Win A Date With Chris Evans

Twelve Hours Forty Five Minutes

In all honesty turning down Chris Evans was the biggest mistake of Jaime's life, it wouldn't have made an ounce of difference, her heart was broken either way, although she didn't know it was a broken heart she was suffering from, she thought she was sick.  At first, she thought it was a come down from the thrill of the whirlwind, but as the days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and she continued going through the motions of life with a fake smile, unable to place a finger on the source of the pain.

"Girl you cannot be working another double!!" Tabitha shrieks as she checks the rota, "I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" she trudges off towards Kev's office muttering bullshit under her breath.

Jaime shakes her head, "Tabs! Will you calm down, I put myself down for it.  I need the money." She shuffles her feet anxiously waiting for Tabs to berate her for missing yet another night out.

Tabitha tilts her head sympathetically, "J, you are due a fucking intervention! You love to party, what's happened to you. Tell her Joe."

He shrugs his shoulders agreeingly, "You aint ever been right since you came back from LA."

Bullshit!

"you guys need to lay off, if she's willing to work doubles then I'm sure as shit going to give them to her because you lazy fucks would rather piss your wages up a wall." Joe exclaims as he exits the office handing out the pay checks.

"Harsh Joe, really fucking harsh." It's so nice to have him on my side now at one point I was the thorn in his side, but now we are thick as thieves.

He dangles Jaime's envelope above her head, "oh no, they are right...I'm just not complaining because you haven't busted my nuts for months and I kinda like the peace and quiet." Traitorous prick!!

She watches as Tabitha heads out to the parking lot laughing with other colleagues, gotta make more time for Tabs before I lose her. She makes the mental note fully aware that it is laced with pure jealousy. She began doubting herself, the words of her friends ringing loudly in her ears, I did like to party, maybe I over done it in LA and that's put me off.  I haven't been out in 6 months. Fuck...I haven't logged on to any socials in 5 and a half.  What's wrong with me?

She stocks shelves trying to go over the last 6 months, to see what changed, and when. She replays her night with Chris and the once dull ache that had gone almost undetected for month resurfaces as she lifts herself off the floor. Unshed tears pool in her eyes, clutching her chest as she stumbles to the bathroom, she does her best to hold back a painful groan. What is happening to me?
A knock comes at the door, "Its McKenna, Joe sent me in to find you.  Said you ran off."
"I'm fine, I just need a minute." Jaime chokes through a strangled sob, why is this happening to me. Oh god... this is a panic attack, but like a real one. It is, isn't it?  Answer me for fucks sake!!!!!
The feeling comes in quick waves washing over her, and every time she thinks it might be done and she'll be able to catch her breath another wave knocks her down threatening to pull her into a watery grave. Grieving for her broken heart.

Just as quickly as the attack came on it starts to disappear, slowly but surely allowing her to breathe again, but forever terrified as she waits on it rearing its ugly head.

"You good?" Joe asks with a kind smile, watching Jaime pick up where she left off.

"I think so," her sad eyes flit from the canned meat to meet his gaze, "is it true?" she exhales sharply, searching for the courage to continue.

He places his chubby hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "is what true?"

please don't make me say it out loud, why can't you be a fucking mind reader Joe.  C'mon big guy, throw me a rope.