Chap 4

Karla and I only live five minutes away from each other. Whenever she visits, she either cooks or cleans, which, of course, I think is weird of her to do. I never visit her, though, but only because I'm scared of her family(her two brothers and dad).

Most men of the house don't want their only daughter go out with a boy who looks homeless. But she's kind and trustworthy, sure she talks a lot and rambles on about nonsense, but that's the kind of things I like about her.

After I drop Karla off at her house, I head to mine. I go to the bathroom that looks like a cheap motel's bathroom. And take my shower in cold water because I don't have hot water. Change into clean clothes(a gray hoodie and light blue tight jeans). I go outside and lock my door and get myself ready for a s*hit show.

I stroll along the sidewalk that has a billion cracks in it. Not only that, but I go to a café that's close to work and order what I always order. A plane bagel with extra cream cheese and a coffee with two pumps of sugar. I say thanks to the cashier and head out the door.

"You're late." A mad tone comes from a paper white old man with strawberry red all over his face. And that sounds like he's been smoking ever since he came out of his mom's womb.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Z, the traffic was chaos out there." I say, trying to make up an excuse why I was late. Knowing da*mn well, I took the long way to work on purpose.

"I'll give you twelve days to go to the next chapter of your book." Mr. Z says as he turns around and heads to his office.

"Y-yes sir," I say, looking down angrily at the floor.

It's not my fault I was late. Stop making it miserable for me, and maybe I might start taking it seriously. But the real reason why I'm so pissed off about this is because a sl*ut told him to do that.

Ever since I started working here, a woman named Ms. Ross hated me. That's because she thinks I'm fu*cking with her sugar daddy(Mr. Z/boss). I have no idea why she would think that, but maybe because she's just a bi*tch with a fu*cked up addtude.

11.p.m

It's late at night, and I look like a zombie who had no coffee. Bags under my eyes, I can't barely lift a finger from how much I typed. I finished my coffee a while ago, so that makes me want to light the building on fire.

"Hey, are you ok?" A tall buff guy with green eyes and golden hair, strong jaw tight shirt that you can see his n*ippels through the shirt.

F*uck, I must be hungry. I'm seeing things again. Usually, when I'm hungry, I start hallucinating crazy stuff. For instance, I thought I was on a pink elephant once. But now I'm thinking of someone sexy.

"Hello?" he reaches his strong arm across my work space and pokes me on the cheek.

I m*oaned.

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