I Hate You

05. "scaredy cat"

Brandon (from work)
what's up?

Jess(ica)
why are you texting me?

Brandon (from work)
wanted to find out if you're busy tomorrow after work?

Jess(ica)
why??

Brandon (from work)
so we can go out

Jess(ica)
oh my god, you are ridiculous. i have work to do

Brandon (from work)
i won't take no for an answer

Jess(ica)
i'll go out with you tomorrow but only for a little, and don't get any weird ideas

also, please only use this number for work related questions ONLY

Brandon (from work)
whatever u say Jessica ;)

Jess(ica)
stop. calling. me. that.

Work the next day was incredibly difficult. It's hard to get stuff done when you've got a full grown man poking you in the arm every 5 seconds to piss you off.

"Would you stop that?" I yell at the tall and muscular built man sitting next to my chair giggling. "Are you five years old? Seriously? Could you please act professional just this once?" I ask making it very clear that I'm aggravated. This man could not be any more irritating.

"Okay sure thing Jessica, I'll get back to work," he pushes off of my desk and rolls his chair back over to his. "This is the last time I'll ask you this; stop calling me that." I say turning around from my desk to face him.

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what? I'm just trying to do my work." He smirks. I ignored his obvious attempt to annoy me and got back to work.

//

It was finally 6:00pm and I was on my way to meet Brandon at this club I never knew existed. Of course, he would make me sit through 45 minutes of LA traffic just to go out for a couple of drinks.

He sees my taxi drive up and stop next to the curb. I get out and thank the driver. "You're late," he says as I walk up to him. "Yeah? Why don't you try driving through LA during happy hour?".

"You know a motorcycle can just rush by traffic in a matter of 10 minutes."

"No way in hell would I ever on that bike of yours." I scoff. "Yeah, yeah."