I'll High Five You Later

There's one thing about bitchy people that everyone enjoys- getting them back for whatever they've done wrong. When the geek gets the hot jock or when the cheerleader falls from grace who ever ruined her everyone is secretly thanking. Yet no one wants to own up to the fact that life is the game called popularity. Okay that's not true, 50% popularity and 50% power after all how did we decide to vote for you?

So as I bitterly stand here selling tickets to movies at ten am in the morning and Mr. Prom King walks in I try not to glare. But it's hard- first who goes to see a movie at fucking ten o'clock and second he's probably like all people -dicks when it comes to talking to people with minimum paying jobs. It's called college and only job opportunities readily available for hire. I don't want to deal with assholes who want me to layer their popcorn or tell them if something is Kosher.

"One ticket to-" he begins before he suddenly stops. I stare blankly at him waiting for him to finish his sentence. I'll try not to judge him on his movie choice- really I will but it's so hard.

"Do I know you?" he asked in the awkward silence.

"We use to go to high school together," I reply dully he nods and stares again at me as if he'll remember who I am while glancing for a name tag that isn't there.

"Right, did we have classes together?" he tried again. I narrow my eyes at him and glance at the clock. I bet it had been coming in to see some horror movie.

"Only about two for four years," I shrugged. I tried not to roll my eyes as he again stared at me. I stare back taking in the pressed oxford shirt and slacks with nice shoes he's wearing. He also has a chain around his neck and long hair pulled back.

"Are you sure? I would have remembered if we had a-ah-less then academically worthy student in my school. Did you go to High Tech?" he asked. I stare at him, he most have a twin brother because I'm pretty sure he went to my high school- Shore Points.

"The movie you wanted to see sir?" I asked ignoring the smug look on his face. It's either his older/younger brother who happens to look a lot like the ex-prom King. Assholes most run in the family.

"Star Trek," he sighed. I roll my eyes- it's people like him that make people like me want to kill them. He handed me a credit card and smirks as if to say 'I'm better than you and you 7.50 an hour job'. I wish I could punch him but he's much bigger than me.

"It's probably your brother- the star lacrosse player- I mistook you for," I smile while handing him his ticket. He scowled at me before completely ignoring me yet again.

Five minutes later two girls and a guy walk in. They've managed to somehow dress the same way as the asshole before and order tickets to see the same movie. Maybe they'll all freak out and die, I check my phone it's only ten fifty five- only six more hours to go.

I would like to tell you that the next six hours are amazing, that there's a hot guy at work who I happen to be sleeping with or that the asshole from before came back out demanding we go on a date or something. Truth of the matter is around noon parents and children start to come in; and demand to know all the answers to questions I don't know.

"What's the movie about?" a women asked. She had two children clinging onto her- one crying- as she gave me a thin smile before walking over to look at the movies.

"The synopsis is near the manger's counter," I reply. It's not my job to inform you about the movie you're going to watch. You'd never believe how many people actually go to the theater without having a clue about what they were going to see. Or how many people want you to walk them through the whole movie theater experience- because paying $8.50 is too much for a movie.

By the time my replacement comes in I've nearly told off some grandpa who asks what indie films we have. Sharon is a twenty something graduate of Drew who couldn't find a job that fit her degree. I smile, or at least try to, as she walks up with the manager named Jess. I clock out before changing into a summer dress, it's light and comfortable, and grab my stuff.

When I get home my mom is sitting in the kitchen reading while the TV is on. My mother hates the quiet and therefore has a TV in every room. My sister and I at first were annoyed when she picked up this habit. How long could you stand watching HGTV? But whenever we'd say something she ignored us, it's probably out of spite now.

"How was work?" my mom asks as I look for juice. She didn't look up from a very thick looking book, I can tell how much she cares.

"Okay," I shrug. She glances at me probably waiting for me to go on.

"I'm babysitting later," I tell her before hurrying to my room. She hums and nods before turning back to her reading.

"Okay," she replies not really hearing me.

My house, really a town house, is nice and homey. There are three bedrooms, for three people, and two full bathrooms with a half bath downstairs. My sister and I share the bathroom but since she plays sports she's always at her school. I however come home for summer vacation to bore myself to death. And see my godson.

The biggest difference between the high school and college I've noticed is that supposedly we've matured. How people explain that I have no idea seeing as most students drink, smoke and have sex- kinda like high school. My best friend you'll be happy to know is one of those statistics- but she, Maggie, got pregnant at age nineteen not seventeen if that makes it any better. Like many of her peers she still likes to drink and smoke and have sex only this time she has the pill inside her vagina.

Maggie asked me to babysit because she knew I'd only charge her for gas money. Maggie's mom however pays me for my time even though I never want her to give me the money- she somehow gets it to me. Maggie's mom was not cool with the fact that she became a grandma before friends. In fact she had pushed for an abortion which Maggie would have had if she hadn't found out so late. However when little Mason came into the world everyone loved him.

"Hey!" Maggie asked the door. She's already wearing her party clothes - sometimes I want to go with her. Sometimes I want to have meaningless sex and get drunk every night but then Maggie comes home and I'd rather have spent the time with Mason.

