𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 {𝐇.𝐒}

2

"Better day than yesterday,
I just take it day by day,
Never hearing what they say,
I just do it my way."
~Broken Clocks
SZA

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I open my eyes slowly, adjusting my vision to the brightness in the room. Jesus Christ, what time is it?

I grab my IPhone 8 Plus from under my pillow and take it off of the charger, the screen illuminating with my lockscreen and it reads 11:34 AM.

I groan, getting out of my bed and going into my bathroom to take a shower. I strip of my panties and oversized T-shirt, the contents pooling at my feet.

I turn the water faucet onto the hottest it can get, so that it can soothe my soreness from yesterday at my waitressing job. It's a very busy restaurant, A-list people go there as well, and that puts all the pressure onto the employees to make sure things run smoothly. We rush back and forth from the kitchen to the dining venue, take up with rude customers, and us women are sometimes hit on by filthy rich middle-aged men. It's a workout for me, and I'll be glad if I can find another job soon.

I step in, letting the warm water run down my boobs and stomach, dripping down to the rest of my body and onto the ground. I stay like this for a while and then grab my face towel and put my soap bar in it to later it up. I wash my body and after I'm done, I step out, wrapping the towel around my body after drying myself off.

Just as I step out of the bathroom and into my room, my phone starts ringing. It's probably my cousin/bestie, but shouldn't she be a work? When I look at the caller ID, it's who I suspected it to be.

I pick it up, answering it with a, "Hey boo!" I put the phone between my ear and shoulder as I look through my dresser for a bra and panties to put on.

"Hey guh! What you doing?"

"Just got out of the shower. How about you, aren't you supposed to be at work?" I ask her, and she chuckles.

"Actually, that's what I've called to talk to you about. So, as you know, Mwah is about to be a stay at home mom, meaning that my boss doesn't have a personal assistant starting next week."

"Oh shit, you're talking about the hot British dude. Yeah, even though he's a man hoe and an arrogant asshole to people, I'm still surprised you didn't let him hit it to be honest." I say as I slide on my underwear.

"Probably because I'm engaged?! And he's a great guy if you're close enough to him. Anyways, back to him being assisstant-less, I gave him some deets 'bout you and he said he's willing to meet up with you for an interview. You up for it?"

I widen my eyes in surprise, because I know damn well I was just thinking about how much I wanted another job. God is good, ain't He?

"Sure. When though?" I ask her, putting my bra on and grabbing some black jeans out of my drawer.

"Eh, tomorrow. I'll schedule it for 1:30 pm. Hol up one second." She tells me, and I hear her ask "Yes, Harry?" Shit she's talking to her boss.

"Oh yeah, Ebony. Ebony Williams."  I hear her say my name, and I gasp at the mention of my name.

"No problem. Okay I'm back, so is 1:30 pm good though?"

*Nice for what-Drake starts playing*

"Yeah sure. Thanks guh." I smile at the phone, as I shimmy into my jeans.

"No worries, guh. I've gotta type some stuff up, so I'll see you later biatch."

I chuckle at her, and say bye.

After I throw my phone on my bed, I go through my T-shirt drawer and pull out an oversized white t-shirt and pull it over my head, surely taking off my nightcap.

I then struggle with putting on my navy blue high-top Vans (These mfs literally take 10 minutes for me to put on smh). Then I put on one of my navy blue trench coats.

I turn out all of the lights and walk out of my small, but cozy apartment. I mean, its not the fanciest, and it might have a few water shortages here and there, but it's all I can afford at the moment. I'm at my second year of college at NYU and so I got outta those dorms after my ex-roommate brought home this drunk guy and he nearly took my virginity. If it weren't for my ex-boyfriend , who did a surprise visit after cheating on me, then it would've turned out differently.

I walk down the hall and into the elevator, pressing the first floor and waited for the car to get down to the first floor. I've never really liked elevators, they enclose you in a tight space with people that you usually have no idea what they do, what they're thinking, if they hate me, or if they want to pull my hair and fuck me from behind.

You never know.

After about three stops on the way down from other people getting on, we finally reach the first floor and all flood out of the tight compartment before going our separate ways outside.

I walk down to my university, since it's relatively close to my apartment and there's no reason in getting a taxi.

I get there after fifteen minutes of quick-paced walking and the occasional bumping into strangers, and walk into the building and up the stone stairs to my first lecture, which is English Lit. And now that I think about it, I forgot to get coffee on the way here.

Shit.

This was going to be a very long lecture without some good 'ole joe.

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"What are you wearing to the interview?"

Claire is sitting down with me on my bed as we watch that cheesy ass movie called Kissing Booth. I freaking hate it. Like, it's way too predictable and just sappy. But Claire, on the other hand, she loves it.

"Eh, I dunno. I've never had a job at the office so I really wouldn't know how to dress the part. And plus, I'm from Mississippi, you really think I wear I wear formal stuff that much. I'm a style freak, but my style is hipster, not sleek and professional." I shrug, and she sighs as she gets up from my bed.

"You don't have to wear a pencil skirt to the interview, because I sure didn't. You could just wear some skinny jeans and a cute shirt, make it look decent. But if you get the job, you'll need to go shopping for some skirts and dresses like what I wear to work." She tells me and I groan as I flop onto my back in the bed, letting my head hit the pillow. She raises her eyebrows as if telling me to lose the attitude or whatever, and I roll my eyes. "Okay, okay. I'll go shopping if I get the job."

"That's my guh." She tells me as she rubs her belly.

A/N

Sooooooo this is my first time writing on a computer, and it's actually pretty nice.

Anyways, hope you liked it. Please vote lovely people.

Love,

B🌻💛