She

Part 1

It’s 8:50 in the morning, a man rushes out of his house looking disheveled. Two kids follow him to the new, red wine mustang in the driveway with their backpacks and lunchboxes in hand, frightened looks plastered on their faces.

“Get in, we’re all going to be late,” he commands, his tone somewhat harsh.

The kids do as they’re told and climb into the backseat of the man’s car. Getting in with a huff, he starts the car and drives off. 

Around nine o’clock, they arrive at the school. The kids wave goodbye and rush to the entrance of the school. A woman knocks on the driver side window to get the man’s attention. He looks at her, a surprised expression on his face which soon melts into a look of wonder. As his right hand rests on the wheel, he rolls the window down with his left and he greets her.

“Good morning, Miss Ramos. How are you this Friday morning?” he asks, his left arm resting on the window sill.

She smiles at him, “I’m good, Mr. Beck. I’m just excited for the weekend.”

He chuckles, “Me too. I plan on taking my boat sailing this weekend.”

“That definitely sounds like a lot of fun,” she replied, interest and enthusiasm lacing her voice.

“Maybe I could take you sometime?” he offers, eyes wide in anticipation and excitement.

A light blush adorns her cheeks as she answered, “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He grins, “Great, maybe we could go sometime this weekend?”

Her smile fades, a hint of fear gets lost in her eyes, “Oh I actually have plans this weekend. Maybe next time?”

He nods slowly, clearly disappointed despite his vain attempts to mask it before he pats his pockets for a business card to give to her. His hands fumble with the card but manages to hand it to her.

“Now you can contact me anytime, Miss Ramos,” he says, letting her take the card.

She takes the card with a light giggle, “Please, call me Vicky.”

He smiles, “Okay, Vicky. Then please call me Alex.”

“Okay, Alex. Well I will definitely be using this,” she replies, gesturing to the card, “I have to go, the children can’t learn if there is no one to teach them.”

She thanks him, waving goodbye as she walks to the doors to the school and disappears from his sight. Sighing happily, he puts the car in drive and heads toward his workplace.

Hours go by of filling in the same paperwork, sitting at the same desk in his office, and trying so hard not to nod off to sleep. The only thing keeping him awake is the remaining caffeine from the first two coffees he’s had today. The company depends on him, after all he is the CEO. The money he gets could pay for multiple expensive cars and houses, plus maybe a few girls’ loyalty. 

As I’m sitting in my car, I can’t help but think, He gets everything while the rest of us get nothing.

I don’t get it. How can a girl like her fall for a guy like him? He’s narcissistic, egotistical, and selfish! Not to mention his anger issues and the fact that he has his mother watch his kids instead of him being there for them.

It’s now 1:32 when his assistant walks out of the building.

Well, she’s not crying and she’s not running. Must be getting Mr. Big Shot his third coffee of the day.

She gets in her car and drives off. My phone goes off with a buzz, it’s a message from her.

“Are we still on for lunch tomorrow?” it reads.