BAD REP(2)

Riley shrugged, not letting me change the subject.

“So, you gonna ask your manager for more hours? That seems like the most logical thing to do.” Riley suggested, reaching around me to grab the bag of grapes on the top shelf.

I took one of Riley’s sodas and popped the tab, daring her to remark about it. Riley wisely stayed quiet. “I’ve maxed my hours there already to pay for my fall sorority dues. There’s no way Layne will give me any more and let me stay part time. And I can’t go full time and juggle my summer school classes. The shop is only open until six.” I loved my job at Bibi’s, a vintage clothing boutique in downtown Bakersville. My boss, Layne, who was also a part owner, was easy to work for. But there was no way I could pinch any more time there without bailing on my classes. And I needed to take those classes and do well.

Ihad stupidly gotten D’s in biology and statistics last spring during rush and I was in danger of losing my scholarship.  It was very unlike me to do so poorly.  Now my parents were threatening to yank me out of school all together and make me attend the local community college back home in Morganstown, South Carolina.

And that was something I would avoid at all costs. Aside from the mortification of having to move back home, I'd be forced to share a space with my conservative, always disapproving parents.  And that was a fate worse than death.

So I sucked it up and decided to retake the classes over the summer. I was trying desperately to prove to my parents that I could handle my independence.  That they weren’t wasting their money on a college education and that I wasn’t going to flush my opportunities down the proverbial toilet.

Even if what I really wanted to do was spend my days hanging out by the pool and making out with Eli Bray, my hot new townie hook-up, who kissed so well it made my toes curl.

No, I would try and do the right thing.  The grown up thing.  The mind numbingly boring thing.

So, getting another job was the only course of action. “I need to find something that will let me work evenings, after class and that won’t interfere with my job at Bibi’s,” I explained, tossing the empty can into the recycling bin.

Riley propped herself up on the stool at the tiny island in the middle of the kitchen. She folded her long legs awkwardly underneath her and looked thoughtful. I tapped my foot impatiently. I loved Riley. We had become fast friends during freshman orientation two years ago. Riley was the out- spoken and passionate hippie who had lived three doors down from me in our all girl dormitory. Even as I made new friends and we began to move in different social circles, we always stayed loyal to each other.

Icouldn’t be as relaxed with anyone else the way I could be with Riley. We just got each other. Even finishing each other's sentences at times. We clicked.  But it didn’t change the fact that there were definite things about my friend that annoyed the crap out of me. One being how calm and unconcerned Riley could be when I was seconds away from freaking out.

“So, any ideas?” I finally asked impatiently.  Riley tapped her finger over her mouth.

“Well, I was going to head down to Barton’s in a bit to put in an application.  They’re hiring wait staff for their evening rush. Might be an idea for you to come with me.  Put in an application for yourself. It’s a bar, so you could work evening shifts and it wouldn’t mess with your classes and shifts at Bibi’s,” Riley offered.

Ismiled and reached over to hug her.  “Riley, you’re a god send. That’s a perfect idea.” Riley pulled back, always some what uncomfortable with any kind of physical affection.

“Well, I’m about to hop in the shower and then we’ll head down there.” I nodded and felt a little bit better about the impossible situation I had found myself in when I had opened my mail that morning.

My phone beeped in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw I had a missed call from Eli.  I grabbed my pack of cigarettes from the counter and went out the sliding doors onto the small balcony.
I loved the tiny apartment that I shared with Riley.  I had hated living in the dorms, with the paper thin walls and communal showers.  So, when Riley suggested we look for a place to live together for our last two years of school, I had jumped at the chance. I was also happy to be able to tell my parents that it was cheaper to live off campus than to pay the room and board through the school.

My academic scholarship only covered tuition and books, leaving my already cash strapped folks to cough up the rest.  I pitched in by getting a job to cover food and other living expenses.  I had felt really good with how mature I was being, well until the credit card statement made me realize my maturity still had a long way to go.