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Authors: Paula Chase

Flipping the Script

Also by Paula Chase
SO NOT THE DRAMA
 
DON'T GET IT TWISTED
 
THAT'S WHAT'S UP!
 
WHO YOU WIT'?
Flipping the Script
A Del Rio Bay Novel
Paula Chase
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
To my clique: Nick, Mandy, Dirt, Wink, and Big Ed
Two Plus Too till we die
 
“I drop it all for y'all, if my homies call.”
—Tupac, “If My Homies Call”
All I Want for Xmas Is You
“Santa hooked me up this year.”
—B2K, “Santa Hooked Me Up”
 
 
C
losing time!
Well, almost.
Mina eyed the clock on the register, willing it to move from ten-thirty to eleven. She stared at it for a full thirty seconds and the time remained one zero, three zero. She hip-bumped the vacuum cleaner she'd stowed away under the register—totally against the rules—and gave the register's clock one more pleading look before giving up.
Eleven
P.M.
was taking forever.
It was official, she hated working the holidays with a passion. The extra hour the mall was open was killing her.
At ten-thirty on the last shopping Friday before Christmas, the teen girls who would normally storm Seventh Heaven's were at other stores shopping for their boyfriends or parents, not themselves. It would be another story the day after Christmas. But Mina didn't want to think about that. She was still praying she wouldn't have to work that day, even though Jess said everyone was usually scheduled to handle the onslaught of returns.
I could use an onslaught now,
she thought, taking the store's emptiness personally.
Unable to endure the idleness another second, Mina waved at Vic, Seventh Heaven's cutie-pie DJ. She signaled that she was about to turn on the vacuum and he should pump up the music a notch. She ran the dust sucker over the already immaculate floors. Not once had Mina ever felt vacuuming accomplished anything except some inane need of the store's supervisors to check it off a closing procedure to-do list. The floors were clean enough to eat off. She took her time rolling the vacuum down the center aisle past the perfectly folded tees and racks of miniskirts. She smiled over at the brown cord mini. Next pay day that baby would join the rest of her growing Seventh Heaven wardrobe.
The vroom of the vacuum sucked to a dead stop.
Mina frowned down at it, bent to check the problem—probably sucked up one of the price tags—then heard Vic's laughing. She looked up to ask him what he'd done, figuring he was messing around with her, and ran smack into Jessica.
“Mina, I told you to stop vacuuming so early,” Jessica said, the vacuum plug dangling from her folded arms, legs in a wide model stance. Her hazel eyes were an eerie contrast to her coffee bean skin.
Vic imitated Jess behind her back and Mina bit back a smile. Seeing the glint in her eye, Jess whipped her head Vic's way, but only caught him bopping his head, ear to the headphone.
“I'm just going to make you vac again at eleven–oh-five,” Jessica said, facing Mina once more. She sounded like an exasperated parent chastising a child.
“The store's empty,” Mina reasoned. She reluctantly wound the plug around the vacuum, snaking it out of Jess's grip.
“So? We're not supposed to vacuum until we're closed.”
“That's seriously the dumbest rule ever,” Mina said, more pouty than rebellious. She eased by Jessica, rolling the vacuum with her toward the front of the store. “Friday nights blow.”
Jessica's shoulders hitched as she folded an already well-folded shirt. She flicked her long, curly weave over her shoulder, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, nearly singing, “If
I've
gotta be here,
you've
gotta be here.”
Mina looked over at Vic and rolled her eyes. He winked at her as he spun her favorite song. Singing under her breath, Mina swayed her hips to the beat and dance-walked the vacuum back to the spot where she'd started, on the ready for eleven
P.M.
A sudden grin exploded across her face. Even over the music, she heard the clique's banter, recognizing the familiar cadence, before they appeared around the corner. She drank in the sight of her friends like a thirsty person sizing up a glass of cold water.
