✓ academic rivals
✓ enemies to lovers
✓ fake dating
✓ Many more of your favourite tropes <3
Lowen had been through hell and back to get to where she is now - one of the world's best upcoming music artists. But after releasing a few hit singles she k...
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"Bye." I smiled at the pretty lady on the desk, who must have been confused as to why I was leaving so soon, but didn't comment on it.
"Have a good day."
I pushed my way around the spiny exit and by the time I had stepped outside I was laughing. Not like a little giggle to myself, I'm talking full blown, hand around my rib-cage laughing.
God really has favourites, and I am not one of them.
The chances of me and him both moving to the same city is possible, but to think, out of all publishers I could have gone to, I went to him? That's like a one-in-a-million chance, right?
I collected myself and rang Jess like I said I would. "Are you still waiting to go in?"
"No," I laughed once again. "I went in there alright. I went into Mr Fitzgerald's office, sat down, and looked into the eyes of my worst enemy."
"What?"
"Do you remember me telling you stories of my school experiences?"
"Some of them."
"Do you remember the kid that hated me and thought he was Albert Einstein?"
"Your little nerdy boyfriend from high school?"
"No, Elijah Black." I confirmed. "And he was just stood a metre in front of me, practically spitting on me, as he shouted at me to get out of his office."
I heard a gasp down the line, followed by a giggle. "You're joking..."
"I couldn't make this shit up, babe. I honestly thought I was seeing things."
"Hey, don't worry about it. There's so many publishing offices around we can check out. Or maybe this was a good thing? You're both adults now, and it's like the universe aligned you to right your wrongs-"
"No. No, no, no. I'm almost home now, and I'm about to get a massive cup of coffee and drown myself while googling for other publishers."
"Am I invited?"
"Always."
For hours Jess and I talked and got sidetracked while supposedly googling. After lunch we decided that the world can wait another day to read my book and set aside my laptop, our phones, and a few half scribbled on pages and open notepads.
I tried to watch the movie on my small tv but my eyes kept veering to a page on the coffee table, coated in numbers. I locked eyes with the one underlined.
"Why don't I just call around a bit?" I broke the silence.
"No, L. Look-" She paused the tv, attempting to turn to me but our bodies were already pressed together with the lack of space on this sofa. "I know that Mr Fitz- Black- Elijah- whatever we call him, turned you away, but, think about it? You're already big in the public eye. You don't want to go to a low-life publishing company, and let your book completely flop. You want to go to a new, big but exclusive publishing agent, who will help this book sky rocket."
