" Hello this is mr. price's office how may I help you," letty said as she held the phone to her ear. It was 4 days later and she was at her job workin the phones. The pay was great but she couldn't stand to be in the ridiculous outfit she had to wear everyday. Some short miniskirt outfit plus heels. As she busily scribbled messages on paper one of the girls she worked with passed by and rolled her eyes at her. That was Laura. Some prissy white ass bitch. It was her job to make Letty's days a living hell. Letty never did anything to her that she could think of. She looked like the typical white girl. Straight blond hair and ocean blue eyes. Annoying valley voice. Letty was able to ignore her most of the time. Other times she wanted to rip the girl's head off. Letty dropped the phone and sighed. Being restricted to an office was hard for her. She was used to being outside and working on cars. Plus all of these people were all old and stuff compared to her. She looked at her clock, in 5 minuted she'd be able to take her lunch break. She looked up and watched other people from their desks carry on conversations with each other. Letty had yet to establish a friend here. Probably since she was still new. The phone rang.
" hello this is mr. price's office how may I help you," she asked. There was a brief hesistation.
" eh, is this letty medina," the voice said from the other line.
" uhh...yeah how may I help you," she said slowly.
" you don't remember me, letty?," the voice asked her. She thought and she couldn't remember the voice.
" no, i'm sorry," she said. The voice sighed.
" remember you were my waitress at that shop thing," he said. She could defiently tell it was a guy. What waitress?
" i still don't remember you," she said.
" come on letty. you spit in my sprite," he said laughing. That's when she remembered.
" eh, whass up leo," she said smiling.
" nothing much, I wanted to check up u that's all," he said.
" how'd you get this number," she asked.
" let's just say it took a lot of lookin' around. I woulda called you sooner,"he explained. She was actually glad to hear his voice. Plus she remebered how cute he was. But how'd he know I spit in the sprite.
" oh that's nice. I gotta go now lunch break," she told him.
" why don't I meet up with you," he volunteered. She agreed and she told him of a place where they could meet. Letty hung up the phone still smiling. She suddenly remembered where she was and grabbed her purse to leave.
Dom woke up with a hell of a hangover. The slut he fucked last night was still laying in the bed next to him. For some reason he wished he had banged her at some motel so that he could just leave her there. he yawned and scratched his chest. The bottle of liquor lay beside him and jane doe. getting up he made his way out of his room and to the kitchen. Mia was already sitting at the table drinkin something.
" why are you always here," he asked her as he opened up the fridge. Mia didn't answer.
" oh that's right. You and that girl got into a fight," he answered for himself.
" oh yeah and you're the one bringing some diesease carrying hookers in this house," she said angrily. He scratched himself through his red flannel pajamas.
" don't mess with me. too early in the morning," he warned her as he took out the bottle of milk and set it down on the table. She didn't stop.
" i hate your fucking ass," she told him as she played with her glass cup. He smiled wiping off his milk mustache.
" i hate you too baby," he replied. He heard the unknown girl call him from his bedroom door. A look of disgust spread across her face.
" go fuck brian and feel better, aight," he told her as he left the table. She shook her head and she left alone in the room once again.
" hello this is mr. price's office how may I help you," she asked. There was a brief hesistation.
" eh, is this letty medina," the voice said from the other line.
" uhh...yeah how may I help you," she said slowly.
" you don't remember me, letty?," the voice asked her. She thought and she couldn't remember the voice.
" no, i'm sorry," she said. The voice sighed.
" remember you were my waitress at that shop thing," he said. She could defiently tell it was a guy. What waitress?
" i still don't remember you," she said.
" come on letty. you spit in my sprite," he said laughing. That's when she remembered.
" eh, whass up leo," she said smiling.
" nothing much, I wanted to check up u that's all," he said.
" how'd you get this number," she asked.
" let's just say it took a lot of lookin' around. I woulda called you sooner,"he explained. She was actually glad to hear his voice. Plus she remebered how cute he was. But how'd he know I spit in the sprite.
" oh that's nice. I gotta go now lunch break," she told him.
" why don't I meet up with you," he volunteered. She agreed and she told him of a place where they could meet. Letty hung up the phone still smiling. She suddenly remembered where she was and grabbed her purse to leave.
Dom woke up with a hell of a hangover. The slut he fucked last night was still laying in the bed next to him. For some reason he wished he had banged her at some motel so that he could just leave her there. he yawned and scratched his chest. The bottle of liquor lay beside him and jane doe. getting up he made his way out of his room and to the kitchen. Mia was already sitting at the table drinkin something.
" why are you always here," he asked her as he opened up the fridge. Mia didn't answer.
" oh that's right. You and that girl got into a fight," he answered for himself.
" oh yeah and you're the one bringing some diesease carrying hookers in this house," she said angrily. He scratched himself through his red flannel pajamas.
" don't mess with me. too early in the morning," he warned her as he took out the bottle of milk and set it down on the table. She didn't stop.
" i hate your fucking ass," she told him as she played with her glass cup. He smiled wiping off his milk mustache.
" i hate you too baby," he replied. He heard the unknown girl call him from his bedroom door. A look of disgust spread across her face.
" go fuck brian and feel better, aight," he told her as he left the table. She shook her head and she left alone in the room once again.