Alex's Crazy Luna

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Samantha

                I wish things would go right in my life.  Why doesn’t anything ever go right for me?  I had to go ahead and put it in my head that I was the problem, because I am the only common denominator in every equation, so it had to be me.  Right?  Here I am starting over once again, with nothing but a few suitcases and boxes to hold everything that I own.  I didn’t even know where I was going to stay tonight.  A hotel would have to do, honestly a hotel is my only option besides my car.  Another relationship failed, all because I could not be who he wanted me to be.  Why does it always come down to s*x?  Did he really think that just because he asked me to move in with him that we would be having s*x?  I don’t want that yet.  I’m not ready.  And yes, you would think being 21 and a virgin is silly, and for most people it is, but I wanted to be in love, really in love, before I wanted to have s*x.  And let’s be honest, Ken was not going to be my first.  He thought that women were objects without a brain, only a body for his using pleasure. 

                Now we had gotten in a fight once again for him cheating on me and getting it from somewhere since I wasn’t giving it up.  At least that was his excuse.  Luckily, I have a little bit of money saved up and I can afford a room for a few nights, but that would be it, so I need to go ahead and think of a plan.  What would I do when my money run out?  I could sleep in my car, which is an absolute worst-case scenario, or figure out a way to come up with some cash quickly.  My friend Sabrina said that she could get me a job with her at some export company working in the warehouse.  It’s not a fancy job, but the pay is decent, and it comes with benefits.  I had planned on asking her for help this week anyways since I had also just lost my job at an Italian restaurant where I was a waitress.  It wasn’t glamorous, but it helped pay the bills.  Too bad I quit because of the chef always hitting on me.  I didn’t realize that Ken and I were also going to break up this week, and since I just helped to pay bills, I’m running low on cash.  I might as well go ahead and call Sabrina.

                “Hello?’

                “Sabrina, it’s Sam.  Are you still able to help me out with a job?  Me and Ken just broke up.”

                “You guys broke up again?  What did he do this time?”

                “He cheated on me with Lydia.  He met her at some club.”

                “Once a cheater, always a cheater, I always say.”

                “He said he would change.  He said it wouldn’t be like this if I put out.”

                “We both know that’s a lie.  He would cheat on you with a broomstick if he could.  I told you that you were too good for him, but do you ever listen to me?  No, you don’t.  You’re stubborn and hardheaded and you don’t listen to the best friend you’ve got.”

                “I thought he loved me.  I thought he was different.  Yes, I know I’m being very cliché, but I honestly thought that he loved me for me and not for s*x.  And yes, I was wrong.  Yes, you were right.  Yes, I learned my lesson.  Now when can I start working?”

                “I get to say it at least once, I told you so.  Mary should be working tomorrow, so be there 7am, jeans, t-shirt or sweatshirt, boots.  If you don’t have boots, I should have an old pair that you can borrow.  Where are you going to be staying tonight?”

                “I’ll be there.  Bring an extra pair of boots with you just in case I can’t find mine.  I’m going to stay at a little motel around the corner.  It’s decently clean with a microwave.  It’ll work for now.”

                “I wish you could stay with me, but my sister would flip a cow, plus with all of her kids running around you would never get any sleep.  Luckily I only need to save up a couple of more paychecks and I’ll have enough for a down payment on a house.”

                “I know you would, and I appreciate the thought.  But let me get off of here and get to this motel.  Maybe they’ll give me a good weekly rate.  Oh, how often do you get paid there?  Every two weeks, right?”

                “Yes, every two weeks.  So, if you start tomorrow, you should have at least a full week’s worth of pay by the time the next payday hits.”

                “That’ll give me enough to pay for a few more weeks in the motel and then start thinking about an apartment for myself.”

                “Sounds good girly.  I’ll see you in the morning.  Remember 7am.”

                “Bye, love you.”

                “Bye, love you too.”

                Now that finding a job was out of the way I can concentrate on finding a place to sleep.