“You must be on crack, Jessica!” I yelled into my phone.
There
was a pause on the other end as my best friend took a deep breath. I felt bad
being so angry, but she knew I was dreading this weekend.
“You
know I wouldn’t ask if I had any other option,” Jessica said in a much softer
tone.
I fell
onto my bed, which was covered in jeans and t-shirts. I had planned on spending
my morning organizing my closet and had just pulled out every article of
clothing I had in there when my phone rang.
Jessica
was the only person I knew who would rather call than text so I had immediately
known it was her. She had left for work while I was still asleep so I hadn’t
expected to hear from her until she got back to our dorm room later that
afternoon.
“I
know,” I said, my voice muffled as I fell onto my bed and buried my head into a
pillow. “Are you sure there isn’t anyone else who can do it? What about Jacob?”
Jessica
snorted. “Yeah right, Jacob’s the one who called out!” she said.
I groaned. Jacob was always calling out and I
said as much to Jessica. It had gotten ridiculous lately with the call outs at
work. It was like no one needed to make money anymore.
“I know,” she said. “Unfortunately,
everyone else who usually works on weekends requested the day off, as you know.
I only called you because I’m desperate and knew your Friday class was canceled
today. And because you love me and want to help me out.”
I could hear the sounds of the
coffee shop through the phone. The churning of the coffee bean grinder, the
steaming of the milk wand, and the clattering of plates as Jessica patiently
waited for my decision on the other end of the line. She was anything but
patient, though, so her lack of nagging meant that she really must need me.
“Fine,” I said, “but I’m not
working the register and I’m leaving the second the afternoon shift gets
there.”
My demands seemed reasonable, but I
blinked back tears as I realized what I was about to do. At least if I just
made drinks the whole time my chances of having to talk to anyone were low. Of
course, hiding in my room all weekend would have been better, but I couldn’t
leave Jessica hanging like that. She would never have asked me to come into
work if she wasn’t desperate.
“You’re the best!” Jessica
exclaimed. “Thank you so so so so much! Okay, I have to get back to work.” The
phone clicked as she hung up.
I took a deep breath and blew it
out slowly, trying to stop my stomach from expunging itself.
“You’re welcome,” I whispered, but
of course, the line was dead and she couldn’t hear me, which was for the best. If
Jessica was still on the phone I probably would have changed my mind.
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