8 - You Don't Make Sense
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied smoothly as I blinked at him repeatedly like a retarded retard. The last thing I wanted to talk about with Terrance himself was to talk about 'the unfortunate' confession of his in the car.
And that somehow landed me straight in a hospital. That just showed how much my brain couldn't accept his little confession even though I'm positive that he was lying.
Ask yourself this; why in infinite hell would Danielson DiaperFace slash MessedUpFace Terrance ever have a slight interest in me? Let alone like me as a whole?
Does that sound weird to you now that I had finally put it out there? Of course, it does! Terrance and Twyla can never be compatible no matter how hard you try. My mind is set that whenever I see him or even hearing someone mentioning his name, my heart will go crazy fast and my stomach will have this weird feeling in it that I'm positive was 'hatred'.
No. That's called LOVE, you dummy head.
Uh, no brain. You're hilarious because that is so not it.
"Oh, I know you know what exactly I'm talking about. I mean, you were so touched that I've finally confessed my undying love to you that you fainted in happiness," he said in a wondrous tone as he spread his arms apart and looking up to the ceiling with a cocky grin on his stupid face.
"You know," I started and he looked down on me through his lashes. "I gotta admit that this is, by far, the best plan you've ever set for me. I mean, I would've never thought you would go so low just to put me down and finally respect you as a boss. No- don't give me that look. I know this is part of the deal but sorry, this dirty trick of yours ain't gonna work," I said confidently then crossed my arms across my chest.
I let out a sigh of relief when I finally figured him out and not thinking about what he'd said to me earlier in the car. I'm pretty sure he was lying about the whole thing.
But he turned that all down by giving me one flat, unimpressed look.
"Twyla, I'm not lying about anything. Sure I lied about most things when it comes to you but I promise that this time- it's for real," he assured me and I wanted to insult him for trying too hard but despite him trying too hard that made me wanted to believe him.
"Dude, seriously- you can drop the act now. It's really starting to get old," I chuckled nervously and as seconds passed by, it seemed like Terrance was leaning in closer and closer to me. His eyes had this kind of determination set and he was going to retain it.
For a moment there, I thought I could see through him once more. Like the time when we were in the car. When he...when he confessed to me. He had put down his walls once again and it happened when he was with me.
I took a moment to really look into his blue eyes this time and just counting all the colors in them. And then I saw it, I really saw it. He let me see through his emotions and his vulnerable side for the first time. Gone was the jerky and arrogant boss.
It was like I was staring at someone else and Terrance. It was like I was staring at someone who actually do have a heart and someone who is an open book and let anyone read him. And then it hit me.
Terrance let me see through him. He let me see the real him. He put down all his walls and barricades just for my eyes only. He let me stare into his eyes and he didn't even move an inch the whole time I was staring. He did that all for me. His only employee that doesn't treat him as a boss like his other employees.
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I Hate My Job
ЮморTwyla Anderson. She's blonde. She's grumpy all the time. She's an orphan. She's lives in an apartment with her childhood Asian friend. She has a job. And she hates it. Well, she used to love her job. But now she hates it. Why? Because of Danielson...