Post by swift on Feb 26, 2013 21:12:42 GMT -5
i'm better pretending i was just the fool
saturdays were days that were always dedicated to the shop. she would wake up promptly at six in the morning and wouldn't make the walk back to her apartment until around ten that evening. it was not because of dedication to the shop or her adoration for motorcycles, but at was what her bossed believed and she was willing to let it slide if it mean more gratification from him. she was already placed high up on his list due her to being the only female mechanic and possibly the best in the whole shop. alaska kept her mouth shut and did her work, unlike the other mechanics who moaned and groaned ten times more than they worked. she needed all of saturday to work to assure that she would have a beefier paycheck at the end of the next week. the first day of the weekend was an optional day for the mechanics to work and if they chose to then they would get paid time and a half. alaska considered herself blessed for landing a job that had so many perks.
she hadn't asked for the job at the shop, she actually hadn't applied for it at all. what had happened was that her own bike had started to sputter right outside of the shop. luckily, alaska took notice of the shop and wandered over, speaking in an commanding voice that astounded the intern at the front desk. she spoke easily, asking for the tools that she needed. the intern called the boss to the front desk and told him what the girl was there for. they watched her fix up her bike in under fifteen minutes and she was asked to join the shop when she handed back the tools.
sometimes fate did really in alaska's favor.
the intern, whose name alaska later learned was taylor, was usually the only one who volunteered to work on saturdays. it was only because he had an obvious crush on alaska that she had picked up on only after two days of being in the shop. he had yet to make an advance on her, which she was grateful for because she did not want to have to harshly shut him down. alaska only wanted to focus on whatever work was put before her, but with taylor around part of her focus had to be spared on him. he had developed this habit of lingering around the back of the shop, watching her work and never saying anything. she could not recall the exact number of times that she had tiredly directed him to get back to work.
"dammit, taylor. how hard is it to listen? can't you just go and sweep or something?" alaska finally snapped at him, after the fourth time that she had noticed him gravitating towards the back of the shop. she was attempting to focus on wiping down each of the work areas, but that was impossible to do with taylor hovering over her like a stalker would some in some horror movie. the only critical part missing was taylor's stealth.
she nearly threw the rag down but stopped herself when she took mention of what looked to be a horrified expression on taylor's face. he had to be only seventeen, which made alaska wonder why he was pining over someone five years his senior. "actually there is someone up front looking for someone to repair a flat on their bike. and well, you're the only mechanic in today..." he sputtered out quickly, turning around and actually scurrying back up to the front of the shop.
alaska followed after him, pausing to zip up her hoodie some because she had just gotten a chill. it was around three in the afternoon and the flat tire was one of the only repairs that she had done all day. there was never much business for the shop on the weekends. why? alaska had no idea, it was just how things played out. she continued to the front of the shop, ponytail swinging behind her. she almost turned and dove right into the back of the shop when she realized that the man at the counter was ryder james. that was the guy who had kissed her twice, she had kissed, and then after hitting him in the face she had left.
maybe fate didn't like her so much anymore.
"you really are stalking me," she said, attempting to sound amazed, but really there was this inexplicable smile that wanted to surface. alaska forced herself to remain neutral as came out from behind the counter and motioned ryder to come towards the door. "show me your sissy bike show i can judge what needs to be done on it," she coolly said, looking out into the parking lot instead of at ryder.
she hadn't asked for the job at the shop, she actually hadn't applied for it at all. what had happened was that her own bike had started to sputter right outside of the shop. luckily, alaska took notice of the shop and wandered over, speaking in an commanding voice that astounded the intern at the front desk. she spoke easily, asking for the tools that she needed. the intern called the boss to the front desk and told him what the girl was there for. they watched her fix up her bike in under fifteen minutes and she was asked to join the shop when she handed back the tools.
sometimes fate did really in alaska's favor.
the intern, whose name alaska later learned was taylor, was usually the only one who volunteered to work on saturdays. it was only because he had an obvious crush on alaska that she had picked up on only after two days of being in the shop. he had yet to make an advance on her, which she was grateful for because she did not want to have to harshly shut him down. alaska only wanted to focus on whatever work was put before her, but with taylor around part of her focus had to be spared on him. he had developed this habit of lingering around the back of the shop, watching her work and never saying anything. she could not recall the exact number of times that she had tiredly directed him to get back to work.
"dammit, taylor. how hard is it to listen? can't you just go and sweep or something?" alaska finally snapped at him, after the fourth time that she had noticed him gravitating towards the back of the shop. she was attempting to focus on wiping down each of the work areas, but that was impossible to do with taylor hovering over her like a stalker would some in some horror movie. the only critical part missing was taylor's stealth.
she nearly threw the rag down but stopped herself when she took mention of what looked to be a horrified expression on taylor's face. he had to be only seventeen, which made alaska wonder why he was pining over someone five years his senior. "actually there is someone up front looking for someone to repair a flat on their bike. and well, you're the only mechanic in today..." he sputtered out quickly, turning around and actually scurrying back up to the front of the shop.
alaska followed after him, pausing to zip up her hoodie some because she had just gotten a chill. it was around three in the afternoon and the flat tire was one of the only repairs that she had done all day. there was never much business for the shop on the weekends. why? alaska had no idea, it was just how things played out. she continued to the front of the shop, ponytail swinging behind her. she almost turned and dove right into the back of the shop when she realized that the man at the counter was ryder james. that was the guy who had kissed her twice, she had kissed, and then after hitting him in the face she had left.
maybe fate didn't like her so much anymore.
"you really are stalking me," she said, attempting to sound amazed, but really there was this inexplicable smile that wanted to surface. alaska forced herself to remain neutral as came out from behind the counter and motioned ryder to come towards the door. "show me your sissy bike show i can judge what needs to be done on it," she coolly said, looking out into the parking lot instead of at ryder.