Mystery Mate 2

Chapter 3: I've got a friend.

Chapter 3

Living alone in an apartment sucks, at the age of 22, I should have been used to it, well, at least it isn’t as hard as being a new artist.

I looked at myself on the huge mirror, I look nothing like Nathalie. I shook my head. No. I don’t know who that is.  

I stood up straight, showing my 5’8 height. My hair have grown and now it’s close to reaching my hips. My eyes losing something, my body still the freaking same. Same old fats and scars.

I washed my face and gargled before going downstairs. My apartment have all the things necessary to keep me alive. A living room containing a flat screen tv and a huge couch with a little table in the middle, a kitchen, a huge bathroom and a bedroom all to myself.

Being alone in this apartment shouldn’t have sucked, but for me, it did, except for the fact that there is a piano and a guitar on the living room, which made my free time fun.

Like a robot, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereals and I reached for a bowl and spoon.

You would probably like it for me to skip explaining how I could create and eat a cereal. So let’s skip one minute full of it.

I pressed one key and brought another spoonful of cereal in my mouth, being careful not to spill some on the piano. After swallowing the heavenly goodness, I decided to play a song that I really liked, Say something by A great big world and Christina Aguilera.

‘Say something I’m giving up on you..’ I changed the key before singing the next line.

‘I’ll be the one if you want me too.’

‘Anywhere I would have followed you

Say something I’m giv-‘ My phone rang and stood up and grabbed it.

“Hello? Grace Steele speaking, how may I help you?” I said in monotone.

The line was silent but after a moment someone spoke up “Oh, I’m sorry, I dialed the wrong number.” And I mumbled an okay before ending the call.

“Stupid shirt.” I mumbled as I try to force my arm on the shirt. Did I grow too big?

I shouldn’t have eaten that chicken last night so this shirt could have been on me already.

“Arg!” I let my arms drop while the fabric was stuck on my neck. I removed it, careful not to ruin my hair and threw it to the basket, leaving me in my wonderbra, looking for something in my closet.

“Girl problems.” I mumbled.

I looked at a thousand of hangers already and none of them was right for what I planned on wearing. I mentally groaned and instantly a shirt fell, I rolled my eyes and grabbed the shirt only to see that it was perfect.

After I got dressed I immediately went out of the building after I arranged my belongings in my bag. I called out a cab and it stopped a few feet away from me.

“To the Man Wood building 1 please.” I said as I got in and took a peek at my bag to make sure that I have everything I need.

The drivers voice echoed in the car “Do I possibly know you miss?” he asked and I glanced at him from the rearview mirror. No was my answer and he just shrugged it off. I look like someone from around here ay?

The drive from my apartment to the building has 20 minutes max and it’s 9:38, 22 minutes till 10 am.

We stopped abruptly as I gave him cash and muttered a thank you. Was I crazy or did I hear him call my name? Nah, I’m totally crazy.

I walked into the building as the cold air hit me. Marble floors were arranged in a neat order and it’s so clean you can see your own reflection. A huge chandelier was hanging over the huge curved ceiling. People were buzzing, in their business suits or formal attire. I looked like a duck in a flock of doves.

Kelly greeted me with her warm smile. Her hair tied up in a messy bun, something I couldn’t do even with my eyes wide open. She looked young and classy in her attire especially when she’s wearing a light make up. She wasn’t the type of girl who dress to impress that got the attention of this building’s CEO, Kently Marcos, of this music company.

Yes, I’m in a music company. It’s what I’ve decided when I left 6 years ago. To pursue a dream I never thought would come true, instead of fighting battles as my future, I’d never thought I’d be a song writer.

The more alone time was given to me by the pack, the more music came into my life.

So moving on.

I returned a smile at Kelly, Kent’s fiancé. “Why are you looking at me?” she asked me.

I shrugged, “Nothing.” I smiled at my friend.

And yes, Friends, she’s my friend.