JZ stopped and stooped low enough for Jacinta to climb onto his back. He stood up, popped Jacinta in the spot he wanted her, and caught up with the rest of the clique in two long-legged strides. His biceps bulged when he locked his hands under her jeans-clad thighs. Both he and Cinny were looking fit thanks to a summer of conditioning. He'd taught her how to swim and for reasons only known to JZ, he'd made early morning runs, sit-ups and push-ups part of his lessons. Jacinta, who had already been curvy to a point of distracting guys, now had a tighter waist, toned arms, and a rock-solid butt. Mina noticed that whether he was dunking Cinny in the pool, lifting her over his shoulder for a playful spin, or giving her a ride on his back, JZ couldn't keep his hands off the new firm figure he'd help sculpt.
And Jacinta was the happiest Mina had seen her in a long time. Raheem, her boyfriend of five years, was at Georgetown University—out of sight and out of mind. No sooner had Jacinta said bye than she and JZ began a more open flirtation fest, and it hadn't been that sly to begin with.
Mina couldn't relate to Cinny's giddiness. She fought depression anytime the realization hit that Brian was in Durham, a starting freshman on Duke University's basketball team. Some days Mina spent hours imagining what life would be like if Brian were a regular student instead of a student athlete.
He'd be able to road-trip home now and then and be home for regular holidays instead of on lockdown until Christmas. He hadn't even come home for Thanksgiving because the team played in a tournament in Hawaii. Forget being mad jealous that he was in one of the most beautiful places on earth; Mina only knew he should have been home with her. Instead, she'd watched the television wide-eyed, giddy, yelling “That's my boo” anytime the camera caught him.
Mina wondered how Cinny was going to handle Raheem being home for the holidays, something she'd confided only to Mina that she dreaded.
Mina's eyes scanned the clique quickly, as if needing visual reassurance that Brian wasn't bringing up the rear. He'd bulked up over the summer preparing to go toe-to-toe with some of the country's best college ballers, and Mina couldn't help but stare at his new girth anytime he was near.
She wanted to see him so bad she could taste it. Instead, she focused on Michael, apparently the only one immune to the buffness running rampant among the guys, looking oddly patriotic in a pair of jeans, a red polo, and a pair of crisp, white Air Forces. His kicks sparkled as if he'd just popped them out of the Nike box. Just about five foot ten, he was five inches shorter than JZ and more male-model clean than athletic chic.
Bringing up the rear were the couples—Kelly and Greg, Lizzie and Todd. The girls were petite next to the guys—Lizzie in a frayed denim mini, boots, and a tee, Kelly in a blousey baby-doll top and skinny jeans. Todd, once skinny even with muscles, was now the same size as JZ. He was still the same goofy basketball geek but one who had finally filled out his promising frame. Lizzie was one lucky girl, in Mina's opinion, and she reminded her best friend of that now and then. When she cheered for Varsity basketball games, Mina couldn't take her eyes off Todd. Not in a sleazy kind of way, but in amazement. Over the summer, he'd left Del Rio Bay toned and come back ripped with a surfer's body, complete with a six-pack. On top of that, the Cali sun had bleached his walnut brown hair blond, again. Even with their summer tans fading, he and Lizzie were a cute, sun-kissed, matching pair.
Kelly and Greg were their brown doppelgangers, the preps to Liz and Todd's beach-bum casual. The four of them conversed among themselves between exchanges of conversation with JZ, Jacinta, and Michael, in and out like couples do, making Mina's heart ache.
She missed being part of a couple.
The seven of them were creating the most activity Mina had seen in the unusually subdued corridor all night.
Drawn to their noise, Jessica stationed herself beside Mina. “I figured that was your posse. Could they be any louder?”
Mina knew Jess's annoyance was only for show. Jess was as happy as she was to have a distraction for the last few minutes of their shift.
“Hey, Deev,” Michael said, as the clique entered the store. He gave Mina an affectionate shoulder squeeze.
“What's up, girl?” JZ said, in his usual loud voice. He squatted a few inches so Jacinta could slide off his back and threw a “what's up?” fist Vic's way.Vic returned the salute.
“Hey, girl,” Jacinta said before heading to the clearance rack.
