I quicken my pace after seeing two security guards coming my way.
"You have 10 minutes to leave the premises." One with a bold head tapped his watch."That's what I'm doing," I responded."Just letting you know that we have strict orders to call the authorities if you don't.""Shit, shit, shit," I said to myself as I made my way to my old Volkswagen Beetles. I stared at the peeling blue paint of the beat-up car before getting inside.I rest my head on the staring wheel, not believing what just happened."Cameron freaking Carter," I said aloud, hitting my head on the horn, scaring a few people that were around."He is such a prick." I decided.(How was I supposed to know that it was him? It wasn't even like he stopped me and he was under the influence as well.)I pulled into the light traffic, driving carefully as to not hit anyone or lose control of my car.Because, 1, I don't have insurance. 2, my car doesn't have seat belts and tend to have a mind of its own.Just then, the radio comes on, playing a random tune."Ok Bumblebee," I said, switching the radio off.It felt as if my dreams had just been shattered. All I could do was try my best to get home safely.When I got to the stoplight, I was a few people videoing two rats that were fighting over a slice of pizza."There goes the health insurance and paid vacation," I said to myself.The light changed to green, but to just my luck, my car broke down."Can this day get any worse?"Just as I said it, a car drove too close to the curb, causing the pooling dirty water to splash on me."Thanks. I really needed that shower." I threw my keys down in frustration.The car stopped, then revised to where I was.The window rolled down, and once again, my world shattered."As if you haven't caused me enough misery, you ruined a perfectly good skirt as well.""Looks cheap," Cameron said, looking me up and down.I opened my mouth, but really I didn't know what to say to him."Looks like you are having some trouble.""Yeah, my car broke down." I pointed at the screaming metal death trap."You drive that thing?""We can’t all afford chauffeurs and luxurious cars.""Too bad. I wish you luck.""Aren't you at least going to try and help me?""Not really my problem."I bit my lip. I wasn't even going to argue with him. He was right, none of this was his problem.Cameron gave me one last look, put his window up, and the car drove away.I, on the other hand, did the only thing I could.I took out my phone, turned the blue tooth on, placed one earbud in my ear and walked the rest of the way home.When I got to the run-down apartment I called home, I dropped down to the sofa to rest my tired feet after the long 2 hours walk.I threw one of the nasty mildew cushions across the room, taking my anger out on the old, ratty thing that my mother loved so much.I can't feel sorry for myself, not when I have other interviews to attend. I'm sure I can land any of those.Even though Cater's had the best benefits out of the other four, which I need, I can't dwell too much on the fact that I had sex with The Cameron Cater and now he won’t employee me.No, no, no. He isn’t the only company in this city or in the world.But if I don't get a job soon, my ass is grass. And not the nice lush green kind but the ugly brown disgusting kind that not even dog's shit on.I sighed, still not believing rich boy Carter. All because we fucked one night. He had to be a prick, and why would he even kiss me?I touched my mouth. I swear I can feel him still lingering on my lips.I hated that. I hated the fact that I was still thinking about him.Sure, he was hot, but he was using his rich privilege.He even splashed me without apologising, made fun of my skirt and my car."I will get you back, Cameron Carter."I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I woke to someone knocking at the door. "Coming, I'm coming. Just slow your roll." I glanced at the clock on the small glass table to see that it was 9:03 am. 1 hour after my failed interview, I might have ruined my own life. #Sad. "Can you just wait!" I yelled as the knocking came again. I removed the screwdriver from the latch, then slid the heavy door open. "What if that was your landlord?" "I would have closed the door." "Anyway, this isn't about him. We are here to celebrate." "There is no need. I didn't get the job." "What?" Cooper let go of the helium balloon, letting it float to the ceiling. "What do you mean? I put in nothing but good words for you." "Yeah, well. I messed up. Big time." "What did you do?" Cooper said, grabbing me by the shoulders and shook me a few times. "Can we seat, or at least allow me to get my bearings?
