Chapter 1:
"Idiot!" I yelled as I honked my horn. God I hated people who didn't know how to drive! I looked over at the clock and I still had 30 minutes until my job interview was supposed to start. I was cutting it really close. I would probably get to Styles Inc. a few minutes early, which was really unusual for me. I was almost always late for some reason. It wasn't because I woke up late, or would leave late, I just took my time to get to work. One of my favorite songs played on the radio and I turned the radio up loud, trying to dance away my nerves.
I usually got fairly nervous before job interviews. There are a lot of places that flexible with college schedules, but they don't pay as well as jobs that aren't. I mean there's probably a lot of jobs that are flexible that pay well, but I just haven't found them. As of right now, I work in a pizza parlor and I'm so tired of it. I hate being an adult who has to bring pizza to screaming children and pretend that I'm happy to do so. To me, it's a teenager's job. Something so they can save up for their first car or have extra money to go out. Pizza Palace isn't meant for an adult to live off of. If it weren't for my mother helping out with bills, I'd probably be homeless.
My mother and I don't have the greatest relationship, especially after her and my father split up. I wanted to go live with him, instead of her. She was so bitter towards me for years. It wasn't until I went off to college that she finally started opening up. I think it was because she realized how much better I was on my own and she also got married to a really nice man. His name is Ron and he's so sweet. He was the one who brought my mother to life. He was able to crack her shell and open her up. Before Ron, my mother was hard and cold. She barely ever smiled and I think I've heard her laugh maybe twice in my whole life. Now that she has Ron, she smiles all the time and even laughs. I've never seen her as happy as she is with Ron.
One Christmas Eve, I was talking with my mother and Ron about how hard it is to survive off of my paycheck. They offered to pay my rent as long as I stayed in school. At first, I couldn't take that offer, but when I got the eviction notice on my door, I had to say yes. They paid for that, and part of my college tuition. I would go and clean their house, or if they needed me to do anything, I would. Ron really wanted my mother and me to fix our relationship, and so far, everything has been great between us.
There have been a few times where my mother and I have argued since her and Ron have been together, but there hasn't been a fall out, which is good. My mother told me that I shouldn't even consider going into law school because I could never make it. I told her that I would and I'd push myself to get in and work my ass off. She and I argued for a good few weeks about it, but then I showed her my report card, which of course was a 4.0, and she shut up. That was our biggest argument. Ron refused to put himself in between us, but he told me on the down low, that he thought I could do it.
I was about 5 minutes away when my boyfriend, Liam, called me. Liam and I have been together for about six months, and the relationship was working out nicely. At first I was hesitant to take our friendship to the next level, but everything seems to be going smoothly. Liam was my first friend I made when I moved out here. I was walking into the cafeteria to get something to eat and I accidentally bumped into him. I spilled my coffee all over his shirt and then ended up spending a while trying to get the stain out before he decided to get rid of the shirt. We've been inseparable ever since.
For a while, he was just my friend. I dated a few guys when I first transferred, but nothing was ever serious. I always speculated that Liam had a little crush on me and it wasn't until he walked me home one night that he actually confessed his feelings. I always found him attractive, it was just that he had never made a move, so I assumed he wanted to be just friends. During the first few days of our relationship, it felt a little awkward holding hands and the first time we kissed I couldn't help but laugh. It was just so weird to be kissing him at first. Thankfully the awkwardness faded away and I can kiss him without laughing.
