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14. Where we left off

Chapter 14. Where we left off

Tessa's POV

FaceTime, the video call where Chelsea and I like to talk all the time. It doesn't matter if we just woke each other up and look fugly, if we're runway ready or even if one of us (hopefully not the two of us) is having a mental breakdown.

At the moment, I listen to Chelsea's rant about this hotty she saw that was 'gay', in other words, he didn't look too happy when she smiled and checked him out.

This is the problem of having a hormonal and quite single best friend who falls for everyone with a sausage between his legs.

She has a full face of makeup on, light pink eyeshadow, cat eyeliner, the whole shebang. That added to her favourite, equally pink, top and grey skinny jeans means she went out to "work on her self-esteem", aka using her charm to get some male company.

Ranting is a must, in my opinion, even for petty things. And having someone to do it with, no matter the topic, is also quite crucial to being happy. There's nothing like getting things out in the open and sharing your worries with others. It will allow you think things through and get feedback on them that might help you see the situation from another perspective, preferably from a better, more clear way. If I'm being frank, this is one of the reasons why I applied for my job and did so well on my interview. Chelsea made me realise my potential one day when she came over to my house.

I remember it so clearly. We had just gotten to my house after meeting up at the park to walk our dogs. I picked up the mail and took the magazines upstairs to my bedroom, where we went to next. It was only after tossing them in my bed that I realised I brought the local newspaper as well. After having the.mazagines be hogged by my so-called bestie, I decided to read it to kill time.

I was just skim reading it and I stopped at the ads' page because of a cartoon on it, a hilarious one at that. Next to it was the helpline's ad.

During what I wanted to be a careful read, Chelsea started poking around at what I was reading. She found immediately because I was using my finger to guide myself as I read it, exactly like an elder would.

She began to mock it straight away.

"Who would even apply for one those things! It's so ridiculous," she yelled between laughs. "Only broke people with no talent, seriously, though, 'help me please, I've broken a nail!'," she says in what I'm assuming was supposed to be an English accent of sorts.

I laughed at her poor impersonation and comment but I found myself thinking about it at night.

Three days later I was at the interview for a job there, shortly after that, I have an email in my inbox welcoming me to the team that including the must knows, some of the company's policies and information about the mandatory 3-hour seminar for newcomers.

"...So he passes by me and I smile, obviously. He was stunning so, how could I not?" She continues, "He was one of those guys that make you want to stop everything and take a minute to appreciate his god-like looks. And he had the freaking courage to frown at me! Who does that?!" I laugh at her, she is so bothered by a reaction of someone she doesn't even know... It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous but above all it's ridiculously funny! "Tessa, why aren't you saying anything? I'm in the desperate need of a sympathetic friend."

Time to take off my big-girl pants and put on the hormonal teen hat!

"Well, it depends on the guy. You do fall for every good looking person you see, not necessarily guys even though you are straight." She rolls her eyes and then joins me and chuckles.