As their boyfriends stopped to chat upVic, Lizzie and Kelly joined JZ and Michael in a semicircle in front of Mina and her vacuum.
“Any minute now, your guy will be home. Excited?” Lizzie's green eyes twinkled.
“Please, she practically has a clock over her head counting down,” Kelly said, bumping Mina's shoulder.
Jess snorted. “As long as that clock knows it's not going off until eleven-thirty, she'll be fine.”
Satisfied she'd gotten in the proper snip for the night, Jess runway-modeled to the cash register. Mina, Kelly, and Lizzie rolled their eyes.
“Wasn't Brian coming with you guys?” Mina asked, unable to resist peeking around JZ but only getting a glimpse of Greg and Todd high-fiving Vic at something they found hilarious.
“He was supposed to.” JZ leaned against a rack of holiday dresses, blocking Mina's view of the entrance. “Didn't he text you?”
Mina instinctively pulled her cell out of the pocket of her jeans. There was no message. She shook her head.
“His flight was delayed or something. He won't be here till tomorrow,” JZ said. He put his arm around Mina's neck in a light hold. “You're stuck with me.”
Mina wriggled out of the hold and shoved him. “Please, don't remind me.”
“Now, see, how does that sound?” JZ faked a pout. “We go back to kindergarten, girl.”
“But we've only been friends since second grade,” Mina said, hands on her hips.
“Oh, that's wrong.You didn't like me until second grade?”
Lizzie stepped between the mock fight. “And I've been refereeing since fourth grade,” she said. “Break it up, you two, before I call Cinny on you.”
“I am not in this,” Jacinta said, peeking her head over a rack of pajama bottoms. “Mi, this is cute. Hook me up with your discount.”
“No she's not either,” Jess said, from the register. Her eyebrows arched to her forehead in what Mina called her supervisor's stare.
“Like I said,” Jacinta continued, raising her voice and purposely not looking Jess's way, “
Mina
, hook ya' girl up.”
Mina gave Jacinta a little head shake and smiled when she saw the evil grin on her friend's face. Jacinta always knew how to get to Jessica. She was clearly baiting her. She'd never seriously ask for a discount out loud. She didn't have to. Mina would happily hook any of her friends up. All they had to do was tell her what they wanted, she bought it, and they paid her back. Cinny, obviously in a good mood, was successfully getting under Jess's skin. Any other time she acted as if Jessica didn't exist, and Jess did the same right back.
“Mina, I'll report you. The employee discount is not transferable,” Jess said. She walked over, joining the tight circle, hands folded against her chest, and glared across the store at Jacinta, who'd already lost interest in the game and was eyeing Seventh's tiny inventory of shoes.
“Oh my God, Jess, chillax,” Mina said. Her eyebrows furrowed as she came as close as she dared to dueling with her frenemy/boss. “Cinny was only joking.”
“She'd better be. I'm watching the things she picks out and if you buy any of it, I'll know it was for her,” Jess said, narrowing her eyes Jacinta's way.
Mina didn't bother to respond. Jacinta knew how to play the game better than that. Anytime she was in Seventh's she picked up things she didn't like, because she knew Jess was evil enough to spy her selections. Then later she'd tell Mina the stuff she really wanted. If Jess put half as much time into being human as she did being bitchy ... well, she'd still be a major bitch. Mina hadn't known her any other way. They got along fine at work, but Jess could turn on her bitchiness with the quickness. Mina had learned, long ago, to ride with the flow and hold on quietly during the rough patches.
Her breath hitched as an arm went around her waist. Brian's voice, smooth and deep, was in her ear, “You trying dip early or what?”
Mina screamed loud enough to penetrate the music's booming bass. “Oh my God!”Whipping around, she jumped into Brian's open arms, for once not caring about the mushy PDA. He scooped her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and the tight circle, which had gotten progressively tighter to cloak Brian's entrance, immediately dispersed.
“Awww, ain't they cute?” JZ said with mock adoration. But in four long strides he was at Vic's DJ station, already over the happy reunion. “Vic, I hope you got some fresh mixes for my New Year's Eve joint, son.”

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