Gods & Monsters [mj]

VII

Jocelyn woke up feeling like shit.

Even being as beautiful as she was, it was the first time she had looked at herself in the mirror with a scowl. Her dark skin lacked the glow it usually carried and her eyes were a particular shade of dull.

It was a Friday, meaning she still had to go to work and in all honesty she wasn't feeling up to it, she didn't want to see Tracey or Cindy or work for nine hours in that cramped up store which people barely entered.

She ate her breakfast cramped up on her couch, legs folded beneath her, watching the news. The regular blonde reporter with scarlet red lips shuffled a bunch of papers and smiled towards the camera. At least someone was happy.

''Next; Is Michael Jackson's relationship falling apart? Insiders claim the star's girlfriend Tatiana Thumbtzen was seen at another guy's apartment earlier this week. The couple's relationship was put under scrutiny when Michael Jackson was caught partying with a mysterious girl at London's most exclusive club. Still more to come..''

And then the news switched to sports and Jocelyn tuned out. Tatiana seen with someone else? How Interesting...She popped some gum into her mouth and set off to work, the wind nipping at her face.

Her thoughts were thoroughly occupied with what she had saw on the news. Of course the media did love to speculate and sensationalize but perhaps there was an ounce of truth to it. Maybe their relationship really was falling apart. The concept made her heart thunder beneath her chest. Why did she care anyways? She was mad at him. Fuck Michael.

She arrived at the record store on time, and breezed into the shop bumping into a girl. The girl was tall and dark with braids, dressed neatly in work clothes and smirked down at Jocelyn who felt like an ant compared to her. Jocelyn didn't like the smirk directed at her and gave the girl a look.

''Hey weren't you that girl with MJ?'' the girl drawls.

Jocelyn shrugs in response, detesting the memory.

''I guess it's true what they say, huh. Sluts really do come in smaller sizes.'' Her words were followed with a careless shrug which infuriated Jocelyn. Everyone was annoying her at this moment in time, it was like the world was out to get her.

''I'm sorry.'' Jocelyn said, not sorry at all. ''Are you calling me a slut?''

''Why do you seem so surprised?'' The tall girl leaned down towards her, dark eyes trying to seem intimidating. Jocelyn tried to stare back but was distracted by Tracey hovering in the background.

''I see you've met Felicia.'' She said quietly.

''Who is she? I ain't working with her.'' Jocelyn gave Felicia a look before pushing past her, heading towards the pegs to hang up her coat. Of course the bitch's name was Felicia. She reminded her of petty school girls who thought they were all that.

''Good thing you don't need to, then.'' Felicia sniggered.

Jocelyn turned around annoyed. ''What do you mean?''

Felicia giggled. ''Oh.'' another ugly smirk. ''Nobody told you?''

She shook her head slowly, confused all of a sudden. ''Nobody told me what?'' She casted a look towards Tracey.

''Tracey, why don't you inform your little friend on what changes have been made around here.''

Changes? Jocelyn raised an eyebrow and folded her arms. She didn't like change. It disrupted order and normalcy. Change was bad. Tracey sighed. Her usually bubbly self was nowhere to be found and it put Jocelyn on edge. The hell was going on?