The Vamp and the Geek

Chapter 4 - A Mess

“What the hell do you think you were doing?!” My boss, Mr Jones, bellowed as he stood behind his desk and his face turning a deep shade of purple.

  

After James had gently lifted me up off the ground, my boss had literally dragged me out of the room looking as if he was about to explode. It was funny and terrifying all at the same time.

  

I shrugged nervously as I tried to explain, “I really like the Vamps and I just wanted to—”

  

He cut me off abruptly, which I found to be quite rude if I’m perfectly honest.

  

“I don’t give a damn!” He cried, “You should not have been in there in the first place!”

  

I didn’t really know what to say to him in reply. He was right; I should not have been in there. But somehow, I was glad that I took the chance, especially because James had been the one to rush from his seat to help me. He was so sweet.

  

“Have you got anything to say for yourself?!”

  

I wanted nothing more than to argue back, but there wasn’t much I could say in my favour. I had gone against what I was supposed to be doing. I had abandoned my job and had ended up ruining the Vamps interview. I really did make a mess of things and felt truly awful about it.

  

“Right then… well, you’re fired” Mr Jones said dismissively.

  

My heart practically stopped and I glowered directly into his beady, little eyes and frowned. He couldn’t do this. I had only made one, tiny mistake and now he was firing me just like that? This was my dream job, I simply wouldn’t let it go so easily.

  

“N-no please! You can’t” I pleaded, giving him a sorrowful gaze. I wanted him to feel guilty and uncomfortable in attempt of revenge. It was a long shot though because Mr Jones was almost incapable of human emotions. Anger and bitterness was his only ones.

“Nope, I’ve had enough of stupid interns thinking they can what they want!” He snapped, sitting down on his large, important-looking leather chair. He huffed audibly.

I could feel my eyes swelling with tears as my hopes and dreams for the future were crumbing in front of me. But I would never allow him the satisfaction of seeing my cry. He was horrible, balding fat snob who thrived on the fact that people practically bowed down to him as though he was God or something. So I would not cry.

  

However my voice caught in my throat, so I couldn’t say anything else in my defence either. I merely nodded.

  

“You can leave now.”

  

Slowly and with a heavy heart, I slipped out of Mr Jones’ office and made my way out into the lobby area. I couldn’t believe I had ruined everything. I had longed for this job since I was fourteen years old and it was all over.

I shuffled over to where my pathetic excuse of a desk was and began gathering my small amount of belongings. I sighed loudly, not caring if everyone swivelled round to look at me. What would it matter if they did? I didn’t seem to care anymore.

  

***

It didn’t take long for me to collect up my possessions, before I started heading outside of the BBC studios, struggling to carry the box in my arms. Once again, my pathetic weakness was showing because there was hardly anything even in the box.

“Need some help?”

  

I spun around instantly and was shocked to be met with the sight of James Mcvey, yet again. I did understand how he was managed to turn up when I needed some help. He was like my secret super hero or something.

“That would be great, thanks” I replied timidly.

He lifted the large box from out of arms and walked alongside me as I headed to my car.

  

“So what is all of this stuff?” James queried, nosing around at the array of objects inside,

“Just some of my belongings…” I exclaimed, a touch of sadness in my voice, “I’ve been fired.”

  

He halted immediately and raised his eyebrows in surprise,

  

“Ah man… that sucks, was it our fault?”

  

“No, no… I should never have been in that room… it was kind of against the rules...”

  

“Bit of a rebel then, are we?” He began to grin wildly and couldn’t help but smile back. The fact that I was far from a rebel was not the point. I liked being seen as wild and reckless by James. Maybe it would make me seem somewhat more interesting.

  

As we continued to walk, James then burst into laughter and I wondered what he was so happy about. Me getting fired didn’t seem like something to laugh about.

  

“What?” I questioned, bemused by his behaviour.

“Well. It was kind of funny to see you fall over” He sniggered, shifting the box uncomfortably in his arms.

“It was not funny!” I giggled, shaking my head. It was still very weird to me that I was having a normal conversation with James as though he had been best friends for years. We just seemed to click in a way I had never experienced with anyone before.

  

We soon reached my rusty, old car that was basically falling apart and I hurriedly opened the boot, because James was seemingly struggling with the box now.

  

“Err… just dump it in there” I motioned, still kind of giggling. He placed my box of stuff down carefully, before giving me an amused look.

“Oh my god…” He gasped, “I never actually asked what your name was…”

  

“It’s Mia” I smiled back at him,

“That’s pretty… I’m James…”

  

“I kind of know that” I tittered, causing him to blush.

  

It had been an extremely peculiar day. I had accidently bumped into James, ruined their interview and consequently gotten fired. But what James said next made me forget about all of that in a split second,

“Um… Wanna grab something to eat?” He asked shyly,

My heart skipped a beat and I tried my best to look calm and natural, not totally excited.

  

“Yeah, alright then.”

  

Today was the best day of my life.