Spit

Chelsea Anne Thompson was not only brilliant, but she was also devoted, ambitious, and beautiful. In Westmore High, she was known to be a passionate environmentalist, she was also described as quite bohemian in social gatherings outside of school. She enjoyed being a contrarian. She was raised in small town in Vermont with her mother, father, her younger sisters and the family dog. After graduating high school in 2014, she decided to move out her family's home and into an apartment in the city while attending classes at Vermont Law School. While in college, she applied for a dishwashing position at a small restaurant named Whitney's that was within walking distance to her apartment. It was a cold November day when she walked into her workplace for the first time. She was met in the foyer by a curvy, dark haired Italian woman by the name of Terri.

Terri greeted her with a warm smile and lead her into the kitchen. Towards the back, Chelsea met two new men. One man was named Dakota, and the other, the clownish one, was named Eden. It was around noon when she began her shift, then around four-thirty, she took her first break. While sitting in the chilling air, sipping a peppermint mocha latte, she was joined by one of the cooks, Eden. She watched him light a cigarette and open a bottle of beer. His button-down shirt was open, and his dark brown hair was slicked back with grease from the fryers. He gave her a mischievous smile and said, "I heard that you told the owner that you are going to college to become some kind of lawyer for the environment. So, what are you? One of those hippie chicks? I'm into loose, stoner girls who love the earth." Eden sat down next to her. Offended, Chelsea scoffed and shook her head. She took another sip of her coffee and began to rise from her seat when she noticed Dakota.

"Eden. leave the new girl alone! Stop harassing her. I'm sorry for him, Chelsea! He's just an idiot." Dakota lit a cigarette and slipped on a black hoodie. Chelsea politely smiled at him. She found herself suddenly craving a smoke in the worst way, especially since she had never had the temptation before. He took a swig of a Red Bull and sat down. "Look, we are both going home for the day, but we will see you tomorrow," Dakota looked her in the eyes. Looking into his, she noticed that he had the most beautiful grey eyes which had green flecks in them. She took a moment to marvel at his face. He was physically beautiful and seemingly very kind. Chelsea took a sharp breath when he rose from his seat. He grinned and said to her, "You want to stay away from that Eden guy, he's quite the little man whore around here. He's slept with almost the whole staff- that included the bussers. Last year he called me up in the middle of the night because he caught some type of STD. I mean his dick looked like a goddamn Tiajuana Mama pickled sausage!" Chelsea giggled slightly and looked over at Eden. He took the last drag of his cigarette and started to make his way to his car, clearly embarrassed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Dakota said as he got into her car. Chelsea smiled and waved goodbye to the both of them. She took one last swig of her coffee and went back inside to finish the rest of her shift. When she returned, she was met by Terri, who then led her back into the office. Chelsea felt a bit of a nervous pit in her stomach as she sat across from her. Terri began, "I just want to say that you are doing a great job and we are glad to have you on," she said with a smile. "I'm going to have you finish your shift when Jessica comes in at five 'o' clock today. I want you back hear by about three- thirty tomorrow though. Is that cool?" Chelsea happily agreed and said, "Thanks for hiring me, and for being so friendly and helpful. " Terri smiled and said, "I saw Jess walk by, which means it's already time for you to leave. See you tomorrow, girl!" Chelsea gathered her belongings and made her way out of the restaurant. It was already dusk, and she was absolutely famished, so she decided to stop to grab a quick sandwich and other snacks. Before exiting her vehicle she was struck with a sudden and outlandish craving-she craved a cigarette. She immediately tried to shake the feeling as if it was an intrusive thought of murder. As she walked past the coolers full of malt liquor and beer, she felt another awful urge. She gazed at the Coors Lite and Corona until she felt herself cave in. She grabbed herself a turkey sandwich, a bag of Cheetos, a bottle of Corona and, to her own disappointment, a pack of Marlboro Reds.

As she made her way home, she stared out into the road while a steady rain fell. In her mind's eye. she could still see Dakota, and hear his voice in her mind. When she arrived home, she immediately went upstairs to her bedroom, where she lit some incense and cracked open her beer. She paced back and forth while fidgeting with her hands. She hated her new job. There were many moral obligations that were being ignored. She couldn't help but noticed just how many massive cardboard boxes and wasted amounts of water and oil were being used in the restaurant. The thought of eating food from there absolutely made her sick. She shuddered and took another drink, then she reached for her cigarettes. She stared at the open pack, as her mouth began to strangely water, she put one in her mouth and lit up. The mere thought of Dakota kept her going. It was as if she could almost taste him. She sat on her bed and finished her cigarette while listening to some music. She tried to find some songs that fit the mood of the evening.

