"Are you ok?"
"Yea, I'm fine. This isn't the first time I've been dumped. I just wish there was one guy...just one...that understood how I feel or at least didn't act so fake, but that's never gonna happen."
She stared at you with confusion and resentment not saying a word.
"What?",you sass.
"You just...it's just that you said that basically, all men are horrible and untrustworthy,"she stumbled.
"Right...your point is?"
"(Y/N), listen to what you're saying...if you keep telling yourself there aren't any good men around, then where are you gonna get in life?"
"Amberlyn, you are my sister and I'm so thankful to have you as a roommate, but you're fifteen so when it comes to my love life and what's "best for me", I need you to stay out of my way." You leave the house and slam the door behind you without giving Amber the chance to argue back.
Working as a barista at one of the hottest clubs in New York, it's never easy to find parking. You usually end up walking two...three...sometimes four blocks from your car. Today, it was two blocks. Granted several times in the past, you knew you were going to be late yet again and that your boss, club owner, professional photographer, and CEO of Hybrid Studios, Ricardo Montoya, was not going to let you live this down.
You reach for your phone and see a text from one of your co-workers, Evan Clayton.
Evan: When are you gonna get here? We have a full house and it's only 9am. Hurry up!
You text him back only looking up from your phone when crossing the street. Then again, you didn't know why you felt like you had to. These were the streets of New York...no one obeyed the rules of the road. Even if people did, there was no way in the world, with bumper-to-bumper traffic, of anyone going at a fast enough speed to hit anyone.
(Y/N): I'm crossing the street right now. At the corner of Winchester and Parkway. Besides, no one should be ordering margaritas at 9am. Be there in five minutes.
Right before you could press send, someone runs into you and spills a piping hot cup of coffee down the front of your white blouse.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry."
Before you became overwhelmed with rage, you take a deep breath in, calming yourself. "It's okay. Just watch where you're going next time."
"I'm so sorry. I feel so bad. Let me make it up to you...how about I-"
"It's fine, really. Have a nice day." You briskly walk around the man thinking back to the conversation you had with Amberlyn this morning. Luckily, you brought an extra shirt expecting something like this would happen but you weren't expecting it to happen before you even got to work.
"(Y/N), you're late."
"I think I know that, Evan,"you respond.
"What happened to you anyway?", he asked trying to hold in his laugh.
"This bitch ass cunt ran into me and spilled coffee all over me."
"Whoa. Calm the fuck down. It's just coffee." At this point, Evan was laughing so hard because he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"This isn't funny, Evan. Coffee is in my shirt, bra, and hair. I hate this!", you answer, sounding bratty.
"Don't you have an extra shirt?"
"Yea,"you whine.
"That's why I'm laughing so hard. You better go change before Ricky gets pissed,"he assured her.
A/N: Surprise! My short story is a timed reader! Well it's not really a surprise because it's in the title but it's okay.🔥I'm feeling pretty good about this. More soon🌹
