The Journey to Fame

Try Hard

I woke up the next morning in a daze. I didn't know where I was, who I was, or what I needed to do. I checked my phone. 2:13pm. 13 missed calls and 37 texts. I began to go through my texts.

"Adelina wake up, your going to miss your flight - Hunter"

"Are you at the airport?!? The flight leaves in an hour, you better be on it. - Stephanie"

"Ms. Joy, what is this I hear about you not answering your phone? This isn't a way to start off your second day. Call me when you get this. -Vince"

"Ms. Ombre, you needed to be on that flight out here to Chicago. The big shots are pissed off and worried. They want me to come down and see if your okay, I personally think its weird to come to your place since we just met, but their forcing me. See you in a bit. -Punk" 

You stupid little bitch, forgot you had a demanding job now didn't you? Aww poor baby is gonna get in trouble. Look at Punk, coming to rescue little ol' you. I'll bet he only cares about you because he wants to get in your pants. The old 'Fuck and dash' classic. Your a sex toy to him. Nothing more. And nothing less. 

"How did Punk get my number?"

There was a pounding on my door.

Oh goody, your  knight in shinning armor has arrived.

"God I wish you would shut the fuck up and get out of my head."

I rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door. I opened it furiously, pissed that I was woken. Punk stood with his hands in his pockets and headphones around his neck.

"I don't know what happened, I set 12 alarms I should've woken. How much trouble am I in?" I said rather fast.

"I honestly don't have a clue, but they don't want you tonight." He said while walking in.

"Great." I marched off into my bed room and Punk followed suit lingering by the door. 

"I need to take you down to them, I have no clue what they want but they don't seem too happy with your 'late on the second day of an important job'." He called out as I grabbed my suitcase out of my closet.

"Uh- huh." I mumbled, unzipping my bag and checking if I have everything.

"Oh, uh... sorry." Punk apologized before turning around. I looked up at him, a confused look etched on to my face.

"What exactly are you sorry for?" I inquired, arching my left eyebrow.

"Uhm... I saw your.. undergarments in your bag." He choked out, obviously due to the awkward tension.

"We're all fucking human so calm your pierced nipples." I rolled my eyes and zipped my suitcase closed.

"Ok then." He rubbed his hands before grabbing keys out of his pocket. "Let's go."

I nodded and started towards him before turning around and grabbing my suitcase.

 Way to go Adelina, almost forgot your suitcase.

"Are you forgetting anything else?" Punk turned around and I almost head banged his chest into pieces.

"Umm.." I trailed off trying to remember. "Oh! I forgot to pee and take care of this thing called a mess!"

I left my suitcase in it's spot and ran to the bathroom, locking the door after closing it. After dealing with my business I washed my hands and I brushed my teeth. Then I applied some mascara to my eyelashes before running back out.

"Are you freshened up now?" Punk asked, waving his arms around for exaggeration.

"Yes," I waved my hands around the same as he did in a mocking figure, "I am. Now let's go so I can get my new asshole."

Punk laughed and gave me a thumbs up, "that's the spirit."

Closing and locking up my apartment, we set off to the airport as I prepared myself for the worst.