"Hey Rosie, how was your first day?" Blake asked as I walked into our apartment.
I've never understood why people gave me that nickname, and in all honesty I don't like it. Like, isn't a nickname supposed to be shorter than your actual name? My name is Rose, and my nickname is Rosie.. one letter longer. Call me crazy but it drives me insane.
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't really know how I felt about the job. I got a ton of work on the first day. It's like when we would go back to school after summer break, and there's that one teacher that decided to give you homework! Like what the fuck. I mean I knew I was gonna have a lot of work but not on my very first day. I guess I'll just have to get through it. And you can call me a baby or childish for making that analogy, but I couldn't give two fucks.
"That bad, huh?" She asked again following me to my room.
I've noticed over the pass couple of months while living with Blake is that she asks a lot of questions! Also, it's always the same routine with us. When I get off of work she's already home because she owns her own little bakery down the street from our apartment. She's her own boss! She goes to the bakery everyday at 12 and comes home at 4. What a life. 4 hours of work.
I shrugged my shoulders and unbuttoned my blouse. I saw Blake staring and I smiled to myself, "like what you see, eh?" I smirked at her.
"Yeah. I like you trying to be cocky while a spider is crawling on you." She retorted. I started screaming and slapping my stomach.
I fucking hate spiders. They are the worst thing in the world. I remember in sixth grade my English teacher was teaching us about Greek mythology. We were reading "Arachne". It was about this girl who thought she was all that at sewing and she was bragging about how she was better than Artemis. So Artemis challenged her to a competition. I think Artemis won and something happened so Artemis cursed her into a spider, and that is where the word 'arachnid' comes from.
"Rose! Rose!" Blake was yelling my name and I snapped back into reality and looked over at her.
"Huh?"
"I said I was just playing, there isn't a spider." She starting laughing. I could tell my cheeks we're getting a crimson and turn the other way facing my dresser to get a T-shirt out. "You're not wearing that," I heard Blake say from behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to face her.
"And why aren't I?"
"Because we are going to a club with Hannah!" She exclaimed, jumping up and down on my bed. I sighed rather loudly and pulled her off my bed.
"1. You know I hate people jumping on my bed, so don't jump on my bed. 2. Since when did I say I was going to a club Hannah? 3. Since when do y'all talk?"
"You're so grumpy, but you're coming because we wanna celebrate your job. And we've always talked just never really been close, we're fixing that though."
"Ooh okay, fine I'll go." I said slipping on the shirt anyway and sitting on my bed. "Go call her and tell her to get ready."
8:30pm.
I went to my walk in closet and slid the doors open. I looked at all the dresses I had hanging up but nothing really caught my eye. Plus it's cold outside so I should just go with a pair of jeans, a nice top, nice jacket, and some heels.
I went to the shirt section of my closet and looked at all the crop tops. I settle on a lacy all back short sleeve crop top. I picked out a random hoodie, blacks heels, and dark blue jeans. I came out the closet and started to get undressed.
"Rose, Cal's here!" I heard Blake yell.
I ran out my room and down the hallway to the front door, there he was. I ran into his arms and jumped up wrapping my legs around him. I kissed every inch of his face and hugged him deadly tight. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.
"I missed you, I caught an early flight."
"Aw Cal! Come on, come to my room." He picked me up bridal style and carried back to the room. As he put me down I realized I was just in my bra and underwear. But I don't care, he's seen me in less.
I put on my jeans as Cal made small talk, then my top, and a pair of socks to keep my feet warm before I put on my heels. I sat down at the vanity and pulled out my makeup box.
"So, where are you going?"
"Hannah, Blake, and I are going out to celebrate my new job, wanna come?" I replied.
"Yeah, sure sounds like fun."
"Hey, Hannah said she's gonna meet us there." Blake told me standing at my door.
"Okay, and Cal is coming."
"Cool." Then she walked away to get ready.
I pulled out my foundation, concealer, powder, eyeliner, and lipstick. I decided to do a little more than I usually do since we were going to a club. I put all my make up on and I do some finishing touches. By now it was 9:00 and Blake had came to my room twice to tell me she was ready.
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The music was so loud as soon as we walked in. I saw sweaty bodies grinding on each other in the smoke filled room. It reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. We all walked over to the bar and found Hannah there. We all exchanged hugs and talked about nothing. Us girls decided to dance but Cal just wanted to drink. We walked out onto the dance floor and started grinding on each other. It was so much fun and I was swing my head with my eyes shut, but when I opened my eyes I wasn't looking at Cal anymore, I was looking at him.
I was looking at Jack.
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Hey babes ! Sorry for the late update please forgive me ! So anyway I hope you like this chapter and it is was longer than the other one. It's 1,000+ words! Yay! So anyway I hope you really enjoy this chapter. Sorry if it not that good it was kinda last minute. But give me feed back! And feed back is good feed back! So yeah, comment, share, and vote ! Also I might do POV (point of view) changes so tell me if you like POV changes or not. I like them but not really, but I feel that for where I wanna go with this book POV changes would be really cool. So yeah! I think this is the longest authors note I've ever written! You're probably not even gonna read this. But bye, I love you, xoxo
- Lea xx
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