"Well have you heard of him?" Jim looked up at me from his phone.
"Are you being sarcastic?" I flopped down in the chair in front of his desk. His expression still curious, he was being serious. He was waiting for me to answer. "Of course I know Jaden Hossler. He's like the biggest artist on TikTok right now." I scoffed as if it should've been obvious. I mean it should've been.
"I thought you hated TikTok." he stared at me reading my every move.
"I do, but that doesn't mean I don't keep up with it, if I wanna get my name out there it's kind of apart of the job description."
"Well then you'll be fine working with him?" Jim stood, pacing to the other side of the room.
"I mean yes, but-" he cut me off mid sentence.
"Great! Then we have a flight to L.A tomorrow morning. Be ready." He smiled opening the door to his office and walking out leaving me in confusion and frustration. L.A?!?! I never agreed to leave my home! Gahhh I hate that he doesn't listen.
"Jim!" I yelled, he ignored me and continued walking with his assistant to another room. Great.
"L.A as in California?" My bestfriend Izzy questioned .
"Yeah. I mean I can't believe it." I sat staring off into space.
"It's a lot of change, but maybe it'd be good for you." My gaze shot to her.
"What are you trying to get rid of me?" Frustration seeped through me. I was taking all my anger out on her, though I wasn't mad at her. I was mad at Jim and Jaden, even though he did nothing wrong. I was just mad. "I swear Jim just treats me like some doll he can do up and use for whatever he wants. It's my career yet I have no control over it! Gosh sometimes I just wish I could go back to North Carolina and disappear on the waves." I laid back on my couch. Call me dramatic but I wanted to break something.
"S, calm down. Maybe it won't be so bad. You have been saying you wanted to get away from New York." Izzy shrugged. "and you'll be able to surf again?" She tried to calm me down. Izzy is one of the only people who can calm me down. She's also one of the only people who know I suffer from BPD. She really is my best friend. I was just so mad and couldn't even think straight.
"I need some sleep. I'll text you in the morning." I stood up walking towards the door to let her out.
"If you don't want to do this then don't. S, like you said it's your career. Make it your choice, but I think it might be good for you." I hugged her as she was leaving and started thinking about our whole conversation. Maybe she's right. Or maybe it could be horrible and just make things even worse. whatever it may bring I need to sleep on it. I'll decide in the morning. Which it was already 2 AM so I didn't have very long. Lord I hate deadlines.
(IK ITS SHORT THE CHAPTERS WILL GET LONGER PROMISE)
