Temptation | iDKHOW

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Dallon's POV

This is why I can't have nice things. Covered in hot coffee and the center of attention, I tried to make a discreet exit, but heaven forbid I get out of this with my dignity intact.

I gulped and looked around at everyone staring at a couple of people snickering at my situation and me. Part of me wanted to stand up for myself, but another part of me, the wiser part, said, get the hell out of here. So I just did the logical thing and left.

What else could I do? I just wanted to get out of there so I'd have enough time to get home and change and get to work on time.

Is it too much for a guy to ask for one good day? Yes. Yes, it is. Well, for me, at least.

I slowly walked to my car. God, I'm such a drudge. You have to agree. No. I'm breaking the fourth wall. Shut up, Dallon!

I got into my car and started driving to my apartment... well, the apartment building my apartment is in. Whatever. Anyways, I went inside and quickly changed into a random white button-up and threw a grey blazer on.

Once I was done changing, I looked at the time. 7:10 am. I don't live far from the office, so I should make it in by 7:30. But I wouldn't have enough time for coffee. Of course. One good day. That's all I ask... just one good day.

I sighed and walked towards the door to leave. Do I really want to do this? No. Will I end up on the streets if I don't? Yes.

"Today is going to be a..." I stopped and closed my eyes, "...a good day." Who the hell am I kidding? Of course, it's not gonna be a good day. It's a Monday!

I finally step out of my apartment and walk to where I parked my car and- a parking ticket?! Are you kidding me?!

I groaned and took the ticket from underneath the wiper and looked at it for a bit—$ 400 at the least. God, why me.

I got into the car and slammed the door. I started the car and... I started the car-.... It won't start. Why won't it start? God, I'm gonna be so late!

I kept trying to start the car, and eventually, I did. I raced to the office and ran in, getting met by my boss. He was about two inches taller than me, so I looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile, "hi."

"Hello, Mr weekes. We have a new worker here, and since you're the only one not working right now, I want you to show him the ropes around here." My boss said, and a guy about my height, but a bit shorter stepped forward to shake my hand.

"Hi! I'm Ryan Eric! I don't particularly appreciate giving my last name... It's so wonderful to meet you! You seem like a great guy! Wanna be friends? Or is it too early for that? Do I talk too much? I talk a lot when I'm nervous! You already know that since you heard me say all this-"

"Please stop... you're talking so fast. Take a step back. And chill."

He smiled and nodded, "I'm Ryan Eric. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I smiled back at him, and his apprehensive demeanor subsided like at that moment, he knew he could trust me. And he could! I'm happy he knows he can trust me.

"What college did you go to?" I asked Ryan to start a conversation. I wanted to get to know him.

"Harvard. I went there for statistics and hated it, so I left, and Yale wanted me, so I went there for political sciences."

"Did you like that?" I asked to keep the conversation going.

"Yes, very much. 8/10 would go back, but I can't unless I wanna teach hungover college students after parties," he said, and I chuckled. "dude, have you ever been in a classroom filled with hungover assholes? It's like all they know how to do is complain and wish they never felt like that again, and what do they do? Go back for more the next Wednesday. At least I graduated first in my class. The downside is, I never got to drink because 'you-" I started saying "you" with him but realized I cut him off and continued

"'...can't drink anything because you gotta drive us home afterward' I've heard it many times... too many, honestly."

Ryan nodded, "at least I got to drink when I was of age but never got the thrill of underage drinking."

"I have," I blurted out, then looked at Ryan.

His eyes were a bit wide, and he blinked at me before turning away from me and looking out the window, "what was it like?"

"Honest answer? not any different to drinking now," I answer, looking out the window with him, "haven't had a good drink in a while because of work... I don't want to come to work with a hangover... so I just live the same life every day. No fun."

"I can imagine... it can't be fun living that way" I look at ryan for a second then shrug

Easy to keep up with everything so that's a good thing" I stay quiet for a second and blink, "the only good thing. Everything else is so boring"

Ryan looks at me with a smile, "I think I can fix that"