"I just can't understand why Mr. Simmons would move your theater classes out here?" Emma's mother spoke, looking through the car windows with judgment as they drove past another ABC store.
Emma shrugged, looking out her window. She knew her mother was completely unaware that she had lied to her about her theater teacher moving practice out to this part of town. This was Emma's plan since she had gotten back home from the camping trip; she had made sure to text Chris that she wanted the job. Today was Friday, her first day of work, and Emma was a ball of anxiety, and her mother's constant questions didn't help.
"And so late at night, too... I don't understand that man." Her mother shook her head slightly.
Emma nodded in agreement, trying not to look at her mother. "He said something about wanting us to be completely in the atmosphere of the characters, to make our roles more believable." Her mother sighed, looking around anxiously.
Her mother pulled out her phone for a moment. With one hand, the screen light illuminated her face"What's the name of the play again?" Emma opened her mouth, searching her mind for a reply. "Mother, do you really not remember the play you put me into?" With quick thinking, she was able to turn the question back on her mother.
Her mother looked over at Emma for a moment before looking back at her phone, checking the directions.
"Of course I do... maybe I could just call Jason quickly to make sure..."
Her mother pulled in front of the random building Emma had given her the address to, which she got from Google Maps. The windows were dark, and it looked abandoned, but there were a few other cars in the parking lot.
"NO!" Emma yelled, holding up her hands, making her mother raise a perfectly arched brow. "I mean, no... Mother, you don't need to do that. He's right inside. I know you don't want to bother him." She fidgeted with her fingers on her lap while her mother's eyes burned into her skin.
Time seemed to go by so slowly; she could practically feel herself sweating.
"You're probably right," her mother finally said, and Emma let out a breath in relief as her mother turned off her phone, putting it into the glove compartment. "I'll be here to pick you up around 11:30," her mother stated.
Emma climbed out of the seat, walking up the steps to the building. As she got to the door, she took a minute to look at the dust-covered doorknob before turning and waving at her mother.
Her mother gave her a small wave before driving away. As Emma saw her round the corner, she walked down the stairs, pulling her phone out of her bra to check the time. "Okay... 5:30," she whispered before sticking the phone back in place, heading in the direction of The Underground.
Her pace was somewhat fast because she still didn't know what she was going to do about her outfit problem. She had on one of her dark blue button-up uniform shirts and the shortest knee-length plaid skirt she owned, with white knee-length socks and simple 3-inch black heels, which were killing her to walk in at the moment.
She suddenly heard the loud music from The Underground blasting through the open garage, and some people were leaning against it outside, talking and drinking. She anxiously walked past them "I love your outfit, baby girl," one of the guys said, making his friends laugh beside him. Emma wasn't sure if he was being genuine or if he was picking on her. Whatever the case, she walked right past them, inside, feeling their eyes follow her.
She walked directly to the bathroom, locking the door and looking at her outfit in the mirror. Biting her lip, she undid three buttons from the bottom of her button-up shirt, tying it into a knot to show some of the skin on her stomach. Then she undid two buttons at the top, pulling it down slightly to reveal a good amount of cleavage.
She pulled up her skirt, making it mid-thigh. "Okay... okay, not so bad. At least I won't get laughed out of here. Now, the hair." She said, pulling her ponytail out of her hair, tossing her hair around, making it messily fall around her shoulders. Finally finishing up, she pulled a fire-red lipstick out of her pocket, rubbing it over her thick lips, making them juicy and pouty. Stepping back to look at herself, she looked like a bombshell. She placed her hand on the doorknob, letting out a breath.
"Here we go." She opened the bathroom door, scanning her eyes for Chris.
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It Started With Hello
Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