As the rain pattered on outside, Chelsea decided to stay in her bedroom for the rest of the night. She fell asleep around seven-thirty but was awoken to the sound of her mother knocking on her door. "How was your first day?" Her mother asked with enthusiasm. Chelsea shrugged and said, "It was okay, I guess. Let's see how tomorrow goes." Her response was flat and dull. Her mother smiled, "Anybody there nice? Are there any nice-looking guys?" Her mother grinned with a glass of merlot in her hand. Chelsea scoffed and shook her head, but then added, "There is this one guy named Dakota. He's kind of cute, I guess. Not my type though," Chelsea shortened the conversation. She took a breath of air and asked, "What are you making for dinner?" After a gulp of wine her mother replied, "Oh, I'm not cooking. You all can fend for yourselves," she peered into her daughter's bedroom. This annoyed Chelsea, and she made the remark, "Why are you not cooking tonight? Do you have a hot date with a bottle of wine and some Percocet?" Offended, her mother, Anna snapped, "Well, maybe if you ever dated anyone you wouldn't be so bitter. I mean trust me Chelsea, sex is not the enemy!" As Anna was walking down the hallway Chelsea said, "Yeah, you're right, I wouldn't be so miserable if I just got laid."

As angry as Chelsea was, she initially did not want to leave the house for the night, but at the moment, she felt like she had to get out of there. She grabbed her car keys. her wallet and made her way to the front door. She was met by her sister, Jordan at the door, "Where are you going?" She asked while taking off her shoes. "Out," Chelsea replied, "And hopefully I'll bring home some random guy tonight." Jordan rolled her eyes and sighed, "Be careful." Chelsea smirked at her and left the house. The cold night air filled her nostrils and she could smell the faintest odor of cologne and firewood on the wind. She sat in her vehicle for a moment, she then decided to visit a local bar called The Blacksmith Tavern. It was around eight 'o' clock when she arrived at the tavern. The blackened night seemed to make the signs of the bar shine so brightly that Chelsea could barely stand to look at them. Before entering the bar, Chelsea decided to have another cigarette, but then she heard an all too familiar voice. She looked to her left, and to her surprise, there was Dakota.

She watched him as he walked into the bar, and she'd hoped he didn't see her. After stubbing out her smoke, she went inside and sat at the table directly across from him. She watched as he playfully chatted with Eden and a few other friends. Eden raced over to the jukebox and requested the song "Disengage" by Suicide Silence. Chelsea rolled her eyes and ordered a diet Coke and a Tito's Vodka. "Eden! Shut this shit off, man, you're the only one in this whole fuckin' bar who listens to this, man!" The bartender yanked the cord from the wall, and there was complete silence for a few moments. Dakota chuckled and patted Eden on the back as he went to the men's room. Soon the room filled with the sound of classical music, and much to Eden's disappointment, there was a relaxing calmness inside the bar, but it didn't fit the atmosphere. Chelsea looked around the room, searching for a man she found even remotely attractive. When she was about halfway done with her drink, a man approached her. It was a complete stranger. He offered to buy her a drink, and he informed her his name was Alex. Chelsea accepted his offer and enjoyed another Coke and Tito's.

Her eyes drifted from Alex to Dakota many times as she spoke with him. She struggled to keep her attention on him. Alex took notice to this and asked, "Am I keeping you away from someone? Is he someone you know?" He asked as he stroked her back. Feeling a bit guilty, she looked him in the eye and said, "No, honey. I'm sorry," she smiled and caressed his hand that was on the table. "Am I boring you?" Alex asked. She fluttered her eyelashes and said to him, "No, I think you're lovely," she smiled and grasped his hand. "You are so beautiful. You're like an angel," Alex complimented her. She felt her heart grow warm. "You have such a far away look in your eyes. It's mysterious and yet so spellbinding at the same time. I could get lost in those eyes," Alex said. His hand gave a little squeeze. She watched Alex take an electronic cigarette out of his pocket and took a drag. He offered it to her with a smile. It was a small black pen with "Blackberry Kush Delta 8" written on the side of it. When she took a drag, she was overcome with the taste of marijuana, and she immediately coughed. She tried to grin at him, but again she choked on the bitter vapor. He chuckled. Chelsea glanced towards Dakota and Eden and watched them take shots of Jameson.

"Look, I have to go. Here's my cellphone number, in case you ever want to text or call me," he added while handing his vape pen to her. "You can keep that. It's too weak for me," he smiled at her as he wrote his number on the palm of her hand in black ink. She accepted the random gift with a giggle. "Thanks, I think I'll use it quite a bit." Alex laughed and said, "See you around, baby." Chelsea waved goodbye to him and rose to place another drink order. This time, she chose a simple Coca Cola with cherry in it and closed her tab for the night. As she finished her drink, she felt slightly euphoric and a bit tired. She dreamily watched Dakota drink bourbon on the rocks before putting on his jacket to step outside for a smoke. She thought about joining him out there. Chelsea decided to order two shots of tequila before leaving the bar. She shakily made her way to the exit when the door swung open from the other side, and a thoroughly drunken Eden made his way inside. She held the door as she hoped he wouldn't recognize her, and he did not.

