Maybe He's Not All That Bad..

Season 3| 1

"We Hate Some Persons because We Do Not Know Them; and We Will Not Know Them because We Hate Them" - Charles Caleb Colton
(Y/N)

I heard the buzzing from my alarm as I was asleep. Which caused me to jolt awake. I grabbed my phone before opening it and looking at the time. It took me a second to read the numbers before I realized I only had 45 minutes to get ready before I had to be at work.

"Oh shit shit shit shit" I yelled as I stood up quickly from my bed and threw my phone onto the bed. My feet hitting the soft and plush carpet below. With a quick speed, I bolted to my bathroom and started to speed run my makeup for the morning. Surprisingly, it didn't look that bad. I quickly tied back my hair before I ran over to my closet. I threw a few outfits onto the bed that I liked. One with a white blouse and a black pin skirt, another with a red turtleneck and a black pleated skirt, and finally a v-cut white blouse and longer red skirt.

"I can do something extravagant tomorrow, I'm gonna go with.... This one" I grab the red turtleneck and black pleated skirt before putting it on. The cotton of the fabric was nice and comfortable, plus the red color really showed fire and fierceness. I toss on some socks, heels and then I leave my apartment. Sometimes I prefer to walk, sometimes I Prefer to drive and Sometimes like today, I prefer to take public transport. However, The call from my mother changed my mind quickly. I put the phone to my ear and I heard the shrill voice of my mother.

"Y/N! Did you see the news sweetie!" she asked in a panic, I looked at my watch before answering. I've got about 15 minutes to get to the federal building.

"I did not momma what happened?" I asked as I started to walk to the bus stop. The wind was slightly cold and with a shiver I looked towards the street at all the passing cars. The trees were just starting to turn orange as the fall scenery set in. One of my favorite seasons, if I were being honest. Pumpkin spice, warm sweaters and falling leaves were the one true love of mine. Who needs anyone when you have pumpkin spice lattes and cinnamon mints with a side of apple cider.

"Have you heard about the recent bus related accidents?! Oh sweetie you should drive today, I don't want you to get hurt!" She pleaded and I rolled my eyes and laughed. Of course my mom saw on the news about a bus accident. I personally don't want to drive but, I love my mother and I don't want her to worry. So, I stop my movement before turning around on my heels.

"Okay mama, I won't take the bus." I heard her sigh in relief after I spoke. I push my hair over my left shoulder as I listen to my mom ramble about the bus accident that happened. While she rambled I pulled out my car keys and unlocked my car before opening the door and getting in. The drive was relatively boring other than the discussion with my mother. I parked in my designated parking spot before getting out. I made sure to pull my skirt down so I didn't flash anyone while I got out of the car. I locked the car before heading into the building, still hearing my mom talk about whatever she was talking about now. I swipe my identity card before riding the elevator up to the sixth floor where she worked.

"Oh, by the way, Justine is getting engaged! Marcus proposed!!" I freeze. No way, Justine?? I scoff at the idea that she would get married. Why is it impossible to believe that she's getting married, someone might ask. Well, let's say she has a streak of hooking up with any man that breathes in her direction and then leaving them as soon as it's over.

"Really?" I ask as I walk to my seat. As I sat down I felt a pair of eyes on me. Eyes that burn my side. So to ease that feeling I glance towards my right and I see Spencer staring at me, however, as soon as he notices my glance he looks away. I sigh before turning my attention back to the case in front of me.

"Yeah! I can't believe she finally found someone to settle down with!" her voice was happy and that made me feel bad for not being happy about it. She always wanted Justine to settle down because of her rebellious "sleep with everyone she sees" streak. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy strike through me. Mom never worried about me, maybe because I didn't sleep around with everyone, but she still never worried about me. It was always "Justine this" and "Justine that" never, "Y/n" "Y/n" "Y/n"!