Deep Breath | G.Dolan

New Girl

"So you're coming to the warehouse today after your classes?" Grayson asked me as I finished my cereal and threw the bowl in the sink. He gave me a look.

"I'll clean it when I get back I promise." Clean freak. Taking a shower every day doesn't make you a clean freak. You should try it sometime. "And yes. I'm coming after my classes today...are people going to kill me on my way in? I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Why would anyone kill you?" he said leaning on the table.

"Um because I can touch you and they can't...I always wanted to kill people that were in my position before I knew you," I said casually and grabbed my bags to leave. He looked horrified. What else is new?

I was walking down the street to get to the warehouse and as I got closer the amount of girls seemed to get larger. It was almost like a horror movie. At first, because I didn't have my glasses on and I have shitty eyes, I thought they were all garbage cans. Turns out, they were just sitting down and wearing dark colours.

Once I got to the crowd they were calling my name and wanted to take pictures with me.

"Please don't take pictures of me and put it on Tumblr I look like complete asshole," I said pleading with them and fixing my hair at the same time. After talking to them for a few minutes to not be rude, despite the few death stares I got, I walked into the back door of the warehouse. Up the stairs and passed the security guard, I was finally in the room. Mike was setting up the camera and filming Grayson talking and the rest of them were sitting around the couch. "Oh no no no!" I said covering my eyes.

 "Why are you always so fucking weird?"  Ethan asked putting his feet up on the table and laughing.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to see your video and ruin it for myself," I said sitting down and uncovering my eyes trying to mentally blockout what they were saying. James was here too, probably for the video. I threw my bag in the corner and noticed a purse at the other side of the room; a really, really cute designer purse. I drooled for a second and then snapped myself back into reality.

"So how was school?" James asked to be funny because he liked to rub in the fact that he gets to be hot for a living and I have to work for my academic success. In short, James is a prick.

"It was good. How is your sex life?" He was complaining to me last night that he hasn't gotten laid in weeks. So I thought I would bring it up in front of everyone. He went from smiling at his own stupid joke to looking depressed.

"How's yours?" THAT FUCK WENT THERE.

"If you're really desperate and can't find anyone that wants it, I mean I'm sure you can always pay someone," I fired back.

"And I'm sure Gr--"

"TRUCE!" I yelled before he finished his sentence and he laughed. I don't think anyone else caught on. While we were all playing around a girl walked in wearing the cutest outfit: platform sneakers, washed out boyfriend jeans and a torn up band tee. She had blonde hair and was wearing very little makeup; going for the natural look and I had maybe never seen anyone so naturally beautiful. I also couldn't help but notice a few tiny but very cool arm tattoos. God she was so pretty. I hate her already. She looked much cooler than I could ever hope to be. But at least I wasn't the only American anymore.

"Oh Ciara, this is Alex," Grayson said. Motioning towards her. She half smiled towards me and sat down still looking at her phone. Alright then. "Alex is working with us on some of our new videos. She thought of them herself."

"Oh that's cool. Do you make video ideas for a lot of people or do you film them yourself too?" I asked her.

"Oh no, I just write for others. Do you film?" she responded and finally put down her phone.