Seek And Destroy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 4 : A Figment Of My Past

I had actually taken up the job offer.

What was wrong with me? I immediately dialed Allison on my phone and she picked up; first scolding me for waking her up this early.

I tell her everything that had happened and I knew I had gotten her full attention. I know she won't sleep peacefully after this piece of gossip.

I can almost imagine her, rushing to the bathroom to comb her hair and change to head to my place with the phone on speaker.

'Are you serious?', she asked.

'Definitely. Somebody better pinch me. I'm not aware whether I'm properly awake or still dreaming', I reply, trying to pick something from my closet to wear.

I was to come over this afternoon to the Palace. Beugard had given me a card that I was supposed to show to the palace security to allow me access to get inside.

I, for one didn't want to take up the job. But the thought of the doubled pay caught my temptations. I was at the stage in which I hungered for money.

I finally chose a black and white striped sweater and a pair of jeans with my stilettos. If they knew my background, they should know that I can't afford to buy a professional dress or blouse and pencil-skirt to work with them.

'I'm coming over okay? I'll be at your place in let's say ... ten minutes?', Alice said, through the speaker.

'Yeah, okay'

She cut the line as I sat on my bed; feeling nothing in particular.

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I was sitting on my armchair when my doorbell rang. I rushed in a fit of excitement; thinking it was Allison.

But it was not.

Instead a boy with a serious case of curly blonde hair and freckles; carrying a bouquet of sunflowers greeted me.

'Hey', Billy said sheepishly.

'Billy', I say. I had totally forgotten him with what had happened in the morning,'Weren't I treating you for dinner? I wasn't aware of breakfast'

'Oh well yeah', he scratched the back of neck -his nervous habit- with his free hand and handed me the flowers,'Well I missed you and well I bought you these. They won't last in my hands till dinner time'

I let out a small laugh, thanking him for the flowers. I bit my lip ( this had become a habit hadn't it? ) thinking what to do.

'Well you can come in. But I don't have any breakfast to give you. I was gonna go out with a friend', I say,' she was going to prepare me for a ... potential job meeting I'm having in the afternoon'

I open the door a little wider and gesture for him to come inside. I'm aware of the state of my house was. It was a complete mess. I don't get much visitors to have a cause to clean up.

But I hope it looked presentable.

'Well if you're busy I could just meet you for the date you promised me....', he said.

The date.

Oh yeah, I had named our dinner the date. I have a date I really didn't want with the guy who likes me. I had risen his hopes up again. At the time, it seemed liked a good idea but now; not soo much.