabbed the Midol from his hands. I popped open the Midol and took one out. I opened his palm and put it in his hand.

"Shut the hell up, and take it."

He looked at the pill disgusted. He looked behind him to see if Al or Mal was looking at him. He swallowed the pill whole then quickly walked to the storage to room to probably drink more.

Al sighed loudly, begging for attention. I glared at him from afar. I opened the Midol to see Ezio had the last one. I smacked the table in rage. I went outside and told Leo to take care of the cash register. Before I opened the door Al called out to me.

"Getting high is better. You don't get hung-over."

I rolled my eyes and joined Connor outside in the cold air. He was wearing a red hoodie and a black leather jacket. He looked at me as he put the cigarette to his lips. He offered the cigarette to me, which I gladly took.

"Al, bothering you?" He asked.

I gave the cigarette back to him as the smoke exited my nostrils. "No."

He nodded his head as I made my way back into the store. I looked at Leo. He was the only sane one including Mal, who wanted to be a doctor. Leo had pale skin and freckles, he always wore vests with a tie tucked in and a dress shirt and his black circular glasses perched on his nose. Mal wore plaid shirts and sweaters, saying he didn't have time to dress nice, he needed to study.

Al preferred to wear leather jackets and plain t-shirts. Very opposite to Ezio, who wore collared shirts tucked into his dress pants with the collar popped up. The only boys out the group that had long hair were Connor and Leo. Al cut his hair short, Ezio pulled his hair back with gel, and Mal kept it short like Al.

I looked at the clock. 8:50 am. I let out a long tired sigh and looked around the small store. Ezio was putting the wine away, chugging down the water. Mal was sitting at the counter with Leo talking and nagging about university.

"Well," I began picking up car keys and my jacket. "Everything seems normal. No one is high or drunk. I'll be out. Just text me if anything goes wrong."

I slowly exited the store, the five boy's eyes staring at me while I left. Connor opened the door, reeking of smoke, and held it open for me. I walked over to my car and sat in it. I opened a bag of chips, a bottle of water, and lighted a cigarette as I watched the five boys work in my store. There was no way in hell I'd let them stay there without supervision. I did that before, not making that mistake again.

I took out a lollipop and continued to stare at the store. I'd been sitting in my car the whole day, and it was 9:00 pm, closing time. The store was eerily quiet, strangely quiet. Connor hadn't come out for a smoke for more than four hours. I heard a knock on my window which made me jump. I looked over and saw Ezio smiling brightly at me, while Leo rubbed his arms.

I unlocked the car and the five boys flooded in, filling my car with the mixed smell of wine and smoke. Ezio looked at me through the review mirror.

"Enjoying that lollipop?"

I glared at him as I pulled out of the parking lot to my house. I rented my extra rooms to the five bimbos, who not only wreak havoc in my store, but my house too. Al rolled down the window and began smoking a joint, passing it back and forth to Mal.

"Sharing is caring," he said to me, when he noticed my eyes piercing into his.

Connor rolled down his window and lighted a cigarette. Leo and Ezio talked loudly, about me.

"I don't like her hair colour," Ezio stated.

"I think she would be better auburn."

I'm going to need to store up on the smokes and the vodka; this was going to be one long night.