At half past five Evans knocks at the door. Seeing as we work at the same place, we decided we could just as well walk there together.

His eyes scan me and a smirk appears on his face. "What's wrong with you to today? No statement on your shirt?"

I am wearing plain light blue skinny jeans and a plain white tank top. Definitely very unusual for me.

"Yea I thought I wouldn't start to piss people off or scare the shit out of them on my first day at work. Anyways I might get more tips if I am not wearing something with like FUCK OFF on it", I shrug it off making Evans laugh lowly. "Besides some might be frightened enough by all my tatts."

"Doubt it. Most of us are wearing tatts in there. But none of us is looking so damn hot with it."

His words as so often make me blush. "Yeah right, you trying to impress your new colleague already. Think about it differently, it always depends on the point of view."

"What the hell do you mean? Ah wait I get it, I am tall and can look right into your cleavage, I obviously have the right point of view", he says while his eyes are fixated on my tits.

I give him a push. "Stop eyeing me Evans, I am not coming up for any damage done to your pants."

"Great, you tell me now after the damage is already done."

I roll my eyes but can't help but chuckle. This is so blunt and funny at the same time, especially the look on his face with it. "What I meant with the point of view, is the gender. Guys perhaps will find me hot"

"Perhaps?", he interrupts me. "Not perhaps they do, believe me."

"Stop interrupting me. What I meant to say is, that girls are more likely to find you hot instead of me."

"You find me hot?"

I blush. "Maybe, too bad you won't get to know."

"You just told me Statement girl", he chirps happily.

"If you think so, believe whatever makes you happy", I pretend to play innocent.

"How was your first day at college anyway?"

"Can we please not talk about it?" My mood drops in an instant just thinking about it.

"That bad? I thought it was your dream?"

"The college is great, if it wasn't for the seat next to me to be occupied by fucking Jake."

"Serious?"

"Yep."

"Fuck!"

I simply nod in agreement, if I would start talking about it I wouldn't stop swearing.

Once we reach the Old Oak, Jimmy our boss introduces me to the rest of the team. We're five people besides Jimmy. Daniel and Eduard work in the kitchen. Evans, Brian and I work at the bar, serving the guests and washing the glasses.

Brian turns to Evans, he thinks he is whispering but that idiot is way too loud. "You came here together with her? You know her? Told you she is fucking hot. Work is going to be so much more fun now."

"Shut up Brian and get your act together. We work together, alright?", Evans answers a little pissed.

Is he acting protective or is there a little bit of jealousy in his voice? I don't know but it's kinda cute.

Once I am showed where to find everything it's easy peasy for me. No different to my former job I have done for two years. This pub is a small, old and very cosy pub. I like the atmosphere with the low ceilings, crooked walls and all the wood. This is exactly how an old English pub should look like, not like the hipster pub I worked in last. There's an area to play pool and a dart board. The kitchen does simple but good old English traditional food.

From what I heard, there are two more in the kitchen team to come and help out during the weekends or when some of the staff is on holiday, as also for behind the bar.

But Evans is right I'm the only girl in the team. Apparently, Jimmy was worried a girl would cause too much trouble in the team, or couldn't deal with some of the rough guys that come here, but he felt different about me. He says he thinks I'm tough enough to handle the guys because I have a different attitude to most girls.

Honestly, I don't know whether to like that part or not, as I do think it's kind of sexist. But at the moment I'm fine with no other girl bickering at me. Seriously I can handle guys better than girls, it's always been that way, besides Emi.

It doesn't take long until the small place is packed. We move fast behind the bar and try to keep up with the orders as fast as we possibly can. As we are in Oxford there are plenty of students in here too, a lot of them try flirting with me. Harmless flirts which help me gain more tips too.

Evans moves closer to me, one hand landing on my lower back while whispering in my ear. "I told you you'll be getting a lot of tips, hot girl. Poor guys not knowing they haven't got a slightest chance with you", I see him smirk.

"You watching me?", I give him a smirk back.

"Hey this is a small area, naturally I will catch on. But even besides yes, I am like every other guy in this room. Luckily, I can say, I've been the only one in this room to have been in your bed", he snickers.

"You fucking twat, you are going to use that against me for a long time, aren't you?", I try to stay serious while nudging him, but can't hold back a laugh.

"You got it Statement girl", he says with a wink, while he grabs for the fresh pint glass right in front of me.

"You haven't texted me about the homework yet", I hear an angry voice coming from right in front of the bar.

I look up and roll my eyes automatically. Evans looks back and forth between the two of us.

"We have been set into teams to do homework together. And I was supposed to text him about day and time", I explain.

"Oh", is all Evans says before he leaves.

"Why is it, that you have to appear, where ever I am?", I turn back angry towards Jake.

"First of all, I had no idea you work here. Didn't your lover boy warn you, I come here regular? Secondly you didn't answer my request", his eyes are ice cold and I can see he is totally pissed, I've never seen him this way before.

"First of all, Evans isn't my lover boy. Secondly, I didn't know I have to answer, as it was a statement not a question. I am busy working as you see. I'll text you once I've finished work."

"Fine, then work and hand me a big draught Guinness."

I hand him his Guinness and walk away. From the side I see him glaring at me as I am flirting with some of the other customers while handing them their drinks. The bad thing is, Jake is sitting right at my main working area.

"You ok?", Evans asks holding my wrist for a short moment.

