Jenette

Chapter 3

    These were the times I felt like just wandering on the street instead of getting my car and driving straight to my pent house. I was always told that me and trouble were frenemies; if I didn't go looking for it, it will come looking for me. Despite that, I loved putting myself out there. It gave me a sense that I was superior for a split second. Q was removing his lab coat and as he raised his hand, I caught a peek of his deep blue boxers. As I made my way up to look at his face, he had a smirk on but didn't say anything about it.

"Great job today, you need a lift?" he said with one eyebrow slightly higher than the other.

"No thanks. I have a car," I said waving him off. He was about to step out before he rushed back in and whispered, "Don't get into trouble,"

"JEEZ! I won't," I said raising my hands. He went back into the room and grabbed my wig and my gloves.

"What are you doing?" I asked laughing.

"I'll just take these to be sure and don't worry I would have Boris deep condition them," he said stuffing them in his brief case.

"Who is Boris?" I asked as he kept trying to find a way to close the suitcase without the wig tangling.

"Oh I didn't tell you, the new steward," he said pointing.

"What does he know about wigs," I asked as Q's face went from a half smile to straight.

"Boris knows everything," he said with his infamous batman impression and burst out laughing when I did a face palm.

"Catch you tomorrow O!" he said and walked out of the lab as I went back to staring at absolutely nothing. I re-adjusted my black ankle boots feeling my black hair prick my back.  Picking up the note, I looked at the brown paper again. How come someone didn't find it and why didn't Gemma get it too. 

"I'm too tired for this," I muttered to myself and got up. I slowly removed my labcoat  and hung it on the coat rack before leaving the lab. Most people had already left the building hours ago so the place was deserted. I walked fast outside, my steps leaving echoes in the vast room. 

       As I burst outside, I felt a gush of wind on my skin and got a whiff of sweet petrichor as it started to rain really hard.

"Oh that's just great," I whispered to myself and advanced to my car that was parked on the other side of the road. Suddenly I felt cold hands slightly touch my arm as my head turned sharply to the person.

"Wooah," the guy said putting his hands up obviously a bit taken back by my reflexes "Why don't we take this conversation up to my apartment right there," he said pointing to a building on the far right as his three friends chuckled. The wind smacked his hood over his head as a dark brown mane flopped on his face. He still put on a cheeky uncomfortarble smile because I hadn't responded.  With my index finger, I motioned for him to get closer to my face.

"First and most important of all, your breath smells like a frog desperately dying in a sewer, secondly I think you should use your rent money to get a decent haircut," I whispered making sure to stare at his pupil.  His friends made sounds after I said that. He advanced further and roughly held my right wrist and whispered "Cocky," imitating the same look I gave to him. I turned my wrist in a 60 degree angle and jacked his forearm in the opposite direction as he screamed and fell to the ground.

"That's what I thought," I said  and quickly crossed the street while he squirmed on the ground. I heard as his friends called back at me and yelled that I might have broken his arm. That was the thing we couldn't get over and was the root problem of social interactions. We always judged everyone by what we saw and it isn't our fault. It is just part of the weak human nature. I quickly jumped into my car and fired up the engine and zoomed off past the boys who were still on the side walk as they threw me the famous middle finger.  I had to drive so slow because it was raining really hard and I could barely see anything. I caught a glimpse on my dashboard that Q was calling. I hit answer as his voice blared from the speakers of my car.

"What's up?" I said and made a left turn into a street.

"Are you at your pent house yet?" he asked.

"No why," I said and honked as a car switched lanes suddenly. 

"Did you cause trouble," he said slowly.

"By trouble if you mean breaking a drunk 16 year old's arm then yes yes I did," I said not regretting anything mocking how young the guy looked.

"O!" I herd Q say and sigh at the other end of the phone.

"What?" I said and pressed harder on the accelerator. "Hey babe," I heard a female say on the other end. 

"Not again Q," I said and shook my head.

"Got to go love, the Friday entertainment just arrived," he said and hung up. 

     I pulled up in front of the building and got down from my car swinging my beige Chanel purse over my shoulder and made my way into the double doors of the apartment.

"Hey Amanda," the guy at the front desk called after me as I was about to step into the elevator. I waved a quick hello and flashed my best fake smile. Everywhere I went, I was known to be a different person. I still hadn't wrapped my head around why I did it. I was programmed to lie and hide who I really was. I felt the elevator stop and Mrs Reed came in.

"Oh hey Amanda, how was your day at the coffee shop," she asked holding groceries in a paper bag.

"You know same ol same ol," I said shrugging as she nodded and flashed her genuine smile. She struggled to press the button while the elevator doors closed and I beat her to it.

"Oh thank you," she said.

"No worries," I swallowed a lump in my throat as I stared at her. Her head slightly shook from side to side but she didn't know. I guessed it was because she was old. How could I be envious of someone whose life had basically almost ended. It was because she had something I didn't. She was human and I couldn't consider myself that. The elevator stopped on her floor and she walked slowly out.

"Have a good night's rest Amanda," she said and walked out.

"You too," As the doors closed I basically jammed my fingers on the elevator buttons. I needed to get to my room fast. I was going to get a personality disorder if I kept this up for too long.  I walked out and forced my key into the keyhole, slammed the door against its hinges and fell on my over quilted bed and dozed off not even getting up to remove my shoes.