Being a matchmaker is hard.
At first I put together two kids who I just knew were going to click but then she told all her friends and thus, a matchmaking business was borne.
Everyday I spend my time analysing students, keeping tabs on who likes them and who they like. All in the privacy of the school newspaper office. Of course Tiffany, my best friend overhears a lot and the students know full well what is going on, but the teachers? They have no idea.
Monday lunchtimes are so busy that I am available by appointment only. So many people want to find new matches after failed dates and others are desperate for a romance to take to a party on the weekend.
Today in particular I am overworked by the amount of people who want dates to the school musical or the after party.
"Im so sorry Jordan but Mila is already taking Ryan to the musical." I say opening a document on my computer. He huffs and puffs thinking his childish attitude will get him his way. "Sorry sweetheart, here's the number of Laura Adams the girl I picked out for you, she loves burgers too," I say, scribbling out a phone number. He sighs handing me a $50 bill and leaving the office. Yep, of course I don't do all this work for free. I'm not that stupid.
Mila Williams is by far the most requested girl in matchmaking, she's smart and pretty and a cheerleader. She's super nice too and never starts any kind of drama with anyone. She's one of the only people in the school whose never asked me to match her with anyone. She probably doesn't need it.
When Jordan leaves the next client comes in. I finally finish up my last client for the lunchtime and begin to pack away the cash, handing Tiff her share of the money for the use of the Newspaper office.
"Boy I'd hate to have your job," She says,
"So would I.. Oh wait I do!" I say sarcastically, my job isn't always easy but it gives me a stack of cash that I'm saving for college so I can't complain.Suddenly there's a large banging on the door of the office and I look to Tiff, she just shrugs her shoulders.
I walk over to the door and reveal Chad Davidson, a super sweaty but equally hot football player, panting and gasping. "I really need your help." He says.
There are a dozen other people in the hallway begging for my attention but I can only focus on Chad. He's been my crush since elementary, I can't help it. His plea is business related though and I have to follow policy or I could get myself in a lot of trouble. "Sorry Chad, appointment only on Mondays," I say, trying to shut the door. He sticks his foot in holding it open. "Come on Emily, for old times sake." He says and I glare at him, dragging him in the office.
"What do you want Chad?" I barked at him.
"Same as everybody else, a date for the Musical." He said,
"It'll cost you double," I say, expecting to surprise him but instead he throws $150 on the table making my mouth drop to the floor. "I'll make it double that if you can get me the girl I want too," he says smirking.I look at Tiffany for help. She the only one who knows about my crush on Chad and I'm torn between what to do. My job as a matchmaker is jeopardised by my desire to match myself with Chad. I don't know what I should tell him.
"Who do you want as a date?" I ask,
"Mila Williams of course," He says as if it's easy. I guarantee matchmaking is anything but easy -and with Mila Williams? Try impossible. I charge an extra fee so there's not as many people calling her number. I shake my head. "Impossible." I say to him but I know that look in his eyes. He has other plans."I'll get your entire business shut down if you don't help me," he says and I know he's not joking. Other kids have tried before but I have plenty of alliances to make sure it doesn't get that far. With Chad though? My alliances would crumble under the power of his social status. I gulp.
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The Matchmaker
ChickLitMatchmaking is my life though. Every waking minute of my life is consumed by finding the perfect match for people. "Sometimes you just have to focus on finding your own match." She says and I realise I've said those words aloud. It hits me then. Al...