After running away, Emma finds herself living with none other than Joey Tribianni, a smoking hot actor with the potential to break any woman's heart after satisfying her every need. She also finds herself among 6 friends who quickly become her secon...
I looked through Monica's clothes for something to wear. "Come on, Em , pick something already.."
"It's not my fault you dress like a crab."
"How does a crab even dress like?"
"Like you, Mon."
Rachel groaned from the bed behind us," Would you two just stop it already. Why are you even looking through Monica's clothes? You can borrow mine... Mom got them here yesterday."
I glared back at her, standing with my hands on my hips," Really Rach? You couldn't have told me that an hour before I murdered Mon's closet?"
Rachel rolled her eyes at me hopping up to her feet and heading out of the room.
"Murdered? You mean made my day." Monica grinned taking a deep breath as she looked over the mess I had made. She clapped her hands and rubbed them together gleefully. I couldn't help but smile at her excitement," You're such a freak, Mon." I shook my head moving out to follow Rachel.
"Here, sweetie." She laid out a neat cap sleeve black dress and a pair of black pointed heels. Perfect. I blew her a kiss, quickly changing into them. Rach then tied my hair into a neat bun and I applied some eyeliner and lipstick.
"You look great. Do you feel great?" Rachel grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. I gathered my breath and nodded eagerly trying to ignore the nervousness now crawling through my body, "Yes!"
"Are you gonna nail that job?"
"I'm gonna nail that job!"
"Atta girl!"
I was going to nail that job.
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My jaw dropped open as I stared at the man in front of me. Did he just ask me if I was sexually active? So I wasn't an expert on job interviews but I was pretty sure that wasn't how it was supposed to go. I pulled myself together anyway.
"Uh..ye- no?" It came out like more of a question. Honestly, this man obviously did not know where my eyes were situated because he was looking way under them. Although my brain willed me to get out now, I stayed. I needed this job. Even if it meant getting interviewed by a pervert.
"And do you have any tattoos or piercings on your body?" he continued.
Okay, I have no idea how that could pertain in any way to my job and I was starting to regret coming here. The nerve on that man!
"Uh..umm..no." I shifted uncomfortable in my seat willing this interview to be over.
