𝑈 𝑀 𝐴

one

It had to be him.

It just had to, this guy is charming, never fails to make me smile and makes me feel good about myself. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear at the perfect times and takes care of me when I want to be taken care of. God, every word that comes out of this mans mouth makes me want to record those words and listen to them every night until I fall asleep.

Aaron.

Yeah I liked James but, unfortunately communication was a problem to him. He kept saying that he didn't grew up communicating and that he was not about to. He also had this annoying habit of saying 'word' every 5 minutes. So, that didn't workout. Obviously.

Atlas didn't had the communication issue. Oh no, he was lovely, dark skinned, tall, sharp jawline and always knew exactly what to say, but was the absolute worst in bed. And every time when I tried talking to him about it, he just started tearing up.

I don't like men who cry.

Ryle. We don't talk about him.

Romano was racist. Which didn't make sense hence he was dating a blasian girl. Me.

Kyle was to short and kept whining about the fact that he wanted to be taller so that he could reach my boobs. Im 5'6.

And then. Ah yes, we have Ryan.
Our relationship lasted for about 5 years. But this time, it wasn't the mans fault. Ryan wasn't racist, Ryan didn't cry at the most random times, Ryan was absolutely amazing in bed, Ryan could reach my boobs and Ryan was the best at communicating. It was me. I was the problem. I was the one who fucked up and I was the one who pushed him away.

And the best part is, I don't know why. Everything was finally —finally— working out for me. I was probably the happiest I've ever been in those fiv-

"Uma, are you stil with me?" Snapping out of my thoughts and slowly becoming aware of my surroundings. Grey walls, white shiny floors and huge windows allowing to much natural light into this small room. I squint at the sight. I'm in an office? Why was I here again?

Job interview, got it.

I give the woman in front of me who's lipstick is far too red for her skin color a tight lip smile, "yes, sorry. Please continue." She gives me a hesitant look before ranting on about some unimportant things about the company. She keeps talking about how she achieved to be this powerful woman in a mans business and that I could end up like her if I stopped letting men get to me.

Ouch.

After about 20 minutes of listening to the lady's succes I stop her. Taking in a deep breath to calm down my impatience.

I came here for a job interview. Not some cursus to stop messing around with men. 

I meet her gaze. "I am so sorry ma'am but is this information truly necessary?" I stop talking, waiting for her to yell at me for daring to interrupt her. But instead, I'm met with amusement in her eyes.

Oh.

"Please, continue." She says, her thick russian accent slipping. Now I'm the one that is amused. "I just dont think that talking about how much power one has is truly neccessary." She looks at me. Waiting for me to say more. I think about my next few words.

"I think that if one talks about power, they don't really have it."

And with that, she almost instantly stands up, revealing her bare legs. I suck in a breath. She was slowly bending towards me as I back up. Affraid of what is going to happen next.

Was that too much?

Was I too bold on this one?

She must be really mad.

I can forget this job.

Hesitantly I look up, meeting her black pair of eyes. Her gaze on me is strong. God, I can start feeling sweat droplets forming on my lower back and forehead. My breath becomes quicker as hers becomes more calmer. She parts her lips.

"Get out."

I may be a smart-mouth but I am not deaf. I stood up, leaving the office. Not saying a word. Not looking back.

As I walk out of the the too large building I can't help but smirk.

I hope she likes the gift I left for her.

Oh I gotta tell Emma this.

———————

"YOU DID WHAT?" I expected that reaction. But still flinch at my best friend's words.

"So let me get this clear," she says —still shocked by the story I told her—
"You went to the job interview I told would be good for you," I nod. "You walked in," I'm still nodding. "You listened to Pushka's story," oh so that is the lady's name, "but you stopped her?" Before I could answer her question she kept talking.

"And not only that, not only that. You put a  frog in her desk drawer?" I give her an apologetic smile.

Emma has been my best friend since 3 years now. We met at a social event. Yeah, pretty boring. In books they would've told you we met at an orphanage —or— that our moms were pregnant together and had us at the exact same time. But this is no cliché book. This is reality.

But, funny story actually. Emma and I didn't start of with being friends. No, we actually dated for about 6 months. But when we realized that we were both looking for other things in a relationship, we just moved on and decided to be friends.
Best friends.

Now some people might say that these kind of things ruin friendships. But I feel like it made our friendship even better.
—Special— even. Because I've seen all of Emma's sides.

Her angry side.
Her goofy side.
Her emotional side.
Her freaky side.

I sigh. "Yes, and I'm sorry." I say, meeting her gaze expecting forgiveness in her eyes, but instead. She gives me a just-a-sorry-isn't-good-enough look. "I'm sorry Em. I really am, I know you worked really hard to give me this job interview." I say, almost sounding desperate. "I will be more responsible from now on," I'm met with her grey pair of eyes. "I'm sorry."

She thinks about my apology for far too long. After about an eternity of silence she sighs, "its okay Uma. I didn't like Pushka anyway, her lipstick is far too red for her skin color." My eyes lit up and I can't help but give Emma a small smile.
God, I love her.

𝐴𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒:
Hi everyone!! I really hope you guys liked the very first chapter of my new AND first ever book: '𝑈 𝑀 𝐴'. As a kid i've always liked writing and reading. And now thanks to Wattpad my childhood dream can finally come true!! Im think of making this book at least 10 chapters long. It doesn't matter to me if no one reads this. Because this book is made for fun. I hope you guys have a great day/night!
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