Hating To Score

Chapter 1.0

Avery's POV

Breathe Avery breathe. You got this. You are an experienced, skilled worker might I add who is also hot. I think to myself while looking into the mirror. I put on my signature blazer while still staring at myself in the mirror. It's only a job interview. If I don't get it, that's okay. I am still young, I got this. Right as I finished those encouraging ish words to myself, I heard the rustling of the front door. Still focused on myself in the mirror, making sure I look put together. Keyword, put because mentally I am not put together. The door soon opens and walks into the living room is, Willow Garcia.

"You look so fucking hot!" Willow exclaims while putting down her bag from coming from the coffee shop. I chuckle at her while giving myself a final look in the mirror. I consider myself a loud and vibrant person but compared to Willow, definitely not. Willow is my roommate and the closest friend I've ever had. We met in our sophomore year of college, taking the best class, Biology. It was truly a gift that we were paired up as lab partners since we would have never been friends in the first place. Willow is currently still in school for data science while I got to study one of the easier majors in college, business management. I just graduated in May, earlier this month and it's now time for a big girl job.

"You always know how to make me feel like a God", I smile with the biggest grin on my face.

"See this is why you're the best roommate, I compliment you, you compliment..", Willow states while dragging out the last word, expecting me to compliment her back.

"You look hotter, I am blessed to be your friend", I stated sarcastically, while rolling my eyes at her.

"When's your interview", she asks.

"In like 40 minutes, so I better get going," I say while picking up my bag, filled with many papers including a physical resume.

"Good luck! You are gonna kill it, love ya!" Willow exclaims while entering the kitchen.

"Thank you! Love you more!" I yell back as I open the front door and lock it behind me. I soon then head to my favorite beat-up Ford f-150. This car has been through the wringer and traveled many miles but it gets me from A to B so I can't complain. While making my way to the stadium after a forty-minute drive on the highway, I'm cut off by some jackass at the exit. Swirled my car to the left cause that douche came up speeding passed me while cutting me off then quickly changing back to his original lane. I soon hit a stop light and saw two guys in the BMW on my right with the window rolled down. We look at each other and he gives me a smirk while I give him a blank stare while slowly flipping me off. The guy in the passenger seat laughs and hits the driver in the shoulder for his reckless driving. The driver soon chuckles at me and the stoplight turns green he hits the gas right away, and soon drives ahead, out of my view.

"What a fucking jerk", I say out loud because what the fuck. I hate driving in Los Angeles, no one knows how to drive, especially on the highway. I especially hate entitled guys like that. They think they own the road but never get caught. After ten minutes of driving, I pull into the skating rink parking lot. I see Nick standing by the entrance, soon lock my doors and jog slightly to him.

"Ahh Nicholas, I've missed you so much" I exclaim while giving him a big embrace.

"No no no, I've missed you so much more! I'm so glad I was able to get you an interview here!", I think you'd love working here as well as getting to mingle with all the single hockey players" Nick says winking at me.

"James is still my boyfriend you know" I claim

"Yeah, but he's not a fun or good one is the thing!" Nick says while making a face of disgust regarding James.