I know I must look like shit, but I tried my best to look alive. I have two interviews today and I am confident I will get the job at one. "Miss Sanders, right this way, please." A girl that seemed fresh out of high school said. She had her hair up in a high ponytail and wore too much makeup that made her face look red. "Thank you." I gave her a smile, which she didn't return. "Sanders, sit. Let's get to it. You can call me Annie." A female in a black pants suit told me. "Good morning." "Let's cut to the chase. Why should I employ you?" "Well-" "Well, is not good enough. I have been going through your resume, you seem well decorated. But have no experience in this field. Why is that?" "After college, it was hard to find a job because of the years of experience required." "And you came here thinking that I would employ you?" I didn't know how to respond, and if I'm being honest, I wanted to leave. I was not willing to sit here and get i
"Wait, when can we start?" Cooper asked, leaning closer to us on the table. "Just come tomorrow." "I should go, I need some sleep," I said, getting up. "No, sit and eat." My sister pushed me back to the booth. "Ok mom, you know that it's normally the older sibling that looks out for the younger." "Well, in our world, we look out for each other," Jenna said, skating away. Cooper gave me a look as I stuffed fries in my mouth. "You want some?" I asked after swallowing. "No, I just want to warn you. Don't do anything stupid." "What are you talking about?" "You know exactly what I mean, no of us want those types of problems anymore." "I won't, so just relax." I wiped my mouth and got up. I know said I wouldn't, but I have no other option. This thing called life makes even the nicest person do mess up things. I crossed the road, not evening looking out for oncoming traffic, because I ha
The next morning when I got to Jimmy's Buffet, I was 15 minutes late because I had to walk there. Let just say they pounded my car. "You are late," Jimmy said. "Does it matter? It's not like anyone is here." "It does. Your shift starts at 10 am. It's now 10:15." "You never gave me a time, just told me I have a job if I want it." "Well, now you know." "Here is your locker key. You will find your skates and apron in locker 95." "Ok." "All you have to do is take orders, pin them there and take the food to whoever ordered it." "I worked in a diner before. I know what to do." "But have you ever done it in skates?" "I'm going around the back." By 11 am, the place had people coming in for brunch. Cooper also showed up at the same time. He was on his cell phone telling someone to piss off. "You are very late." "Yeah, yeah." Cooper waved him off as he walked to the co
I didn't bother going back to the diner. My mind was too clouded. It felt as if I was only digging myself deeper in this hole. There was no way out and someone was above throwing dirty on me. As I climbed the stairs to my apartment, I spot a dirty-looking cat that had cuts on its head. It meowed weakly, then bumped its head on my leg. "You and me both, buddy." I continue walking up the stairs and it followed. I waited at the opened door, then looked down at the cat. "Do you want to come in are not? I don't have much, but I know it's better than out there." The cat gave a meow as if agreeing to me, then scattered inside. I threw myself down. As soon as I did, the door slid open. "Sister," Jenna said, throwing her bag on the floor. "Jenna." "J." "Cooper." "You and bailed on me, I had to cover for you, Cooper got spat at for being flamboyant. Then these two shit heads came in, took s
"Can you tell Jimmy I won't make it to work today?" "Why?" Jenna stopped. "Just tell him I'm not feeling well." Jenna rolled her eyes. I waited until both she and Cooper left, before leaving as well. I had a mission to do and I can't let them know what I had planned. "Stupid lock," I muttered, forcing the rusting thing together. Even though we had little, that still wouldn't stop someone from looting our place, or Martin might move a new family in. I walked to a familiar area of the city, one that anybody would stay clear of. But not me. I walked down the piss smelling street to the house that I haven't been in for years. I cast another nervous glance over my shoulder, after thinking that I heard footsteps behind her in the alley. 'Am I being followed or paranoid?' I now wished I had never come here, but me being me. I don't listen and continue to be a fuckup. I heard a laugh coming from
"So, this is where the infamous one-night stand, Jordan Sanders lives?" "Again, how the fuck did you get in here?" "Don't worry about that. I have my ways." "This is trespassing." "But what are you going to do? Besides, this place doesn't have much. It's... filthy." Cameron said, leaning his head to the side. "You little fucker, because of you I can't get a job anywhere in the country and now you break into my place and give nasty remarks about how I live." "If you hate it so much, please leave. Because you sure as hell aren't welcomed here." Cameron gave an exaggerated laugh. "Relax chick. I'm just here on a friendly visit." "We aren't friends." "We could be. I won't lie the little hit-and-run person that you are have spiked my interest." "Leave." "Make me." I ran a hand through my hair, thinking about what I could have done to have a man like this on my back. "Listen, I'
"Little shit!" I yelled at the door.I picked the money up off the ground, thinking that I should burn it, but after doing a recount. I decided it would be best to get it to Dante.It was 17 thousand dollars, which means I would only owe him 8. Which I might be able to pay back easily, seeing that I now have Cameron Carter's black card.I laughed to myself."Maybe this rich prick has a little use."I studied the card number, then looked at the back.I knew just how to spend money off it without it tracing back to me.One swipe of that machine that was tucked away under my bed, and whatever money that one this card is at my disposal.I set out to my task, cracking my knuckles as I prepare to have thousands, possibly millions, of dollars.After the machine finished booting up, I ran the card through a part that would make it untraceable back to me. Then I check to see how much money was on the card.My face fell.