Celebrity love

Chapter 3

"I think Jacob likes you." Alyssa says out of the blue. It was the next day and around midday, Alyssa was helping me with furniture, or at least helping but sitting on the kitchen bench doing nothing. I've gotten through nearly a quarter of what needs to be done and I was so tired of it. The place looked better though, which motivated me.

"What makes you say that?" I ask. I haven't told Alyssa about me sleeping with Jacob because I'm still so ashamed of it.

"Because of the way he looks at you and he talks to you differently than he talks to me." She explains. Dammit Jacob, why'd you have to go and get feelings for? The conversation we had still replays in my head. I should've made it clear to him I wasn't interested but I was just so focused on getting out of there.

"Well, he better not cause he's in for a very sad rejection." I try to laugh it off.

"Wow, the place looks some what better now." Alyssa looks around the place.

"No thanks to you." I laugh and she puts the middle finger up at me.

"It's not my fault that the instructions are confusing, they should add pictures to it." She tries to defend herself. I snatch an instruction from the ground and show it to her.

"There are pictures." We both stare at each other and then burst out laughing.

"Anyways, I should get going, I have a shift in an hour." She groans, Alyssa works at a grocery store and she hates it with a passion. "Speaking of, have you heard back from anyone about your applications?" She asks.

"I haven't checked yet." I say and mentally remind myself to do so after she leaves.

"Well, good luck with that." She says goodbye and walks out of my apartment. I sigh and look at all the work I need to do. I guess I could just leave it until tonight. Until Emilio comes over. Butterflies enter my stomach at the thought of it. I have to remind myself that it's not a date.

Who am I kidding? It practically is but I'll never admit so to him. I need to set boundaries. To protect myself. I get up and grab my laptop from my now set up dining table, it was small but simple. I open it up and sign into my email.

A smile finds its way on my face as I see I've scored myself an interview with a restaurant to become a waitress. I immediately reply to them saying I can come in tomorrow afternoon.

Overjoyed with good news, I get my phone out to call my mum. It rings twice before she picks up.

"I was wondering when you would call." Was how she greeted me, I rolled my eyes.

"Hi to you too." I laugh and I could sense her smile to herself.

"How is it?" She asks, I could hear dad in the background asking who it was.

"Oh it's been great, the view is wonderful and the city is just amazing." I answer and it's the truth.

"That's great, hunny."

"It is, you should come over soon. I think you'd like it." I say, but I doubt they'd have enough time. They didn't have enough time to come to dance recitals as a kid so I doubt they'd drive up 30 minutes to see me.

I know they love me with all their hearts but their careers take over their lives. That's what I'm scared it's going to be like when I become a doctor. I find myself reminding me to not let that happen, the people around me are more important than money.

"Oh, I'll see what I can do Sophie. It's hard to get time off work." And I wasn't surprised at the answer.

"I got an interview." I say, avoiding the topic.