While outside, Chelsea fiddled with her car keys and kept her eyes on Dakota, who was smoking another cigarette. She finally made her way to her car when she locked eyes with him. Her heart quickened a bit, and she decided to pretend she did not recall who he was. He approached her car with a wave. Chelsea rolled her window down and took a couple quick puffs of her new found vape pen. "Hey, how are you doin'?" Dakota asked, obviously a bit tipsy. He grinned at her, and she could smell the whiskey on his breath, which revolted her just a bit. "Your name's Chelsea, isn't it? You're my new co-worker! The real sweet girl who does the dishes for us now. Pleasure seein' you here!" He said while zipped up his jacket. "Do you come here often?" Chelsea shook her head as she took another drag. "Nope, this is the first time. It's pretty cool, unlike any other bar I've been to. It's not too seedy. I rarely drink, but I had to get out of my house." Dakota nodded. "What do you got there?" He motioned to what she had in her hand. She sighed. "Do you want a hit? It's a blackberry flavored kush," she offered, and he accepted. She watched as he took a deep hit off of the vape pen. "I didn't know you smoked," he said while taking a second hit.

"Yeah, well, I thought I would try something new. I wasn't too keen on electric cigarettes or weed vapes until now. I surprise myself, every day, man." Chelsea laughed. She looked at the time. it was now eleven 'o' clock. She had to get back home, and for some reason she was starving. He chuckled at her and said, "Well, look I have to get going. Eden is really fucking drunk, and I don't want him falling into a river somewhere and drowning so I have to take him home. I'll see you tomorrow, then. Hopefully we'll work closer together and take our breaks at the same time."

Suddenly, Chelsea blurted out, "I'm starving! God, I'm so hungry," she said while turning her engine. Dakota laughed and added, "It's the THC getting to you, girl. I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe you won't see Eden, though. He might die tonight." Dakota joked and waved goodbye. She watched as he walked into the bar, and she simply sat in her car for a few moments, fiddling with her car keys. She glanced over at her vape pen and instantly put it into her mouth, as if she could taste his lips still on the tip of the device. When she pulled out of the parking lot of the bar, she heard her stomach growl with an intense hunger pang.

It was around midnight when Chelsea arrived back home. She surprised herself, as she felt a bit intoxicated and very drowsy. Nonetheless, she helped herself to a turkey sandwich and potato chips. Her tongue was numb with alcohol, and she quickly finished eating then returned to her bedroom. The night was calm and peaceful. Chelsea changed into her flannel nightgown and walked over to her vanity and sat down. She took another hit off of her vape pen and let out a big exhale. She sat, looking out of the bedroom window, watching the rain fall and felt completely alone. It was nearly 1:00 A.M. when she finally walked to her bed and allowed herself to rest. The image of Dakota's face flashed before her eyes as she attempted to fall asleep. The thought of him, strangely, brought her peace and comfort.

It was 3:00 A.M. when Chelsea awoke from a very light sleep. The rain had continued to pour as she walked to the bathroom. Bits and fragments of the evening played over and over in her mind. She could still hear that song that roared through the speaker of the juke box. As she walked back to her bedroom, she suddenly became more aware of herself. The cool satin sheets on her freshly shaven legs felt very sensual. She tried to think of that man she had meet earlier. Alex. Alex. He was beautiful. It was almost hard to actually think of Alex's face and feel some kind of arousal from it. She quickly popped open her eyes, turned and glanced at her hand which had his number still on it. She reached for her phone and quickly added the man's phone number to her contacts. Chelsea felt as though if she had decided to call this man or send him a text message, she was forcing herself to settle for something she didn't want.

She closed her eyes for a few moments and allowed herself to fall asleep. Her dreams were deep and realistic. She felt herself become sexual aroused while only allowing her mind to remind her of Dakota. His eyes, his body and, that voice. Suddenly, she stopped herself, before she could even begin. She frantically looked at her cellphone. It was only 10:00 A.M. Chelsea breathed a sigh of relief and turned on her side. "What was that dream about?" She said as she rose from her bed, and made her way down the hall. As she brushed her teeth, her lustful dream replayed in her head. She felt as though she could not control her desires any longer. He was what she wanted; he was what she'd always needed.

There was a knock on the door. It was her mother, "Are you in there, Chelsea? I need my mascara," Chelsea opened the door and handed her mother her own make up. "Here, Momma, use mine, it's a really great brand." She smiled. Her mother grinned. "Thanks, honey. You seem better. Did you meet someone?" She smiled mischievously. Chelsea's heart tightened. She wanted to squeel. but she did not. She simply stated, "Maybr I have. Maybe there's two guys. I'll have to see who is better in bed," she joked and walked into the bedroom. "Dakota," Chelsea whispered to herself.

THIS IS PART OF AN ONGOING FICTION STORY. THANKS FOR READING PART 1!