Addicted

Chapter 13.

The days past by in a blur. The only way I knew what day it is was whether or not I had work on or not. It had only been a week that I was working the two jobs, and may I say, I was exhausted. Waking up early for Last Words and then having to stay up all night until three in the morning tending bar at the Bar, left me with only a couple hours in between to doze off.

Coffee was my best friend in this period. Since Emmett's training was beginning, I saw less and less of him, and I missed him. We kept each other updated about what we're up to in the morning when we pass each other, but other than that, I haven't been able to spend some quality time with him.

"How's the new guy going?" Maddie screams at me over the music. It was a slow night at the Bar, which meant we had little to do and little tips to compensate our time.

"Who?"

"The guy that tickles your pickle, or are you the one tickling his pickle?" She smirks and I swat her in the arm with my rag, and we laugh.

"I don't know who you're talking about," I feigned nonchalance.

The truth was that I hardly spoke to Zac as well. I would see him on occasion in the morning and he drove and picked me up from work at the Bar, but we usually sat in silence, enduring the torture of that static that always would build between us.

"Oh please! The one you left that hot redhead for." Maddie rolled her eyes.

"We hooked up the night of Burney's party." I tried to keep my voice down, but I was yelling at her over the pulsing music.

"Who? You and James?" She asked.

"No, with the other guy," I said. I felt a little ashamed to finally admit what I had done. I told her what had happened between Zac and I in the kitchen, how James interrupted us and how there and then in my bedroom I had to break things off with James before they got too complicated for the both of us. I left a few intimate details out, leaving it to her imagination.

"Aw so no sex?" She asked with a pout.

"No sex," I confirmed with a laugh.

"Too bad, cause one of us needs to get laid."

"Aren't you still talking to that guy from Burney's party?"

"All we do is talk and all I want to do is fuck."

"You should get that tattooed," I laughed. "Perhaps a tramp stamp?" I offered and this time she hit me with her rag.

"Shut up," she smiled, and we got back to work as the night was picking up.

I was serving a customer's one after the other now, putting on a show for them. I threw bottles in the air, spun them around and even flirted with a couple customer for some extra tips. I just flipped a bottle into my mixing cup when at the corner of my eye I saw his dark mousy hair. I was so invested in the bar that I didn't even realise Zac walking in. He sat on Maddie's side of the bar with a bottle of beer in between his fingers. The arms of his emerald green button up shirt was folded halfway up his arms, his black denim jacket sat at the back of his seat. I stopped to stare at him for a quick minute, enjoying the way his sleeves showcased his broad shoulders and biceps. I continued working, stealing a couple glances here and there at him. As the night went on, Maddie continued to serve him alcohol, and served him a final drink at last call.

I watched the Bar empty out with the remaining stragglers and I took one final look at Zac. His eyes were down casted, he was blinking slow and his head was tipping slightly.

"Want me to kick him out?" Maddie asked, wiping her hand on her rag.

"No, he's my ride." I took in a deep breath.