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“These papers are due tomorrow; I suggest you start right away.” My professor states as the bell rings and the class piles out of the room. I sigh and grab my books, heading out the building. I grab my keys out of my purse and unlock my car door. I toss my books inside and I climb into the driver’s seat and begin my way home.

It’s been a week since I started my job, a week since I began school, a week of living on my own, and a week of arguing with Harry.

-

 “Did you confirm my session at three?” Harry asks me as he walks up to my desk.

I drop my head in my hands, “Shit, I'm sorry.”

I can picture his eyes heating up with anger, “Jesus fucking Christ, can’t you do something right?” He groans and slaps his hand against the desk.

“Calm down I am doing the best that I can, okay?” My voice rises.

Harry scoffs. “Obviously not, because if you were, you would have had my shit done.”

-

 “Fuck off!” I yell at Harry, who won’t stop bugging me at my desk.

Another balled up piece of paper lands on my desk, “Harry cut it out! You complain about me not doing my job, so cut it out already!”

His smirk disappears and his face hardens, “You’re such a bitch sometimes.”

-

I haven’t spoken to my father since he left. He’s tried to call, but I refuse to answer him. My mother on the other hand— won’t stop text me to come back and live with her. I just don’t know what to do anymore sometimes. But then I look at my life right now, I have a decent job, I go to a really good school, I live in a nice apartment, and I drive a decent car. If my father hadn’t ‘abandoned’ me, life would be perfect.

I drive into the parking lot across my apartment building and grab my purse along with my school bag. Locking my car, I walk across the street and make my way to LA Boxing. I walk inside and set my bag next to my desk and set my purse on the chair. I walk through the corridor and pass the guys in the ring, the ones working out, and past the guys sitting in chairs talking about last night’s game. I arrive at my locker and pull out my uniform shirt. Peeking my head around the corner, I make sure the coast is clear to make a quick change. Peeling off my shirt, I toss on my work shirt.

I take a seat on the bench and change into more comfortable shoes. Standing up, I make my way back to my desk and pull out my school book, opening it to the correct page and setting it to the side while I get the computer ready with a word document ready, along with the work program. I grab some paperwork from the file cabinet next to me and pull out the appointment sheet. Glancing through it, I notice that Harry has an appointment at two, which is in fifteen minutes— yet, he’s not here.

“God this kid,” I groan and walk to the back and come near the ring.

“Hey!” I call out and the two men stop to turn around at me.

“I'm in the middle of a session,” Mike tells me.

“I know I'm sorry,” I apologize, “But I was wondering if you’ve seen Harry around?”

He thinks for a minute before shaking his head, “Nope. I haven’t seen him since last night.”

I sigh and nod, “Okay. Ill just call himthen,”

As I begin to walk away, Mike calls me back, “Aye, just go run up stairs.”

I turn back around and look at him confusedly.