"Sure, I can deal with him. I mean I'm not going to flirt with him for a tip", I reply with a wink, "but I'll serve him professional as every other customer."

"If he gets an ass let me know, ok?"

"He is an ass, I don't need to let you know", I chuckle again, before heading back to him.

One thing I've noticed repeatedly since I've moved here, I chuckle a lot. The past five years that was nearly non-existent.

I keep up my job just as before Jake appeared. It's fun, I like the atmosphere here all together. Sure, there are a few dicks who are going over the top, like in any pub and some of the guys are so focused on my tits they spill half their beer.

Jimmy seems quite amused about it. "I should have had you here sooner, the guys are ordering nearly double the amount", he laughs making me blush but giggle at the same time.

"And you don't mind all the guys gawking at your tits?", Jake starts talking again after having sat there in total silence for nearly two hours just drinking and glaring.

"I've worked in a pub the last two years, that's business. Don't pretend you don't gawk at all the tits you get to see."

"Two years? What pub? I don't like them gawking at you."

What the hell? Who does he think he is? And with what right does he dislike it?

"What's this Jake? I am not into small talk with you. The only reason I am not yelling at you right now, is because I want to keep my job. If you want to order just let me know, other than that leave me in peace."

"You talk to all the others you even fucking flirt with them. And you expect me not to talk to you?"

"None of them have done, what you have done to me", I answer quiet but in a very pissed voice.

"You're right. Give me another Guinness."

He's already had six big ones, I should ask him if he is sure he wants another but I don't want to talk more than necessary with him. As I put it down in front of him he looks up.

"Sam?" he waits for a couple of seconds and I am about to walk away again as he starts talking. "You will text me later, right? That wasn't a lie?"

Why does his voice sound so broke and vulnerable with it?

"No, it wasn't I'll text you. After all we need to get it done anyway."

He nods and I walk away and keep up my service. I keep up doing the same as all night long, working and flirting a little while I do. The thing is, now it seems harder for me. Every time I have to think about Jake's fucking words. To hell with him, who cares if he likes it or not?

"I don't know why the hell he is sitting here all the time. Our crew is playing pool, he came here with two girls in his arms, and now he is sitting there near your area. Has he been mean or something?"

"No, he's been silent most of the time. No big deal. Maybe those blond bitches were pissing him off", I answer amused while looking at them.

Gosh they are dressed like tarts and something about the way they walk and talk tells me they are very dumb. Sorry I might be judging them wrong, but I can't help and think this way about them.

"Oh, here we go, he obviously still is Jake."

It takes me a second to realize what Evans is on about. Until I see Jake walking up to the blonds, whispering something in their ear. He then walks back over to us smirking at me.

"Cash is on the till Skater girl, see you in class tomorrow and don't forget to text me. But now I have better plans for tonight", he squeezes both their butts and gives me a nasty smirk, before leaving the bar with both blonds.

Fucking idiot! He does this to hurt me, I know he does. Even if it shouldn't hurt me anymore after all these years, it does. I simply turn away to pick up his cash, before someone can steal it. And so that Evans can't see the hurt on my face.

Thank god, it's not too long anymore before Evans and I finish work. I lean against Evans while walking home, I am really tired. For a Monday it was damn busy, guess it might have to do with all the people getting back together after the break. Or the new students enjoying their freedom to do what they want for the first time in life.

"I think once word gets around you working there, we'll be packed every night like this", Evans chuckles. "I think Jimmy is quite happy to have a girl in the team now. Even if Brian spilt a few beers too, as he was too focused on your ass."

"Sorry, what did you just fucking say? You are kidding me, right?"

"Nope, didn't you catch on? Every time you bent over the bar for a small flirt he only had eyes for your ass. He smashed four beers tonight because of it", Evans tells me amused, close to lsughing his ass off.

"He probably just smashed it because of it being so busy", I play it off.

"Nope, he was definitely gawking at your ass. Can't blame him though", he admits with a soft smile.

"Douchebag", I say.

"Hey I am just a guy and I am straight as can be, no guy that's straight wouldn't check you out. Anyway, it's nice to have you there."

"Well I enjoy being there. It's fun."

"You mean besides the fact, it's the pub your ex always goes to?"

"Yeah, could have warned me, you know?"

"Sorry about that, I only thought about it, once he already was in front of us. He seemed pissed off with me, he didn't talk to me once tonight. Something he has never done before."

"Guess he was just angry with me, he'll be fine with you soon."

"Nah I guess it had to do with me pushing him away on Saturday. Well whatever it is, he'll calm down soon anyway."
Evans drops me off at my door. He tucks a loose curl behind my ear. "Good night Statement girl", he says in a very soft voice and I see him swallow hard. His hand lingers for a short moment next to my face.

No, I am not prepared for this, fuck. I lower my gaze. "Good night Evans. Thanks for walking me back."

His hand drops but he chuckles. "We had the same way back."

With this I turn around to enter my apartment. Before I close the door, I hear rushed steps walking up the stairs. I lean against the door and let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding back.

Once I'm in bed I text Jake quickly.

After classes tomorrow? Rest we can plan then?

It doesn't take long for him to reply.

Settled!

Wow either he was done quickly with those two blondies, or he couldn't care less to interrupt.

Author's Note: Weird reaction from Jake, right? What do you think homework is going to be like?