Too Good To Be True

Chapter 2

Let me tell you all one thing: if running in 6 inch heels was an Olympic sport, I might as well stop everything I'm doing and start training for Rio de Janeiro in 2016, because I'd obviously win. When you're only 5"3, wearing heels becomes a necessity when you're working as an intern in a high functioning office. I mean, I'm already at the bottom of the food chain, I don't have to look like it! So I choose pumps. The shit thing about that decision is that everyday I feel like my feet will fall off any minute, and I need to buy a new pack of those blister band aids which create new skin or something like that.

Anyways, walking heels is already a pain. But running from the tube (subway), up 8 flights of stairs, and at the same time trying not to trip over and die? That's agonizing torture. As the clock in the hallway is about to strike 2 o'clock, I sprint to the end of the hall and practically jump through the door into the large lecture room, where already 100 students are sitting and looking at me with weird/understanding expressions. I make my way up the stairs to one of the middle rows, and sit down next to my friend Jessica.

"Professor Will-Bore-You-Out-Of-Your-Sanity is late, as always. I don't understand why you even bother running to class. Spare your feet!" said Jessica as I sat down and pulled out my MacBook Air, notebook and pencil case.

"Well I don't like being late no matter what. Who knows maybe one day he'll march into class 10 minutes early? And I would much rather run and be on time, than be late and have to stay after class to discuss my academic priorities and whether he should submit a complaint to the head of school about how my internship is complicating with my education, resulting me in begging and even showing some cleavage to the pervert in order for him to soften up and let it slide!!" I answer, emphasizing the last sentence.

"That's quite a scenario you've got played out. What is the chance of it actually happening?" says Jessice with a smirk.

"OH you have no idea. I've already had to do it with Mr. Jameson from my US Foreigh Policy class. It was good I wore my button up blouse that day or he wouldn't have budged!"

"Using your C cup boobs to get out of trouble. Jeez Scarlett what would your mother say?" says Jessice with a fake gasp, planting her hand over her chest.

"Hey! It's not my fault God gave me big boobs! They're already a huge pain in the ass, might as well use them for something!" I answer, just as Mr. Muraugh (a.k.a Professor Will-Bore-You-Out-Of-Your-Sanity) walks into the room.

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"So what are you doing tonight?" asks Jessica as we pack up our things after class.

"Umm I'm not sure... I think Isabelle and I are going to Club 59, you wanna come?" I ask with a smile.

"Sure! I'll call Jamie and Liz too!" answers Jessica as we walk out of the room.

"Sounds great! We're probably ordering Chinese before hand, you guys should come over and then we can get ready together!" I say, already planning tonights' outfit in my head.

"Awesome! We'll be there at 7:30?"

"Perfect, gives me just enough time to finish some stuff off for work" I answer. We exchange see yas' and hugs and then go our seperate ways. Since my flat is only a 5 minute walk from campus, I walk home, stopping at Starbucks to get two pumpkin spice lattes for Isabelle and myself. As I walk up to my door ruffling through my bag for keys, I see a black Lamborghini come to a halt right infront of our house.

As I stop looking for my keys and look at the car, praying that the owner is a hot, young male who just moved into the building, out of the front passenger seat, steps out my best friends Isabelle. She sees me and smiles sheepishly, awkwardly waving. Then, turns around and bends down to say something to the driver. I follow her movement in order to see who is the mysterious driver. As I see who's behind the wheel, my left heel wobbles due to my suprise and I fall down, landing straight on my ass. At the same time, the Lamborghini starts driving away, and Isabelle is walking towards me. She looks at me, trying not to laugh, and all I can say is:

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WALKING OUT OF ADAM BEXTER'S CAR?"

Sorry this update took awhile. I've been pretty busy packing up my house :) What do you guys think of the story so far? DONT FORGET TO COMMENT, FOLLOW AND VOTE! I would love to get feedback so I could impove my writing and the story as I go on! THANK YOU! <3