Diamonds and Why Men Buy Them [Mike Fuentes]

11. Job Hunt

After a week of living with Mike, I learned that if I am to get any sleep I have to go to bed after 4am. I also learned that he has a lot of friends, a decent amount of those friends being sketchy individuals. He has different people over every night, and all they do is drink and smoke and break shit. I'm honestly surprised he has any furniture left.

On a Wednesday I get back from job hunting in the evening, something Mike said he would help me with but has yet to. Surprisingly, he is awake, watching television on the couch in a clean living room. I make a noise of amazement as I enter the apartment and he turns to look at me and smirks.

I drop the bookbag I still use to carry my things on the floor next to the door. "No party tonight?"

He shakes his head and pats the seat next to him on the couch. "Come here."

I sit down next to him. "Are you sick? No party and the living room is clean?" I smirk.

"It was my turn to clean. I understand the whole 'not wanting to live in a trash hole' thing and it was my mess. How was your job hunt?"

I sigh. "Unsuccessful. They're not even hiring at burger joints, and I don't have any talents. I'm a tattooed, uneducated loser."

"You don't have to be educated to be a winner. I mean, I didnt go to college and I'm a star, but we all can't be as successful as me." He laughs and I backhand him on the shoulder.

"Get off your high horse there, graduating high school doesn't exactly qualify you as 'educated'. I'm semi-educated. I have most of a degree, it's the rest that's missing that makes me unqualified in the real world."

"I told you I would help you look for a job."

I scoff. "Well I'm sorry I'm not waiting on your help to restart my life. I've only been looking all week."

"I'll make a few calls. First you gotta tell me things you like, not things your good at. I don't want you to be a bitch everyday when you come home from work."

"I like clothes, and music, and tattoos."

"Tattoos? Really? I would have never guessed!" He says while poking the ship tattoo on my arm. I reach over and punch him in the stomach. He grabs my arm and locks it under his. "Why are you always hitting? So hostile!" I use my other arm closest to him to punch him in the back of the head and I laugh. He reaches behind and grabs that arm too.

"I feel like a pretzel, let go!"

He shakes his head. "Not until you agree to not hit me, missy!"

I squirm but his grip gets tighter. I roll my eyes. "Fine, let go!"

He smiles and lets go. "I always get what I want with a little compromise."

I cross my arms. "That was not a compromise, That was inprisionment."

He shrugs and gets up. "Whatever. I'm going out."

I wave. "Have fun doing whatever." I smile.

"You're not going to ask where I'm going?" He questions.

"I'm not your mother and I'm not your wife so it's not any of my business or concern. Just don't wake me up when you get back and we'll be solid."

"This is going to work out well." He gives me a big grin before walking through the door.

_______

Sorry it's been a while. I'm probably gonna get a few more chapters up tonight.