I’m eating after this fight is a huge burger with fries and milkshake.
Javi made sure I’m actually sticking to a diet since I have been slacking with Rico. Madison loves pasta and as much as I tried to stay on track I found myself taking bites of her food. Fuck I miss her.
“You ready for the fight.” Javi asks. “It’s a little less than two months away.”
“Readier than I’ll ever be.” Ready to take Marcus’s belt, just like I took his girl.
And lost her, don’t get cocky.
I ignore my brain’s comment. “Ready for that belt.”
Chris slams his beer down. “Hell yeah, you’re going to take that belt just like...” He trails off and I smirk. This is why we’re best friends. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.
He almost starts to apologize when he realizes I’m laughing. Javi frowns in confusion.
“What’s funny?”
Shrugging I sip my water. “Nothing. I’m going to take his belt just like I took his girl.” Okay I’m still an asshole, but I’m an asshole who is helplessly in love with the girl I took.
Javi shakes his head. “I can’t believe you did that. Have you heard from her, or is she still ignoring you?”
Checking my phone I frown. “She’s still pretending I’m dead, but I hope to hear from her soon.” I’ll even take a just ‘thank you’ for the gift. Or you could get a big FUCK YOU .
I’ll take any reply I can get.
Have I mentioned how much I hate going home? I fucking hate it. I still haven’t let housekeeping touch the sheets and I know for sure they think I’m fucking nuts, but I don’t want to lose her scent. Half of the time I fall asleep on the couch in the sitting area because the bed brings too many memories, and sometimes I can’t handle the flashbacks.
After taking a shower and throwing some sweats on I settle on the couch with my laptop to check the status of my order. Great, still on time for tomorrow. I just hope she likes it and doesn’t send it back in pieces.
Pushing the thought to the back of my head I log into Netflix, my cursor hovers over Supernatural, but I can’t do it so instead I opt to watch Making a Murderer. Chris can’t shut up about it so now I’m intrigued. Clicking play and I already know I’m going to be stuck on this show.
My phone vibrates on the table. Chelsea’s name comes up in my text inbox.
Chelsea: Just thought you should know that she misses you.
I suck in a breath. Fuck I’m like a fucking chick now. My heart beating all fast and shit.
Me: Did she say that?
Chelsea: Yes. Night future champ.
That gave me hope. Hope that I really needed. My night instantly became better.
Try- Colbie Caillat
Four.
That’s how many cups of coffee I nervously drank since I got up at six this morning. I was a nervous wreck. This was technically my first job and I’m sure my last name helped me land this. Still I was determined to make it. This was my dream, I got a degree in journalism for a reason, because I love to write.
I double check my outfit in the mirror for the tenth time. Going with cream wide legged slacks and a black button down seemed like a good idea this morning, now I wasn’t sure.
Stop overthinking the outfit.
My stomach drops, I want to throw up. Dammit nerves, go away! Maybe if I didn’t stay up half the night crying to Chelsea I would have gotten a good night’s rest and wouldn’t be as nervous.
Taking a deep breath I give myself one more look over before saying eff it and grabbing my messenger bag. Thankfully I was able to reschedule with my mom and do dinner instead. I doubt I would be able to squeeze lunch in my first day.
You can do this . I tell myself.
Grabbing my coffee to-go mug I sprint downstairs thankful that I called ahead for a cab. I was not walking it this morning, especially not in these five-inch heels.
I hyperventilate the whole cab ride to the office. If I don’t calm the hell down I was going to pass out, and how embarrassing would that be? The new girl passed
Javi made sure I’m actually sticking to a diet since I have been slacking with Rico. Madison loves pasta and as much as I tried to stay on track I found myself taking bites of her food. Fuck I miss her.
“You ready for the fight.” Javi asks. “It’s a little less than two months away.”
“Readier than I’ll ever be.” Ready to take Marcus’s belt, just like I took his girl.
And lost her, don’t get cocky.
I ignore my brain’s comment. “Ready for that belt.”
Chris slams his beer down. “Hell yeah, you’re going to take that belt just like...” He trails off and I smirk. This is why we’re best friends. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.
He almost starts to apologize when he realizes I’m laughing. Javi frowns in confusion.
“What’s funny?”
Shrugging I sip my water. “Nothing. I’m going to take his belt just like I took his girl.” Okay I’m still an asshole, but I’m an asshole who is helplessly in love with the girl I took.
Javi shakes his head. “I can’t believe you did that. Have you heard from her, or is she still ignoring you?”
Checking my phone I frown. “She’s still pretending I’m dead, but I hope to hear from her soon.” I’ll even take a just ‘thank you’ for the gift. Or you could get a big FUCK YOU .
I’ll take any reply I can get.
Have I mentioned how much I hate going home? I fucking hate it. I still haven’t let housekeeping touch the sheets and I know for sure they think I’m fucking nuts, but I don’t want to lose her scent. Half of the time I fall asleep on the couch in the sitting area because the bed brings too many memories, and sometimes I can’t handle the flashbacks.
After taking a shower and throwing some sweats on I settle on the couch with my laptop to check the status of my order. Great, still on time for tomorrow. I just hope she likes it and doesn’t send it back in pieces.
Pushing the thought to the back of my head I log into Netflix, my cursor hovers over Supernatural, but I can’t do it so instead I opt to watch Making a Murderer. Chris can’t shut up about it so now I’m intrigued. Clicking play and I already know I’m going to be stuck on this show.
My phone vibrates on the table. Chelsea’s name comes up in my text inbox.
Chelsea: Just thought you should know that she misses you.
I suck in a breath. Fuck I’m like a fucking chick now. My heart beating all fast and shit.
Me: Did she say that?
Chelsea: Yes. Night future champ.
That gave me hope. Hope that I really needed. My night instantly became better.
Try- Colbie Caillat
Four.
That’s how many cups of coffee I nervously drank since I got up at six this morning. I was a nervous wreck. This was technically my first job and I’m sure my last name helped me land this. Still I was determined to make it. This was my dream, I got a degree in journalism for a reason, because I love to write.
I double check my outfit in the mirror for the tenth time. Going with cream wide legged slacks and a black button down seemed like a good idea this morning, now I wasn’t sure.
Stop overthinking the outfit.
My stomach drops, I want to throw up. Dammit nerves, go away! Maybe if I didn’t stay up half the night crying to Chelsea I would have gotten a good night’s rest and wouldn’t be as nervous.
Taking a deep breath I give myself one more look over before saying eff it and grabbing my messenger bag. Thankfully I was able to reschedule with my mom and do dinner instead. I doubt I would be able to squeeze lunch in my first day.
You can do this . I tell myself.
Grabbing my coffee to-go mug I sprint downstairs thankful that I called ahead for a cab. I was not walking it this morning, especially not in these five-inch heels.
I hyperventilate the whole cab ride to the office. If I don’t calm the hell down I was going to pass out, and how embarrassing would that be? The new girl passed
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