"How did your interview go?" Carlos asks when I arrive at one of our favorite hang-outs, Lavario's. They have karaoke on Friday nights, and what more could you want than awful singing and good food?

Easy: good singing and good food, but I choose not to bring that up.

"I think I did pretty damn good," I answer, taking a seat by Jenna, who is smiling up at me. “I could have done so much better but still good.”

"I'm sure you did great! They'd be fools for not taking you,” Jenna says reassuringly or at least I think she meant for it to be, it’s not very reassuring.

Seeing as I probably won’t hear back from them until Monday, that means I am going to fucking panic until then. If I chew my nails out from my hands that would probably be the best thing I do over the weekend. Let us hope my corpse isn’t found in a pile of drool come Monday morning.

“Sinas is a huge company, there’s probably a lot of competition,” Carlos decides to point out like the complete sack of shit that he is. Useless friend, I need to get rid of him.

I glare at him for it too as does Jenna who takes my side because she’s awesome like that, “Don’t say that, Carlos! You’ll freak him out.”

“He should be scared. If he misses this opportunity he won’t get it again,” Carlos says in a teasing tone, waving his finger at me, which I reach out to grab. He yelps at the tight grip I have on his finger, using the hold to twist it a bit so he understands I will snap the bitch in half.

Maybe I wouldn’t do that, not because I don’t want to break his finger but because I rather not pay for his medical bills.

“Shut the hell up,” I order, letting go of his finger afterwards before leaning back into my chair. “This is a big deal so take the advice that most parents give their kids and, if you have nothing nice to say then don’t say it at all.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Jenna begins to kick Carlos furiously beneath the table. The poor guy only manages to yelp in response, trying to pull away but that only makes Jenna toss wads of a wet napkin at him, which were sat under her drink soaking up the condensation. Carlos grumbles while trying to dodge the paper but it doesn’t really work. One stays in his hair and I refuse to point it out.

“Why did you decide to get an internship during fall semester, anyways?” Jenna asks after we order our food. Normally we’d be up singing terribly on stage, but it seems interrogating me is more important.

“You know why. I had to work all summer to afford everything this semester. The less money I ask Julie for the better, I don’t need to deal with her shit. Plus I can take care of myself.”

“Not to mention companies rarely pay their interns. Why pay kids who have to get an internship in order to graduate? They’re paying us with ‘education’ or some bullshit,” Carlos cuts in, causing the three of us to scowl at the thought of it. The cruelty of the real world and its desire to keep all the money to itself.

“Exactly.” I snap my fingers at Carlos before turning my gaze back to Jenna. “It’s easier for me to take up my internship this fall. There’s no better place for an internship, that’s for sure.”

Jenna nods though her expression tells me she’s worried about my chances. Hey, no need to remind me, I’m hell-a worried too. Sinas has numerous departments but with a limited amount of internship positions so the competition is high. Like I said, there’s no better place to work.

I don’t know what the hell I’ll do if I don’t get it. Suffer for all eternity? Probably.

“How did the interview go, though?” Jenna asks, which has me eying her like she’s crazy because didn’t I just answer that when I walked in? Seeing my expression, she sighs and decides to explain. “Like… did you get a good feeling afterwards? Did it go smoothly? What’d you guys talk about? Give me details!”

“It went… normal?”

How the hell am I meant to answer that? No, I didn’t feel good afterwards because I am mentally panicking here! This is a huge opportunity, how can I feel “good” afterwards when my brain is an egg in a skillet like those This is your brain on drugs commercials we had to watch in high school.

Jenna looks ready to deck me. I hope she doesn’t because my face is one of, if not my best, attributes. Wow, it’s kind of depressing when I think about it like that…I need to work on getting better aspects like being able to crochet or something.

“Well, thanks for clearing that up. You didn’t help one bit,” Jenna says sweetly, patting my shoulder in a not-so-friendly way before getting up. She announces she is going to sing and disappears without another word.

Looking to Carlos, I ask, “What else was I meant to say?”

Carlos shrugs, seeming unaware of how to make the best out of the situation either. The two of us wait for Jenna to return and when she does we get our food almost immediately afterwards. Like every week before we eat our meals, bullshit, drink, go up to sing and have a great night, which I definitely need. The nerves of hearing from Sinas slowly drift away until I can actually breathe again. Thank you world for allowing me some serenity for once. I definitely need—

Wait a minute, I forgot to disclose important information to my friends who will happily shit talk with me.

“Speaking of my day!” I shout in the middle of conversation that had nothing to do with my day but we’re going to change that. “I met an asshole today.”

“I bet you liked tha—” I kick Carlos beneath the table before he can finish that statement. He is completely ignored while I turn my attention to Jenna, who is grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, what happened?” she asks around her giggles.

“So I arrived early, like the wonderful interviewee that I am, and when I went to walk into the elevator some asshole came storming out without looking and spilled coffee on the both of us!”

“Are you sure you weren’t the one who rushed into him?” Carlos really was asking to die today. I will kill him and dispose of his carcass, and my gaze must tell him this because he quickly takes his drink to sip out of it while pretending he said nothing.

“Anyways,” I hiss, pointing at Carlos as if to order him to stay quiet, “after that, he tried to tell me he wanted me to pay to clean his suit, which is fucking ridiculous, right?”

I look between my friends for agreement, which Jenna gives, but Carlos refuses to do so. Again, he is asking to die today. Ignoring him, I continue on with my story, “Thankfully his phone rang so he stalked off but not before slamming his shoulder into mine because there obviously wasn’t enough room to walk around me. If I ever see him again I’m going to break his face.”

“No you won’t,” Carlos points out, sitting his drink down with a sly grin. “You threaten to break my face daily, yet it hasn’t happened.”

“That’s because I plan to break much more than that, but I’m still working on how to dispose of your body,” I threaten, to which Carlos only rolls his eyes. Damn, I’ve threatened him too much and now he doesn’t seem to care about it anymore. I’m going to have to change that.

Jenna laughs at our antics, shaking her head while saying, “Sounds like you already made an enemy, Carter.”

“Sure did, I’m not even surprised.”

Jenna pats my shoulder while continuing to shake her head. Not long afterwards, the three of us leave and I head back home before it gets too late. Julie would bite my head off if I arrived any later than midnight. Doesn’t matter if I don’t wake her up or not. If she somehow discovers I was out late, she will rip out my internal organs and serve them up for dinner.