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-Another Offer-
I woke up to...nothing. My eyes blinked open and the first thing a saw was my white wall. I blinked a couple times as I rolled over on to my stomach. I rubbed my eye as I grabbed my phone, which was under my pillow. I unplugged the charger and looked at the time.
"Oh seven thirty," I muttered as I got up and threw my phone on my bed.
My eyes widened in realization. "SEVEN THIRTY! AH!"
I jumped on my bed, grabbing my phone and check the time again. I held it inches away from my face, making sure I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. I threw my phone on the bed and jumped up. Just then, Jessica ran in.
"What's up?! Why are you screaming?!" She shouted at me, clearly ticked off.
Jessica was in her sweats, meaning she didn't have class until the afternoon that day. Which also meant, she'd be lazy as fuck in the morning and too chill. It was like she was a totally different person when she had afternoon classes.
"My test! It's in thirty minutes!" I shouted. I pushed passed Jessica and ran out the door, toward the bathroom. "If I'm late, he won't let me in the class. I'll automatically fail!" I shouted, as I shut the bathroom door.
"You have half an hour. If you change quick enough, you'll make it," Jessica said in a chill voice.
"How dare she be chill during a crisis like this?!"
I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste. I shoved the toothbrush in my mouth after I applied the toothpaste.
"My class is on the other side of the campus! And I haven't chosen an outfit today!" I shouted at her with my mouth stuffed with foaming toothpaste. I spit it out.
"I'll get an outfit ready for you. And don't you dare say no to my help," Jessica said.
I continued to brush my teeth and heard Jessica shuffled into my room. Did I mention she was also too lazy to pick up her stupid feet?!
I gurgled some mouthwash. As I did so, I glanced over my shoulder to the shower, I shrugged.
"I took a shower last night. I can't smell that bad throughout the day."
I spit out the mouthwash and turned on the water, rinsing the spit. I quickly turn it off and got out. I jogged to my room, closing the door behind me. I saw that Jessica laid out my oversized mickey mouse sweater and ripped jeans on my bed. Along with a black bra and panties. I rolled my eyes.
"She didn't have to go poking through my panties."
I changed at full speed, which made me stumble a couple times when I put my pants on. I checked my phone. I was done with everything in seven minutes. That was a nice little record for me. I sat down, grabbing my black combat boots that were under the bed and put them on. I got up and grabbed my North Face backpack, which hopefully had the right books and assignments in it. I ran out my room and into the kitchen for my dorm key.
I didn't have a driver's license, so I had to run.
"Why don't you take the bus?!" Jessica shouted from her room.
I rolled my eyes. "The next one is in three minutes, I'd never catch it! And the one after that is at seven fifty and there are stops before mine. I won't make it across the campus on time!" I shouted her as I unlocked the front door. "Bye!"
"Good luck!" I heard Jessica shout before I closed the door.
I ran down the empty hallway. I had to run down the stairs. Luckily we were on just on the second floor out the four floors that were there.
Once I got out the stairwell and I was outside, I ran down the another flight of concrete stairs. I made it the to sidewalk and ran with all my might. I loved the fact that I was in college. If you were to see someone running, it wasn't weird. People understood that your class was probably far away and you needed to get there on time. They got out the way for you.
In high school it was a totally different story. If you ran in the hallway in Seaford High, people would've seen you as the goody two shoes and you'd be made fun of. Or one of the security guards would stop you dead in your tracks. They'd either tell in to "slow down, it isn't safe" or they'd write you up for the first twenty minutes in detention. The teachers would do the same thing. Or there were the jocks that stood in your way on propose so your late.
Don't get me wrong, there were still guys and girls like that. The dumbass guys that somehow got a stupid full scholarship did that every once in a while. I hated them with a passion. They were dumb as shit, but managed to get a scholarship because of their athletic ability. There were also girls like that on cheerleading squad or on poms. Also girls and guys who are obviously drunk or high make you late. Don't ask me why people would be drinking or smoking weed at seven am. They just have some problems.
Anyway, I was halfway there when I checked my phone. Seven fifty. My heart pounded against my chest and sweat beads ran down my cheek from my forehead. I regretted wearing a sweater. I hated Seaford's weather. I was born in New York, we got I little bit of every thing over there. But here, it was constantly hot and in the winter their cold is sixty degrees Fahrenheit. I couldn't talk badly about that too much though. My parents and I moved to Seaford when I was twelve. I had adapted to the climate, so I thought it was cold too.
I put my phone away and kept running. I had to stop for the fourth time at another crosswalk. I looked left and right and saw nothing. I ran again. I saw my building minutes after running again. I gave myself a tired smile as I kept running.
I stared at that locked door. I had a deep frown engraved on my face. I breathed in and out heavily through my nose. My heart hadn't steadied and was still pounded against my chest. I didn't understand. I was on time. I mean I got there at seven fifty-seven, but it was still before eight. I stared at that door with the a paper taped on it.
Do Not Disturb!
