𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

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⁂𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝⁂

"Yes."

I say to him as he reads through the papers I had just handed him.

I made sure to dress to impress today seeing I really do need this job to pay my rent.
It's not that I'm lazy and dont have a work yet it's just it's hard.
Very hard.

Especially with all the experienced people out there today, I mean where do they even come from?
Most of them so clever, then there's me...

I look around his office but can't help and cringe at how it looks.
Firstly there is dust everywhere.
His walls are yellow and brown.
There is a whole stack of empty take out boxes and his bins aren't even clean.

How can one life like this?
Euww.

His office is ugly.

"Diploma you say." He says glaring at me from above his glasses and I'm not sure if he is doing that to look all hot or what because his eyebrows kinda looks like worms above his eyes just there wiggling.

I only nod and he smiles at me the yellow of his teeth on display for me and I try my best not to ask him if he had ever heard of a toothbrush before.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks me causing a little frown to form between my brows , what does that have to do with him?

"No sir..." I say making it sound a bit more like a question and he nods his head smiling brighter than the moon itself "Hmm... And why is that?" He asks again.

As if his first question wasn't inappropriate enough now he comes and asks crazy shit like this? Why does this matter for him and if I wanted a boyfriend I'd most probably have one.
Right?

Well I'd like to think so at least, I mean sure I've been single for the past three years it's really not that bad plus my toy comes in handy when needed so who needs a man?
For sure not me!
Even tho sometimes it gets a bit lonely...

Shut up for once you stupid brain!

"I prefer it like that." I kinda lied but I do in a way...

He makes a Hmmm sound licking his lips while here I am wishing I hadn't seen that I feel like smacking his face until his head rolls off and then he dies in his ugly office. Haha.

Kidding! I actually wonder if I hit him hard enough if his head would roll off... Probably not...

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I feel a hundred years older right now he refused me the job just because I refused him a date.
How mad is that?
I'd rather go and look for another job than sit uncomfortably next to him by a table and act all jolly and inlove for him he'd wish.

I'm in need of a coffee and urgently too.
Crossing the road a hear the noice of a car's wheels making that scratching noice against the road and a very loud roar coming from the cars engine.
I wonder who is crazy enough to drive like that in a small town like this.
Before I know it the car turns around the corner by the speed of light and my once beautiful cream colored dress now wet and full of mud as my mouth falls open and the car continues to drive off "You asshole!" I yell at the rude driver of the black Mercedes mad.

Anger rising inside me.

"Fucking asshole. Who drives like that?" I ask myself looking down at my dress it now covered in mud and I feel like jumping on that car and breaking it into small pieces but for that to happen I'll have to find that son of a-

"Aria?" I hear my name and turn my head to find my friend Mike walking over to me eyeing my dress his face red as a tomato clearly trying his best not to laugh "It's not funny!" I tell him slapping him across his arm and then finally he bursts with laugher "Shut up!"  I complain and he graps hold of my shoulder still chuckling "I saw it happen it was hilarious..." He says and I smack him once again "Come on I need coffee." I say to him and he nods as we start walking "Who is that even? With their rich car in a little town like ours?" I ask him and he shrugged looking at the sky.

"FBI?" The stupid mushroom I call my friend says and I roll my eyes "Rude like that prick? Not easily." I say and he looks down at me his eyes back on my dress and I watch him turning into a tomato once more "If you say so...But listen as your friend I'm here to tell you you look horrible." He says and I feel like taking the shop next to us and throwing him with it if only that was possible.

"Keep quiet. Do you think I don't know? I just want coffee then I'll go change." I say to him and he nods his head "How did the interview go?"

I end up telling him everything and he still laughs as we get near the coffee shop and I felt my blood boil seeing the same black Mercedes Benz parked outside the shop "Oh it's on..." I say to myself and a look of fear crosses Mike's face knowing what's coming.

I will show you stranger... You can't just mess with me and think you'll get away with it.

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