Seventy Shades Of Steele

Seventy Shades Of Steele(1)

*Angelina's POV*

"Why can't I look pretty for once in my life?" I groan fully aware of Chloe behind me.

"And how many times do I have to tell you that you are beautiful?" She says plopping onto my queen size bed.

"Oh please, you are just blind." I reply putting my hair in its regular ponytail. "Aren't you suppose to be sick by the way?"

I diverted my attention from the mirror to the blonde dressed in pink bunny pjs which would probably be for five year olds seated behind me.

"Well, yes" she coughs

"Did you take the medicine I gave you?" I ask turning back to the mirror and attending to my makeup.

"You mean the poison that you call medicine? Yes I did and I regret it" she spoke like the words left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Whatever you like to call it, " I reply grabbing my designer bag from beside her.

"Here is a ten page bibliography on him and stop looking at it like that" she laughs. Holy Fuck!

"I hate reading and you know that" I groan taking the folder, "Remind me why I am doing this again?"

I look at her with pleading eyes. Like there is any way she could miraculously get well already and do the interview herself.

"God! Will you look at the time, hurry on now Miss. Pryce!" Chloe says with a freaked out expression on her face.

"It is just 8:00am." I state in a bored tone.

"You have to go now if you want to make it to Seattle in time." She says.

"Why can't you just postpone the interview anyways?" I ask her still trying to get a better reason of doing this. I should be at work for crying out loud!

"We had this conversation last night Angelina, it took me ten whole months to get this interview and it is going to take another five months if I postpone it. By then, we have already graduated," she sighs.

"Fine, but I ain't happy." I state leaving.

"Believe me when I say I'm sorry," she looks at me with apologetic eyes as I walked out the door.

"I believe you, but don't leave this apartment." I reluctantly say.

"Yes,yes. Your many precious cars will not be touched." Chloe raises her hand in defeat which made me chuckle.

"That is apart of it, but I also want you to be safe." I reply.

"Okay,okay,okay. Get out of here!" She ushers me out the door.

"I'm going." I say leaving. Chloe and her way of extra curriculum activities. Why couldn't she have chosen something less difficult like cheerleading or something? That is what I do. The world of crazy people.

I decide to try out my brand new Jaguar on the journey to Seattle. My uncle bought it for me last week, but it just came in today for some customization had to be done to it. It is a one of a kind and has much as driving it scares me, what is the sense of having a perfectly good car if not to drive? Not like I'm going to get money for the dust it collects or doesn't.

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I couldn't help myself but wonder how tall this building is. I let my eyes roam over the mirror glass windows to the pointy peak poking the sun. The building scream sophisticated, and suddenly I feel out of place. Get in the building you chicken.

"I love my subconscious." I sarcastically say to myself.

As I step at the entrance, the doors slide open. I don't know what I'm doing, but my mind took a few long minutes to realize what was happening. My feet are not moving. I'll consider that a smart move, yet again I ain't moving. I take in a deep breath and put one foot in the building when the doors just decided to close. I take my foot out before it closes and I regret it for every time I lift my foot to enter the damn door closes on me. Just then a man walks through the door with no problem. Does technology hate me so fucking badly?! Well, in this case it is kind of obvious it does.