Chapter Two
Nathan
"How'd your night go, Nate?" I looked over my shoulder to see Amber leaning in close to me. She was pretty, I guess, with bouncy blonde curls and a pretty face. I could see the other guys on the magazine's staff liked her as well. She was perfect...or so they thought. In my opinion she was clingy, pushy, and annoying.
"Good, I guess." What a lie. I didn't bother to add, "I raped a thirteen-year-old girl while I was high." I continued typing, hoping she'd realize she needed to leave me alone. She stood there twirling a blonde curl with her finger--a move I knew she had used on other male staff.
"So, this Friday..." she began, placing a manicured palm on my desk, smiling. Here teeth were too white; too fake...
"I'm busy, Amber," I mumbled. Go away, go away, I thought, my taps on the keyboard getting heavier as my irritation grew. Amber leaned in closer, her large, fake breasts on my shoulder. I leaned away, much to her annoyance...or so her intake of breath said.
"But wait!" she protested. "The staff was going to celebrate with drinks! Manager invited all of the magazine staff to Amoure's tonight! Why don't you come?" I continued my work, not glancing her way.
"Like, I said, I'm busy, but if I finish early, I'll be there," I explained, exasperated, "Now please, can I finish my article?" I looked at her with an eyebrow held high. She frowned. She probably wasn't used to rejection. She'd be surprised how much a person can get rejected. She'd be surprised... After all, she was the twenty-three-year-old office slut, no one can say 'no', right? Wrong.
