The Story of: Blythe Morgan Stewart

Chapter 2

A couple of weeks went by, and nothing special happened. Don finally started calling me by the correct name after my first week there, just as Garrett had said before. I know the software they use for the magazines like the back of my hand. After work, every night that I didn't go to the bar, I'd go home, make a microwavable meal, and try writing my story. I actually had a few pages down until I realized that I hated it. Right now, Rosie, Luis, and I were hanging out at the bar, and those two were flirting like no one else was there to witness.

"Maybe you could sweet talk me into bed tonight," Rosie flirted with a giggle, referencing how Luis previously mentioned that he talked a girl into giving her his number even after he miserably puked all over her in college. Luis smirked at her and gave her a wink.

"Guys, seriously, I'm right here," I grumbled, taking a swig of my usual drink. Luis just chuckled and Rosie completely ignored my input.

"I mean, with that body and that face, I would be so lucky to be under it," she continued, causing me to choke on my drink.

"Rosie!" I exclaimed, giving her a bewildered look.

"Oh, sorry," she giggled as if she didn't just pretend that I wasn't here. I sighed, resting my head in my hand.

"Back to your problem, Blythe?" Luis cleared his throat, and I glared at him.

"Anyway," I paused, looking between the two as I expected them to continue as if nothing had happened, just as they have been doing. "If I don't get this job, there's no way anyone else is going to take me. Not without an English degree. It's a miracle I even got this internship."

"Your work will show for itself, that's how you got here in the first place," Rosie pointed out.

"Exactly, and you don't really need to work for a writing company to get a book published. You could easily just work at a coffee shop and still publish a book," Luis added.

"Yes, but this will help put my work out there," I sighed. "Who's going to read a book written by some poor girl from Iowa that they don't even know?"

"Hey, for all they know, you're from Manhattan, New York. You don't even have to mention Iowa." Rosie stuck her tongue out in disgust at the mention of my home state, and I slapped her shoulder for it.

"It's not all terrible," I defended, glaring at her. "It might smell like cow shit from time to time, but it's got its perks." Rosie snorted.

"That doesn't really matter, does it?" Luis asked, wiping down the bar top. "I mean, nobody knew J.K. Rowling before she became an author, and now look at her." I snickered, knowing he was a huge Harry Potter fan, so of course he'd use her as an example.

"I guess," I trailed off, taking another sip of my drink. "It just doesn't make any sense, you know? How do you go from being a nobody, to being a number one selling author?" Luis and Rosie stayed silent for a moment, probably thinking of a good response to keep me from going into a deep depression. Not that anything they said would've stopped me from doing just that.

"Actually, I think someone is having a book signing down the street in a few days," Luis finally spoke up, causing me to snap my head up to look at him, eyes wide. "I saw a poster for it on my way to work this morning."

"And you hadn't bothered to tell me?" I scoffed in bewilderment, also a little offended. Luis put his hands up as an act of defense. "Maybe I could ask them how they did it."