How to Kill The Potential Prom Queen (gxg)

4: Finding Nemo

Okay, it was rather weird. I actually did not go to my brother's, instead, I went with Layla to her new apartment--- simple, less neat and clean, small, and dusty--- opposite to what Layla was accustomed to.

In fact, I did not know why I still went with her after all the insults and exercise of dominance. But, one thing was for sure, it was because I didn't want my brother to know that I fucked up again. My brother was successful and he kept rubbing it in my face. "I get bro, you are better than me, even though you used to be rather stupid in class." Moral of my story: never mock your younger brother's dumbness, he might turn out richer than you.

I, along with Justine and her family members/crew, helped Layla set up stuff in her new apartment. It was an awkward but productive activity. Layla's old stuff had been sold at a shop, and she only got a few bucks out of it. I asked why she decided to do all these, she answered that she wanted to live simply.

After all the hard work, Layla's apartment was now ready to be inhabited. With the only essential new, cheap household things such as kitchenware, living room, dining set and all that, she was now ready for this new and strange chapter of her life. Strange because I would never have thought of Layla to live "simply" unless she was hiding something. She was so secretive.

Here's weirder, after Layla handed the paychecks to every worker, and after Justine's crew had gone, Layla asked me to live with her! I burst out laughing. Why? Because she actually felt sympathy over my former shitty life. Awe, she truly was compassionate in her own way.

She gave me several of her clothes. Thank goodness, I badly needed those. They were so cottony as though she bought them from Cotton On, but the brands of those items of clothing were mostly tagged with two-named designers of some sort. Rich bitch, I thought. I always wondered why she chose to live that way. And with the money she gave me, I bought new undergarments.

A week passed and we got comfortable with each other. I was already walking almost naked in her apartment, wearing only either my panties with a top or a bra with the lady boxers she previously gave me. Layla, on the other hand, was constantly flaunting her nail varnishes, which she rarely applied. Aside from that, I found out that she was a businessperson! Actually, I didn't find out, she told me. Ha-ha, what a haughty girl. Of course, I didn't really care about her businesses, I only needed a place to stay until I would find a decent job.

I didn't have a bed. I only slept on a couch. Layla offered that I sleep next to her. "No thanks, Layla, the couch is my fortress. I need my privacy, jeez. Sarcasm intended." She only rolled her eyes. Truthfully speaking, I didn't want to sleep next to Layla because I was sexually frustrated, and I needed to masturbate from time to time. Well, if Layla would gladly do it, I'd let her, but I didn't think she'd do it. Okay, just pretend you didn't just read this paragraph.

Within two weeks, I applied to over ten companies and government agencies. None had replied yet. It was okay, I was still a stage manager at Beauty and the Beast - The Musical.

And within a month, nothing was happening. I needed to earn cash! A decent one!

I decided to start pursuing my dream--- to become a stage actress. Okay, it may not be a big thing, but stage acting is more genuine than acting on screen in my opinion. My audition for Finding Nemo - The Musical was the start.