Fighting For My Mate

Chapter Three

Irene POV

          I woke up to a phone ringing.  I covered my ears to dim out the noise but it was of no use.  I could still hear the damn thing.  Sometimes I really do hate my sensitive hearing.  I got up and searched for the damn phone.  I knew it wasn't my cellphone because I still didn't get the curage to turn it on.  I  checked the time and it read 5:30 am.  Holy fuck!!  wgo in the hell ring someone at 5:30 in the freaking morning?!

          Hesitantly I picked up the phone.  "Hello."  As I answered the phone to greet who ever it was that was calling me so early, I couldn't stifle the yawn that escaped my mouth.

          "Rise and shine sleepy head!" wtf?  Jared.  Damn, should have known.  Still what's wrong with this dude.  It's freaking 5:30 in the freaking morning!!

          "Damn it Jared!!  Do you know what time it is?" i asked him clearly annoyed to be woken up so early.  He was about to answer but I interupted him.  "It's 5:30 in the freaking morning!!  Why oh why would you be calling me so damn early?" I shouted at him.  Damn I hate waking up early!!

          "Jesus, Irene!!  Sensative hearing here!!  Damn, Women.  Don't you remember that we're having breakfast today befor your interview?"  Shoot!!  I completely forgot about that.

          "Shit your right.  I had totally forgotten about that.  At what time did  you say you were coming?"  Crap I have to get ready!  Urgh how could I have forgotten my interview.  God I'm so damn disorganized for my own good.  I started heading for the bathroom when he answered.

         "I'll be there at seven exact."

         "Exactly at seven?"

         "Yes Irene.  Exactly at seven no later than that!" he said sounding a little exasperated.

         "Jeez, are you always that punctual?" FREAK!!

         "Yes Irene.  I hate being late, I can't stand being late and it annoys me when people are late.  I guess it comes with being beta of a very large pack." large?

         You have got to be kidding me.  This pack wasn't just a large pack but a humongous pack!  "Uh yeah, I could see we might not get along as good as I thought."  If there was something that I knew I couldn't do, it was being punctual.  I'm the most disorganized person in the world, with an exception to my job.  Now there I have to be super organized, but it's sttill hard.

          "And why is that?" he asked bringing me back into the conversation.

          "Because I'm super disorganized.  And you're a total neat freak!  A total perfectionist.  I could tell we're not going to get along."

          "You don't know that.  Haven't you heard that opposites attract?"  he asked me teasingly.  "Anyways I'll be there at seven okay, bye." and he hung up.  Just like that.  Without allowing me to say goodbye, farewell or something.  Damn jerk!

          I turned on the hot water in the shower and stepped in.  Damn did taking a shower feel good.  I could have stayed in there forever but sadly it had to be a very short shower.  I got out of the shower and stepped into my room and opened my lugagage.  I didn't know what to wear.  All I knew was that it had to be something nice and professional.

           After about 30 min of just dumping clothing all over the floor, I finally decided on a black dress that went a little above my knees with a grey blazer and some black stiletto ankle boots.  I decided to leave my brown locks to fall into their natural waves.  I gave make-up a natural look just some mascara, a little bit of eyeliner, and some lipgloss.  I didn't really need blush because I had a natural one and thank goodness because I really do hate wearing make-up but hey it's a job interview.