I wanted to cry. That test was big, that professor was a mean old man, so there was no way I could've ever made that up. I did the calculations in my head and the highest grade I could've gotten in economics was a C-.
In all of that panic of finding a job, I promised myself from the very beginning that I wouldn't let my grades slip. I promised that I'd keep my A's and B's. I was focusing on getting a job, but had remember to do projects and assignments. If it was a huge assignment/project, job hunting got put on hold and I'd focus on that assignment/project.
I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I turned around, still looking depressed as ever. I saw a, clearly older than me, Latino dude with black hair that rest on his shoulders and stubble on his face. He wore a black hat with 'Obey' on it and a black sweater that had 'Obey' too. He also wore red jeans with red, black, and white Jordan's. He looked at me with brown, concerned, eyes.
"Didn't you see the e-mail this morning?" He asked with a deep voice.
It sounded really familiar.
"W-What e-mail?" I asked.
"Professor Jenkins came down with something. It was last minute and there were no subs available. So, the test is postponed until tomorrow," He explained.
Relief and happiness washed over my body. I smile spread across my face as I realized just how much luck I had at that moment. And then confusion set in.
"Wait...what about the sign?" I asked the lifesaving stranger.
"Another class is using the room," He answer.
I couldn't help myself, I jumped up and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." I said multiple times quickly.
He hugged back and said, "You're welcome."
I pulled away. "You just saved me from a panic attack..." I drifted off, trying to get his name.
"I'm Jerry."
"Well, Jerry, you saved me from a panic attack," I repeated.
He smiled. I smiled back.
"I better get going. I have an hour and thirty minutes of free time before my next class," I said.
I was about to turn around, but Jerry called for me.
"Wait, you're Kim, right?" He asked.
I nodded.
"You're looking for a job," Jerry said.
My jaw tightened.
"Who told you? Was it Jessica? Of course it was Jessica! She's the only one who knows about my finical issues!" I shouted. "When I get my hands on-"
"No! No one told me. I saw you at multiple places that had a help wanted sign. And before you accuse me of stalking, you showed up at the places I usually get something to eat and the grocery store I go to," Jerry explained.
"Oh," I muttered as I calmed down as quick as I had gotten angry.
"Aye, you don't have worry about what others think. Almost everyone without a scholarship has finical issues. I used to be like you, until I got this job that pays big bucks," Jerry says.
"What is it?!Are they hiring?!" I asked eager.
Jerry went digging in his back pocket. He pulled out a card and gave it to me. I read it.
The Capitol
69 Lexington Street, Seaford, CA
Office Number: (213)-112-0868
We need strippers and bartenders
"The Capitol," I muttered, staring at the card.
"Yep. You could be a bartender, but you have to pass bartending school. It will take a little over a week to get a license," Jerry said with a small smile.
"Aren't I supposed to be like twenty to even get in? Let alone work there. I'm eighteen," I said.
Jerry's smile widened. "If you call our boss, AJ, he'll will explain that little age thing," Jerry said.
I looked up from the card. "I'll think about it...What do you do there?"
"I'm the DJ."
That was why his voice was so familiar.
I saw a tall, caramel skinned, girl walk up to Jerry from behind. She wore a light blue button up which was tucked into her dark red jeans. Her jeans were rolled up once, as well as her sleeves. She also wore white converses. Her jet black hair was curly and wild. She gave me a small smile before turning to Jerry.
"Morning, baby," She said, kissing Jerry on the cheek.
I immediately thought back to the night before.
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked.
"Yeah, he's the DJ. Acting lesbian is just a part of the job," Sparkle said, smiling.
"Y-you're-" I was interrupted.
Sparkle slammed her hand over my mouth. She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Yes, I'm her. But don't say that shit out loud!" She whisper-shouted at me.
I nodded and she slowly pulled her hand away from my mouth, as if she was worried I'd shout it out.
"You go here?" I asked, bewildered.
"How many strippers are in this school?"
"Nah, I go to NYU," She said in the most sarcastic voice ever.
I rolled my eyes and muttered, "I was just asking."
"April, what's up?" Jerry asked.
Sparkle turned to Jerry and said, "Nothing. Come on, we can't be late."
"Wait, her real name's April," I thought, reminding myself.
April dragged Jerry by the arm before he had a chance to say anything. Before I knew it, the hallway was empty and classes were being taught. I had turned around and headed toward the door, happy as ever and a little mad.
If I just check my e-mail that morning, something I always did, I wouldn't have had to run all the way across campus. I wasted my time and energy for no reason. But, on the bright side, there was no test that day, so more studying time and nice free time.
I looked down at my hand, which was holding The Capitol's business card. Good ol' free time to think about this offer. It was the second offer to the same place. I've never gotten an offer, so two offers to one place was tempting. The only thing was that I didn't have the time for bartending school. I doubted I even had the money for bartending school. Stripping was the only opinion.
It's either getting kicked out of college or stripping and staying in college.
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