Hotter Than Hell

Nude Berries

Veronica's Pov

Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.

I had just came out of the double doors of the building when a strong wind blew some of my paperwork out of my arms.

I got on my knees carefully, as to not rip my stockings. Quickly, I caught all the runaway pages from my stack. I tightened my grip on the bundle and stood up.

A soft swishing tear that came from my legs almost broke my heart.

Third pair this week, I thought, cursing myself.

Ignoring it for the time being, I whistled for a taxi.

The yellow car stopped next to my side and I quickly jumped for it. But, this being one of the busiest streets other than Wall Street, a man of about thirty hastily jumped in and the car sped away.

This happened three more times.

I felt like crying. I started walking downtown. Hoping I'd have better luck there.

For some reason, I knew I wouldn't.

A man, wearing a black beanie and a greyish trenchcoat was walking in my direction.

I didn't know what to expect, so asif on instinct, I crossed the road.

I help my pruse to my side so tight, it could've easily have morphed into my skin.

The man glared at me.

Maybe Diego can help me on this horrible day, I thought, heading back into the direction I came, towards Martinez Pizzaria.

***

I looked at the sign on the door.

Closed for renovation?

Diego would've told me if this had happened. But in this case, he didn't.

I felt my pocket for my phone and pulled it out.

The silver cover of my Samsung was nicked with black nail polish. This must've happened this morning when Amanda sat with me. She was painting her nails while sitting next to the outlets where my phone was charging.

I unlocked my screen and went through my homescreen.

I had more than a dozen messages. One is from Diego, which arrived early this morning. It said that the Pizzaria would be closed since there had been a change of ownership.

Oh yeah, Diego's dad retired and gave him the place, I remembered thinking of last week's party they held for him.

Suddenly, the cellphone I had firmly in my grip started vibrating.

The first notes of "LOUD" by Motionless In White started playing.

I looked to the screen and saw the least helping name that could've showed up.

"Mothership"

I answered the call and started walking towards the bus station.

"Hey, Mom," I said, changing arms wih the papers.

"Hey, Ronny!"

"Uhm, how are you, Mom?"

"Oh I'm real good, how bout my bbaby? You doing good?"

"Yeah, I'm great. This city is treating me real good, Mom," I lied.

"Well, I'm happy for you honey, sounds like you really are doing good down there."

"Yeah. But why'd you call me?" I asked.

"Oh just wanted to pop in and say hello," my mom said.

I sighed.

"That's nice of you, Mom. But listen, I gotta go."

"Okay honey. Enjoy your day and stay safe."

"Thanks, Mom."

"Oh wait, is that Ronny?" I heard my dad's voice in the background.

"Yes it is, you wanna say hi to her?" my mom asked him.

There was a slight shuffle on the other line. Then, my father's booming voice came on.

"Hello Ronny!"

I cringed.

"Hey, Dad."

"How're ya?" he almost yelled.

"I'm good, Dad. Really great," I felt bad for lying for the second time.

"I'm glad my little girl is doing good. How's work been?"

I became irritated.

"Can't we just Skype later tonight? I have a thing to go to," I fibbed.

"Oh well, sure darlin'. Just know we love you," my dad said, obviously a bit hurt.

"I'm sorry Dad. I just have a really important thing to do for my boss."

"It's fine, sugar. But I'll be holding you up for that Skype."

"Of course, Dad. I love ya'll. Bye," I mentally cursed myself for letting my accent I have done so well to hide, slip out.

My dad ended the call and I slipped my phone back into my purse.

The bus station was just around the corner.

I hastened my pace and turned the corner fast.

A man, obviously oblivious of my presence kept walking and bumped into me.

His berry smoothie tipped over and emptied out on my feet. My nude heels completely stained.

I looked up at the man, about to scream at him and ask him who he think he was not looking where he was walking. But that was before I saw Mr. Black stare me down.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, putting a hand in his chocolate brown hair.

"Usually by now you'd be packing up your desk. But, since your father and mine are friends, I do hope you clean up whatever this funk is you're in."

He didn't wait for my reply. He pushed past me, causing me to fall into the wall for support.

I had had my first warning. Great.

Cindy got fired after her second warning. That means I'll have to watch out, I thought.

I sighed deeply and started walking on.

eyyy is updated. was gonna post it last night. but i fell asleep. thought i did only saw it now.

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