How to Kill The Potential Prom Queen (gxg)

3: Justine and Her Family

Now, do not think about Layla too much, I wasn't going to fall in love with her. Although, I did have a tiny, itty, bitty, crush on her.

Layla was actually lying. She said she needed my help, but she hired three other people: one guy was really bulky, a dude in his late forties; the other guy was hairy, he looked like a werewolf, probably in his mid-twenties; and lastly, a girl in her early twenties, who looked really familiar.

We were all in Layla's apartment. The entire crew was doing all the necessary work done. The guys were lifting heavy stuff and the girl was holding a notebook while writing down something.

I didn't do anything, only because I just arrived there, duh. I was scanning the area, trying to figure out how to help while Layla had vanished. I don't know where the hell she had gone. She was a little strange and secretive.

Approaching one of the workers was the only way for to me to have done something productive.

"Um, hi, excuse me?" I said to the girl, who was now counting and pointing words on her notebook.

She looked at me and I displayed a huge smile (first impression lasts).

"Layla hired me, but I don't know what to do." I said and I finally got Layla's name right. "Should I carry these fancy paintings or should I lift these boxes?"

"Uh, don't carry those boxes. They're empty. We actually just arrived so it's a little confusing at first," she said. "I'm Justine, by the way."

"Justine... like Justin Beaver or Justin Timberlake?" I asked.

"What?" She chuckled or choked. I couldn't tell.

"Oh."

"It's Justin with an 'e' in the end."

"Oh, cool, I'm Naomi."

And then, Layla unexpectedly appeared in a black niqab that covered her entire body but her eyes. I instantly knew it was her because her eyes stood out. Moments earlier, she was wearing a hijab, and she was now wearing a niqab. How fast could one change? Seriously, though.

"Oh, there you are," I said to her once I took noticed of her. "What shall I do?"

"Uhhhh," Layla said.

"Can't decide? Do you really need my assistance? It seems that everything is all covered here. I mean Justine, here, is really good at her work and the boys as well."

"You're just gonna drive me to my new flat," she said blankly.

"Seriously? Can I do work that is actually worth your pay?"

She rolled her eyeballs, "Oh, please, I know you don't like working."

I grunted.

"I'll be back. Just talk to my workers or sleep or whatever," she said then left.

"So arrogant, jeez," I said.

Justine leaned closer. "I know, right?"

"Is she always like this?"

"All the time," she said while doing her task.

To rest my legs, I sat on the kitchen counter since the chairs and couches were soon to be carried out.

"So," I began talking to Justine. "You've been doing this job for how long?"

"Four years, my dad and brother are downstairs actually." Ooh, a family business. I didn't notice the resemblance between each of the workers.