The Reject

Two.

"Here's your coffee." I mumbled to the last customer of the day, finally relieved to be getting out of this stupid coffee shop. I was stupid to get a job at this place anyways, so I couldn't blame the other staff members or my manager for working at this hell, it was me, all my fucking fault. 

"Shift is over?" Ryan asked as he saw me gripping onto my purse, and hanging my Starbucks apron. Hearing his voice spread a gentle smile on my face.

"Yeah." I sighed with relief as he chuckled and turned back to continue taking orders. He was just so calm, and so perfect, he was captain of the football team, he was going to attend Harvard University, and he had the beautiful but bitchy girlfriend Natasha. While me? The only dream  I had was to be a rockstar of some sort, but again when will that ever happen right? People like him and Natasha were the ones who were born lucky, with their stupid giant homes, and rich parents. While the people like me we're the ones with the rundown small condos and barely no money. Was I even going to university? I doubt it, since I want to focus on my music career. 

Pacing my feet to my home, I once again heard the same guy with the camera asking another lovely lady to be in his artwork. Twice in a row, rejected. At least I'll be at school tomorrow meaning I probably won't need to worry about seeing him, since I'd walk back home later in the evening. Even worse for me, now I had to continue listening to Ryder's annoying heavy metal blasting through the walls. Why couldn't he just be quiet and shut up for once. I don't even know how I'll get to where I want in the future, but something tells me that there'll be luck in my road. 

"Excuse me." A man in about his 30's called from his mustang. "You know how to jam on the guitar?" he asked suspiciously, why the hell would this stranger want to know that. I sighed, and looked over once more. "Uh, y-yeah." I stuttered, "How do you know?" I questioned.

He chuckled, not in a creepy "stalkerish I want to rape you way" though, he then looked back, and then looked forward to me again. "The name's Brian Wilson by the way. I can pin point any rock lover walking past this car on the street anytime and any where. The way they walk, and dress is the key, I was once a young boy willing to go an adventure, but I was stupid thinking this whole rebellious thing would take me far. Now I work for a record label, where we create bands. You heard of Paramore, Fun., or 3OH!3 and all that? We can get you there hun. What do you say?" he asked willingly. Of course I've heard of these bands, and to be honest they're not my type of thing. But I didn't want to be rude so what the hell was I going to say. I turned around as a sign of rejection, but stopped realizing the once in a lifetime life-changing offer being made. 

"No! Don't drive away!" I screeched just as the window would roll up again on his car. "I'll think about it, you have a business card anything like that to contact you?" I asked. He threw me some sort of booklet, smirked then drove away probably finding more people to sign. I don't want to get excited now so I'll save this brochure for later, all that was in my mind was sleep. Scanning my watch I checked the time, it was already 5:30. Screw dinner, I'll just skip my Kraft and just lazily nap. 

"We found love in a hopeless place." I quietly sang, "We found love in a hopeless place." I continued, then finally thought to myself that it must be a habit to hum or sing myself a tune while unlocking my apartment door. I shuffled into my room, glancing at how it was more organized than the usual. The pride I get when I see that my condo room is for once clean. I chuckled, twisting the strands of my blonde hair, while get ready to take a shower before napping. Stripping down and hopping into the shower room, I get relaxed by the steam and hot water racing through my back calming me down, and making my eyelids heavier than usual. Once I finish, I dress into a comfy giant Green Day shirt, and hastily jump onto the bed closing my eyes for a rest. 

"AWW FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!" I hear from Ryder's room, once again groaning from another night of annoying neighbour made sounds. What else could this boy probably do there, wait he's 20 so he's practically not a boy, but I'll just call him that since he seems to act like one. "SHUT UP!" I scream into my pillow trying to cover my ears while he blasts his Metallica Tunes on his stereo. 

I groaned once more, firmly stood up, and quickly walked up to his door slamming the front with my palms. "YOU BETTER FUCKING ANSWER!!!!!" I scream with rage. I hear him chuckle as he turns off the stereo and shuffles his way opening the door. "What?" he asks as if he has no damn clue what's going on. I roll my eyes with a burning passion, "You and your stupid music with the stupid screaming or growls or whatever the fuck it is! Every single night for the past year I've tried to put up with you and you're "disturbance" and I'm finally sick of it to the bone that I'm willing to tell you that I wouldn't mind sawing off your dick with a rusty knife! So you better fucking put the music down or I will smash your head with the fucking edge of your counter!" I threaten as his eyes widen. 

"S-sorry." he stutters, "I didn't know. I was just you know waiting-" he stopped with some realization on his face, "What! Why the hell am I telling you?" he says rudely as he slams the door on my face,  and while I'm here aggressively opening my door I notice a girl with brown locks, and piercing blue eyes making her way to Ryder's mat. 

"Gwendolyn?" the lovely brunette says with such passion, I look back noticing the shock written all over her, and by now realize that I probably have that expression plastered all over my face as well. 

"N-Natasha!" I stutter with my hand pressed on the knob of my door. What the hell was she doing here?!?!??!?!?