Ãn Unconventionαl Unιση ❣ (A Princεton Arranged Marriage)

(3) :: Work!

KayLani POV ~

When I woke up I didn't feel Jacobs arms around me. I sat up, yawned and stretched, then looked around. My eyes settled on a note that was lying on his side of the bed;

"Morning Beautiful, sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. I had to get up early for 'work'. I'll be home later. - Jakey ;1"

I laughed. 'Already treating me like your wife huh?'

I looked at the clock and then it hit me, I have work too e_e. The clock read 9:27 so there wasn't anyway I could shower and straighten my hair in less then 30 mintues. Climbing out of bed I rush to our closet and pull out something decent looking for work. [to side]. I threw it on then grabbed my bag and hurried down the stairs.

"Breakfast is on the table," James told me as I past him. I stopped and looked at my watch. 9:45. I quickly ran into the dining room and grabbed a random untouched plate along with silverwear and headed for the door.

"Thanks!" I called out closing the door. After unlocking my car door I hopped in and started it up. I backed out and drove down the road.

*

I parked and shoved the last spoonful of grits into my mouth. When I got out my car I hesitated on where to put the glass plate. Then shrugging, I threw the glass into the trashcan outside of the building. 'Hell they got money, they can buy another one.' I wiped my mouth and threw the napkin into the trash as well before walking inside. Glancing at my watch again I noticed it read 10:05. 'Fuck I'm black! Always late for shit.' I made my way towards the studio and walked in, sitting my bag down. There was a bunch of 14 year old girls sitting butterfly style and stretching forward.

"Sorry class for my late arrival. I slept late. But don't mind my crappy excuse." I tell them. "Alright let's go, Tiffany, Jesabell, Isabell, Kat, Chelly, Imani, Ja'nae, Camden, and Anniciya on one side. Everyone else on the other."

The girls split up on each side and I began teaching them the basics of runway. I love my job. These girls are too fucking funny bro.

Jacob POV -

"So..?" Chresanto said as I sat my bag down and approached them.

"So what?" I ask.

"Lucky 143? How'd it go?" Rayshon asked, referring to KayLani.

"Yea, was she as ghetto as girl 47? Or as shy as girl 91?" Craig chimed in.

I honestly don't know how we remember all these girls. I remember each face by their number but the names just fly out the door along with them. Girl 47 was the female version of method man, I swear! She clamied she was a thug/rapper and she wore her pants lower then I wore mine! I've never seen a chick like that before her, except in movies which doesn't count. And her grammer! Please, I could go on for days if you let me. And then there's girl number 91. The shyest of all of them. I don't even think her and I have ever had a full on conversation. She barely spoke and when she did it was so low to where no one could hear her. My mom choses the up most strangest girls ever.

"I'd say she was inbetween the two. But a little more closer to girl 47. But she's not at all ghetto like her. She was actually normal! She was gorgeous like girl 18, out of this world personality like girl 56, body like 102, and I could go on and on. But the only thing is. She was more gorgeous, had a better personality, and a way better body then those 3. She's perfect!" I tell them.

"So kinda like girl 34 but without the lack of a brain." Ray says in the nicest way possible.

"Or that Domo chick but without that big ole gap." Chres adds. We all just look at him. He was certainly one to be talking. insert sarcasm here. "What? That chicks gap was about 5 centimeters wider than mine. Don't be tryna play me out like that." He says. We all laugh.