Making Over the Jock

Chapter One

"I still can't believe you're actually going to work at Fab-U magazine," my best friend Lila squealed into the phone resting near my ear.

I winced slightly and pulled the phone away from my ear with one hand and picked up my vanilla latte with whipped cream with the other hand. I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance and, cradling the phone between my shoulder and ear, tipped the pretty barista behind the counter.

"Hey, nothing is set in stone just yet. I'm just going in for an interview, which, as we both know means absolute crap since they can always give the job to someone else," I replied, taking a cautious sip of my latte.

"Please we both know that job is totally yours," Lila sated. I could imagine her flipping her long black hair- courtesy of her Hawaiian heritage- behind her back to make the statement final. As in end of discussion. "Once they see how incredibly fashionable you are they'd be stupid to give the job to someone else. I mean seriously, no-one knows fashion as well as you do."

I couldn't disagree at that proclamation. Today I was dressed to impress. My favorite classic black Michael Kors pencil skirt paired with a red striped guess sweater with a sweetheart neckline and red Marc Jacobs stiletto heels. I kept my accessories simple, a red purse that matched my shoes and a silver cross necklace.

"Well, you do have a point."

"You did well to agree with me because I am always right, and you will get the job."

"Well thanks for the confidence," I giggled, making my way to the Starbucks exit. "I can totally use some right now as I get ready for my interview. I just hope I don't bumble my way through the interview and sound like a complete idiot."

"I'm sure that's not going to happen. I mean you're Alexis Monroe. No-one can make you look like an idiot."

"Hey, you seen the fashion police? Joan Rivers is ruthless. She makes Kourtney Kardashian look like a fashion victim on occasion and we both know she got style," I replied, giggling.

"True. Point taken. Anyways call me later. Love You! And you will get the job. Bye!" And with that my phone went dead before I even had a chance to say bye. I snapped my phone shut and slipped it into my purse. With my head held high and my heels clicking on the floor I walked out of Starbucks prepared for my interview.

"You didn't get the job?!"

"Please, keep your voice down," I hissed at Lila, wincing slightly at her high-pitched squeal. Numerous pairs of eyes swiveled to our direction in the cafeteria, wondering what was going on. Once conversation continued as normal, I exhaled in relief and straightened up in my chair, picking at the macaroni salad resting in front of me.

It was the very next day and I was recounting the story of my interview to Lila while we waited for our other friends, Dylan and Tony to arrive at our table.

"I never said I didn't get the job," I replied, taking a small bite of the cold guck. As soon as I did I immediately regretted it and spit the macaroni into a napkin. I absolutely hated cafeteria food. All this time Lila stared at me with rapt attention waiting for me to continue.

"What happened was the lady who interviewed me said I was the best applicant she had reviewed all day_"

"Well what's the problem? Obviously if you're the best that means she's going to hire you. I totally don't understand why you said that it's possible you might not get the job."