The Assistant (Jacksepticeye) (Markiplier) (Pewdiepie)

Chapter Three

AMANDA

FRIDAY

"Call me when you get to the hotel so I know you arrived safely, understood?"

Ashley was going into full on protective mum mode, she hated me going anywhere without her but if I got the job in Brighton we'd have to separate from each other one day.

"I will call you mum I promise."

She snorts and hands me a Starbucks knowing I'd need caffeine to survive the three and a half hour train journey without falling asleep on a stranger which I had done in the past.

They announce my train and Ashley pulls me in for one last bone crushing hug, "have fun and remember to make good choices."

"I always make good choices, see you on the flip side Ash."

Picking up my backpack and shoulder holdall bag I head towards the platform and the train that would seal my job fate once I arrived in Brighton.

~BRIGHTON~

That was the longest three and a half hours I'd ever spent on public transport. On the way to Brighton, a girl who was much taller and prettier than me got on the same train and sat down next to me gushing about a job interview in Brighton. When I asked if it was for Pewdiepie her makeup caked face lit up, however, the happiness faltered when I told her I was also going to the interview. She'd immediately done the not so subtle check you out head to toe and under her breath muttered 'no competition' making me feel insecure. Although I wouldn't say it to her face she looked kind of slutty and not in a classy way, she obviously assumed looks would get her the job.

We share a taxi to the hotel and every time I attempt to make small talk she shoots me down or gives snappy one-word answers. I guess we were in competition for the same job, but there was a thing called being civil she obviously knew nothing about.

The hotel looked very small and boutique, something you saw a lot of in towns with beaches. We check in and I'm relieved to find out we'd have separate rooms, I couldn't spend time with the fake ass bitch one second longer.

All I wanted to do was go up to my room and relax, but the bitchy girl who I learnt was called Sarah insisted we go into the lounge and meet the other eight girls who'd be applying for the job. I only had nine other girls as my competition, but I was taken aback to see blonde and brunette carbon copies of each other all around the room. I looked very out of place with my black and purple hair and the looks I got said it all that I wasn't welcome in this group.

I escape to my room and try to ring Ashley but get no answer so I leave her a voicemail explaining how all the girls look the same and have better hair, makeup and style than me. Maybe I could just take a shower, find a takeaway and watch TV for the rest of the night. My interview slot was 11am so I had some time in the morning to get ready.

~MORNING~

In the email, it said to wear clothes that represented who we were as individuals, so nothing fancy and formal like ordinary interviews. So I put on my favourite leather skater skirt, purple and pink Galaxy crop top, panda face over the knee stockings, black Dr Martens and a simple black denim jacket. My hair was naturally curly at the bottom so didn't need much doing to it and I kept my makeup pretty basic, simple foundation, cat eye and some coral lipstick to give my face some colour other than pale.

The rest of the girls had obviously decided to ditch me, so I ate breakfast alone quite happy with my own company. The nice couple who ran the hotel complimented my manners and how if they weren't getting paid to put us all up this weekend they wouldn't accept loud and noisy girls. They were able to tell me where I was going for my interview and even booked me a taxi which I was grateful for, I was even given advice on where to go during my free time.

The taxi driver was very animated and put me at ease cracking bad dad jokes once I said I was going to an interview. People in Brighton were a lot nicer than some of the people back home in Manchester, all though Manchester would always be my home.

"Good luck with your interview miss, I hope you get the job. Have a nice day."

I pay the driver and flash him a smile, "thanks, but all the girls I'm interviewing with seem more put together than me."

He sighs and taps the steering wheel, "from what the hotel owners told me you seem like the most normal girl of the bunch, just smile and be polite. They probably care more about personality than trying to fake something you're not."

"Wow, no one's ever given me interview advice before so thank you. Have a nice day."

I get out of the taxi and straighten my skirt, I could go in there and be myself no problem.

However the second I step on the first stone step the front door of the building flings open and a girl runs down the steps with apparent puffy eyes and sniffling. She runs past me and I feel bad for her, then a light bulb goes off in my head. The girl was Marzia, but why was she crying?

A small part of me told me to ignore her and go inside since my interview was in ten minutes, but the human side of me told me to follow her to see if she was alright. No one wanted to be the girl running through town crying. I could make it back in time for my interview, no problem.