"Heading out this early?" I asked. Maggie shrugs and lets me in. The apartment her mother helped her buy is tiny- two small rooms and one bathroom plus small kitchen and living room. I don't know how she does it considering she has a shitty dead end job too.

"Kegan's picking me up. This is our fifth date!" Maggie grins. The grin falls when Mason begins to cry; she gives me the look. It's the look that says you're better with children-you're better with my son!

"Mason, honey, it's okay Auntie Lara is here!" I tell him holding him close to me. I wonder how Maggie gets through the semester when it seems like I'm always taking care of her son. She can be a good mother but once she gets into partying that's at least four months gone.

"I still can't believe that Kegan London asked me out! You remember-" Maggie began but the doorbell rang. Kegan London smiled at Maggie then head nodded towards me. Kegan London is one of those assholes, funny thing is he doesn't know it or he does and doesn't care.

"Ready to go babe?" he asked. Maggie nodded before giving Mason a quick kiss and closing the door. I frowned- wasn't he some important Senator's son? Didn't he have to date people who fit into his norm?

Once they left it was just Mason and me. I hate children- working at the movies does that to you- but I love Mason. Maybe it was seeing him coming out of Maggie's vagina or maybe it was his smile that made me like him. Children are like addicts- they whine, cry, pooh and drain you of money. Then once they get older they start to hate you and before you know it you're shelling out more money to have them temporary leave for four years. Nothing says I love you like coming home to live after college.

Mason and I play for a while. I chase him through the rooms as he giggles. We eat, I get Chinese, while Mason gets weird baby food Mason's grandma raised her children on. At seven we watch some TV. Really I watch TV while Mason plays. By ten Mason wasn't sleeping at all and I wanted some snack which Maggie didn't have. She barely had anything but baby food and it made me wonder if she had started a "new "diet. I grabbed Mason's car seat, stroller and got ready to go to the store then maybe the beach.

The good thing about Mason is that he's a good toddler. He doesn't fuss much and he plays with the toy I hand him as we stroll into the Rite Aid. It's one of those stores that I love to walk through on late nights. It usually empty and the people working are cool- some even know me by name.

"Sorry," I said as Mason tumbled into the guy grabbing a box of condoms. I stepped forward to help Mason, his walking is okay, something I had just discovered.

"It's fine," he said until we looked at each other.

The asshole had changed out of his preppy morning clothes and into night time wear. He was attractive having taken a better look at him. But his personality flaws were a negative I would never over look. I realized as I was checking him out- that I hadn't had sex in a whole year. It had been the day Mason was born too. Maggie called me right as I climaxed.

"Really?" he asked staring from Mason to me.

"What?" I asked. I glanced at Mason too, he looked fine.

"You were drooling. And no matter how flattering that is I'm way out of your league," he told me. I shook my head, hasn't he heard of the staying 'look but don't touch'?

"What makes you think I wasn't staring at how many condoms you're buying? Pretty sure of yourself," I shrugged. I learned that hitting them hard first was the best way to get rid of a man you didn't want around. Or making weird sounds that made them uncomfortable.

"I am good," he smirked back. I scoffed.

"Sure you are," I mocked. He was tall so that gave him points but he probably didn't know how to use what was given.

"Well at least I like to use condoms," he told me. He again looked at Mason- he was playing.

"I like condoms too," I shrugged. There was never a time in your relationship that it was ever okay to stop using condoms.

"You have a kid," he sounded offended as if I'd cursed him.

"Well spotted," I shrugged, "only this is my godson." He looked at Mason again and then back at me or more my boobs.

"Godson?" he asked. I nodded and saw Mason sitting on the floor playing with the tampon boxes.

"Isaac?" said a familiar voice.

"Kegan, Margaret," Isaac said in a clipped tone. I froze, what the hell were Maggie and Kegan doing here at ten thirty at night? I thought they were partying par taking in drinking and such. Maggie looked just as surprised as I did, glanced around for Mason, before turning her eyes to Isaac. She took in his lean figure and clothing that screamed ' I'm a rich asshole' before looking back as me.

"Lara?" Maggie asked. Isaac and Kegan both stared at me- Kegan realizing we went to school together, that I had in fact been his science and math tutor.

"Hey," I said weakly. I hope she wouldn't be mad I brought her son on a late night trip with me.

"Where is Mason? I left him with you because I know you're not into-" Maggie began. I guess her pretending to look around was to compare Kegan and Isaac- which in my opinion went to Isaac.

"Mommy!" Mason said seeing Maggie. Maggie picked him up and in her wake left an awkward silence. It was clear now that Kegan was younger then Isaac. Also clearly brothers however opposite they seemed to be- which wasn't that opposite considering. However they didn't seem like brothers who got along.

"So you came here to get condoms Lara?" Maggie asked. She looked surprised and proud at the same time- an unattractive look. Maggie knew for a fact I had lost my virginity at age nineteen to Julian Farber. It was the first and last time seeing as he dumped me three days later. He had been annoyed I'd been helping Maggie take care of her baby. She also knew I hadn't had my first kiss till age nineteen. It was with Michael Daates who happened to have a girlfriend- it's the reason we didn't have sex. I was a late bloomer something I had been okay with- even though my sister thought it was weird.

"Yes, we were going to wait until the two of you got home," Isaac told her. I tried to keep my mouth from dropping.

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