Archangel

Chapter Eight

Scarlett's POV

I woke up and looked outside the window. I checked my phone for the time. It was 10:23. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I was still groggy so I didn't think to knock. I opened the door to find Michael standing naked drying himself with a towel. He saw me with a shocked expression on his face.

"I'm so sorry." I said in a rush and I closed the door. My whole face was probably red as a tomato. I went and sat down on his bed, cursing myself for not knocking. I didn't see anything I shouldn't have. Fortunately. Or unfortunately? I couldn't decide. I heard the bathroom door open and he stepped out. He had the towel wrapped around his waist. It took me a moment to talk. He was so freaking sexy. Droplets from his wet hair fell on his strong chest traveling down. His arms were buff, he was really fit. He didn't have too much muscle but he wasn't too skinny either. He was perfect. After I snapped out of my daze I stood up and said

"Michael I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking. I should have knocked. I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

"It's alright." He said moving by me and going into the kitchen. He was mad and it made me feel horrible. I went into the bathroom and did the whole morning routine. When I got out Michael was fully dressed in his usual clothes and he was sitting on the bed. When he saw me, he got up and walked towards me.

"Thank you for the dish last night." He said and I smiled.

"But don't do it again. Just focus on finding a job not playing housekeeper." He stated in a harsh tone. That knocked the smile right off my face.

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help because of everything you've done for me." I said in a whisper.

"The way you could help is by getting your own place. Now go get dressed, we're going to look for a job for you." He said. I just nodded and went into the bedroom, trying not to cry. I hate being so fucking sentimental. I put on the black jeans that I bought, and a black short sleeve shirt and my sneakers. I put my hair into a pony tail and I walked out of the bedroom. He was waiting for me by the back door. We walked together to the elevator. We stood as far apart from each other as we could in the small space. As we started walking through the city he asked

"What did you used to do before the war?"

"I was a police officer." I stated with no emotion. He looked impressed. What the hell was with him? He was more bipolar than me.

"There's a precinct nearby. And I'm sure they need more people to protect the city and it's residents." He claimed. I didn't say anything I just followed him. After a couple of minutes of walking we arrived at the precinct. We met with the guy in charge. His name was William Stark. I told him that I was looking for a job and that I used to be a cop. After asking a bunch of questions that I heard countless times before, he gave me an application to feel out. After I finished filling it out he said that he will contact me to tell me whether I got the job or not. After that, Michael said he had to go. I told him that I was going to walk around the city for a while to get more familiar with it. As I was walking I bumped into another girl.

"I'm really sorry." She said.

"It's ok." I replied. She was a few inches shorter than me. She had black curly hair, brown eyes and wore glasses. She was wearing a black band shirt that said Red Hot Chilly Peppers on it. She had on dark blue jeans and converse. She seemed to be observing me as well, because then we looked at each other and started laughing for no reason.

"I'm Scarlett." I said smiling, introducing myself.

"Adalia." She said back with a smile.

"If you're not busy, would you like to walk with me through the city?" I asked not realizing until now, how much I need a friend.

"Sure. That would be nice." She said. We walked through town and got to know each other better. Adalia was twenty five years old and she used to be a music producer. But now she worked in a music store. She's into a lot of rock and metal bands. She's living alone in an apartment. Her family was in Puerto Rico and she hasn't heard from them since the war started. But she's trying to keep a positive attitude and hopes that they're all right. She was so fun to hang out with and easy to talk to. I trusted her. I even told her about my mom and the situation with Michael. And we gushed about how hot he was. She listened to all I had to say. She didn't judge and she gave me some great advice. We lost track of time and before we knew it, it was almost time for the curfew. We exchanged numbers and goodbyes and promised to hang out tomorrow. This was the first time I went to sleep without crying.