What If

21

JEN'S P.O.V.

I wore black to school today. It's not that black is my favorite color but I just felt so blue. And since I don't have anything that's related to blue, I decided to just go with the black one.

And so here I am sitting at the school's cafeteria with Miley and Fiona who seemed so engrossed in spotting every cute guy who passes on our way. But I have no time to care with what ever the're doing. My mind was in not here.

My eyes were focused on the hallway. But my mind is wandering around. Not minding with my surroundings.

I was just being fired yesterday. My boss was so pissed off that he didnt even gave me time to speak. Well, I won't be speaking to him anyway. Actually, I don't really considered him as my boss. He's so insensitive and rude. And he easily gets irritated whenever there were costumer complains. Mr. Shawn was always the real boss to me. He spoke softly and he usually apologizes when something went wrong. Even if it's not his fault.

A deep sigh escaped my mouth and I gently wiped little moisture of tears on my eyes. I don't want to be so dramatic or emotional when I have problems but it seemed like my mother's genes were running all through my blood.

I sigh again and closed my eyes in desperation. Only few months from now, I'll be graduating. And its just so low if I'm gonna stop now. I need to find a new job and so-

"Earth to Jenny!" The masculine voice of Miley roared so loud. And I flinched a litte.

"What's wrong, girl? You look upset." Fiona's soft voice hummed. She scooted towards me and tap my arm gently.

"Just...It's just that I was fired yesterday.." I whispered desperatly. I played with my finger nails to stop me from being so tensed.

"You..what?" They cried in unison. Their shocked reaction showed and their wide eyes all staring at me.

"What happened? I mean...You said your boss was so kind, generous and so on. That I thought you will award him all the medals you have." Miley exclaimed still in total shocked.

"Oh my! What have you done? You eat all their chocolates? Or you broke a hundred dollar plate or mug.." Fiona added. Everything she said doesn't make sense.

"You..are..so weird, Fiona! What are you saying?" I hissed. Do I have a freakin' friend?

"Then what did you do? I'ts just yesterday you say praises to your boss and then now he fired you?" She said with a raised eyebrow.

I glared at her annoyingly. And scratched my nose, out of a habit maybe.

"Not him. My other boss." I simply stated. Vanishing some thoughts of the guy who's attitude can't be described by a simple adjective.

"You mean..Justin?" Fiona gasps in disbelief.

"No. It's Mark. Their cousin." I winced by mentioning his name.

"You mean the painter? That hot arrogant painter? Its like..Oh my God, Jennifer!" She yelled in excitement. What's with the news?

"You know him?" I fummed.

"Of course! Who wouldn't?" He's the famous painter you silly! Everyone knew him-"

"Not interested. "

I looked away from her gaze. And roll my eyes in disgust. Who ever he is, it doesnt changed anything. Hes a lame painter for me.

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I slipped on my coat as I walked towards the parking lot in where I have parked my bike. The snow was so terrible since morning and I can't helped but wish for a whole year sunny day in Hershey. Which I knew will be very impossible.

I jogged towards my destination and the crisp of ice crunched through my boots. The cars were all white. And some trees were no longer green. I hurried to where my bike was but a loud horned of a car stopped my pace.

I turned to look at the unfamiliar car parked beside my crumpled bike. The car was black just like the color of my dress and the tinted glass was so dark. I just stared hard at it still not moving. Without knowing who was on the inside or was it really me being called.

My feelt burned from standing too much on the cold ice when the glass windows rolled down.

"Are you gonna stand their the whole time?"

The voice was so familiar. Raspy and deep. Yet with an accent-

"M..Mark?"

"Who else would it be? Hurry now!" He yelled. And I even saw his brows furrowed as he looked at me impatiently.

"What are you doing here..in my school?"

"Will you stop asking and get the fuck in here? My heater is on!" He groaned and wave a hand gesturing me to get inside.

I stood there totally fazed. What's wrong with this guy? He just fired me yesterday and was completely mad at me. And here he is now. Offering me a drive with great confidence that I won't say no. There must be something on his mind. And I won't be having any ideas of what is it if I won't allow myself to be exposed to him.

As I take a heavy sigh and shiverred a little due to the cold, I already made up my mind.