And He Still Didn't Fire Me

Whale then

Monday

Groaning, I got out of my warm bed and stood in front of the mirror. Lines of dried drool were around my lips, making me cringe. I removed the hair band and brushed my hair light with my fingers, and suddenly I was Kesha. How do girls manage to look pretty all the time? Like, they wake up with their shiny hair falling on their backs, and fresh smiles on their faces.

Let's not talk about it. I get depressed easily.

Last night at the Banks', we had barbecue and came back near midnight. I know, it was our first meeting but everyone mixed well. Or should I say, everyone ditched me with their partners. Heck, even Lucas ditched me for his phone, something very non-Lucas.

Maybe because you pissed him too much?

As if the handsome flirt cares.

Handsome? What if you actually hurt him?

Hurt. When did I start to think like that? Besides, it's Lucas Banks we're talking about; aka the famous flirt.

Taking a warm shower lazily, I dressed up in my black skinny jeans and an ink blue T shirt. It was cold outside so I shrugged on the black blazer my mother wanted me to wear some day. Brushing my hair, I let them stay in their natural curls tied in a pony. Yawning, I stepped into my black vans and picked up my wallet, car keys and phone and made my way downstairs.

"Hey, she's actually alive." That was my mother.

"Anyone can mistake your daughter for a zombie, Cathy." That's Aunt Petunia.

"I don't like you, Petunia." I hissed at her, grabbing some waffles from the kitchen counter.

"Why?" She pouted innocently. That cheeky, clever woman.

"Let me think. Oh yeah you forced me to go there with you and then smoothly ditched me." I said with a lazy smile, which was soon changed into a yawn.

Attractive enough.

"These hoes ain't loyal." My father joined me, and I patted him for his statement. He just called Jenna a hoe, but no one in our family cares though because she isn't one anyway. My father has an epic way to deal with people, and I love him for that. Hence the reason why I'm closer to him than my Barbie mother.

"Hey!" My mother and Jenna shouted at the same time, earning my father's cheeky grin in return. I bit my waffle and devoured it, as everyone around me ate silently.

"What made you dress... not like a rainbow?" My mother asked, excitement shining in her hazel eyes.

"Eff the rainbow Cath, what's with your eyes?" Jenna asked, confused.

"What is it?" I asked, getting up from the kitchen counter and moving towards the mirror. My eyes had bags beneath them. Oh, welcome back.

"I was busy playing last night." I murmured, and grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down.

"I'm leaving, or I'll be late." I said as I clasped my hands, and picked up my phone again as I heard my mother saying, "You're already 3 hours late, Candy. It's 12."

What?
"Bye!" I called back and hurriedly dived into the car and reversed it out of the driveway, thinking of ways how I could save myself from the sweet wrath of Lucas.

As if he ever harmed you.

Sassy conscience

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Parking the car, I thought for a moment if I should get him his coffee or would he have taken it already? Shrugging, I grabbed a cup from Sam who was shaking her head at me disappointingly while giving me an amused smile. "You're late."

"Thanks Captain Obvious." I said and jogged to the building after paying. I chuckled under my breath as I thought of the day I gave him peppered coffee, or the day I embarrassed him in a meeting, or the day I gave him laxatives, or the day I splashed soda on him while thinking about him as an Armani model.

Armani model. I guess I always went overboard with my pranks, my intention being to get fired as soon as possible. But they were all in vain. Why did he hire me anyway when he didn't even make me do work except that day when I had to stamp a trillion papers? Nor did he harm me in any way. Maybe he does care, or when he started to get intimate with me was an intention to harm me? I believe the latter.

I took the elevator and tapped my feet impatiently to get to the floor. The doors opened and I quickly made my way to his office, successfully avoiding the stares I was receiving. Reaching his office door, I knocked lightly and waited, feeling nervous.

Me? Nervous? Pfft.

The door opened and the handsome tall man greeted me with an annoyed expression. His hair was gelled back, a change I noticed since I had been seeing him too much in casual. He was wearing a black shirt with black slacks, no jacket this time. Realizing that it's me standing there, he grunted.

Did he just grunt and not throw a pickup line at me?

"Come in." He sighed and shut the door behind me. My hands started feeling clammy at the silence in the room. I turned around to see him taking in my attire.

"So the hobo finally decided to dress like normal people?" He mocked me, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning against the door.

Don't do that Lucas, you're already too attractive.

Did I actually say that?

"I... yeah... wardrobe malfunction?" I muttered as I moved towards him to hand him his coffee. He hesitated for a second then grabbed it, and walked to his chair and placed it on his desk. That's when I noticed the same cup emptied and lying in the dust bin. I looked back at him and said, "I thought you would've brought it for yourself, but I decided to bring one in case."

"I'm fine with that. Why are you late anyway?" He asked as he sipped it, a faint smile playing on his lips as he sipped it.

"I... overslept." I replied, taking my phone out and sitting on the couch I've grown fond of.
"Okay." He said.

"Okay." I sighed, taking my phone out.

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I had been doodling on my phone for the past hour, trying to keep myself busy. Shockingly, Lucas hadn't even spared me a glance since I came making me feel uncomfortable. I'm sure there is something going on inside that pretty head of his. Do I say something to strike a conversation or sit here until off? Boredom sure is driving me crazy.

"So..." I trailed.

"You need anything, Ms. Lockwood?" His head snapped up as he said. Ms. Lockwood? He called me Ms. Lockwood? No hobo, no darling, no sweetheart? Heck, not even a dumbo or what. He doesn't even pretend in front of my parents that he's a stern boss or keep those names to himself, but Ms. Lockwood, now?

"I'm bored, Mr. Banks." I spat, mocking his tone. He shrugged non chalantly as he said, "Help yourself then."

I sat there staring at him. "Who are you and what have you done to... my boss?" I said awkwardly stopping at the word 'boss'.

"I'm busy and don't have any time for meaningless conversations." He replied, monotonously.

"Whale then." I muttered, leaning back.

"File these papers would you, Ms. Lockwood?" He asked in his business-dude tone. I rolled my eyes and got up to help him.

Looks like the jerk is having fun seeing me like this. And I guess I'll let him have it, I don't care whatever way he treats me anyway.



Author's note:
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