Fixing Her

Chapter II

I've been staying in my room the whole time, not even going out to eat with them. They've asked me things multiple times;

"We're getting pizza, what do you want?"

"Do you wanna come and get ice cream?"

"There's this party tonight, do you wanna come?"

"Dinner's ready Hayden!"

And my answer to these and many many more questions has been the same;

"No thank you."

They've spent all their time in their pool outside, and Emma and two other girls came too. One of them is Thomas's girlfriend, Dylan felt liked I needed to know, and the other one is probably Landon's since she's been with him the whole time. Not because I'm complaining, but even though he's been outside all the time and he's been having trunks on, he never, not once, took off his shirt.

I'm currently sitting on my bed and searching for a job. I'm able to pay two months rent, but then it becomes a problem, so I'm highlighting all the places I think are good so I later can call them.

I jump at the sound of knocks on my door and instinctively back away a bit.

"Come in," I stutter out.

One of the girls, Landon's girlfriend, shows up in my doorway in a black bikini.

"Don't mind me, I was just gonna get one of Landon's shirts since Dylan threw mine in the pool," she explains in a monotone voice, much like Landon's, and steps over to the drawer he still hasn't emptied.

I look down at the papers in my hand again, but without reading them. "You really aren't coming? I mean, this weather won't last much longer."

"No thank you," I answer, and she walks out and closes the door after her.

After highlighting thirteen cafés, malls, restaurants, offices, barber shops and warehouses, I step up and walk down to get Harris something since the food I brought him from Minneapolis didn't last for long.

"Hey," Dylan says, making me jump and shut the door to the fridge so hard I instantly feel ashamed. "Woah, sorry I scared you."

"It's okay," I quickly reply, swallowing and hoping for this conversation to end very soon.

The boys have left me alone, they haven't jumped inside my room and thankfully they haven't made much effort of being close to me or touch me, so I've managed to survive, but it still doesn't mean I'm not praying Emma's housemates will move out soon.

"What are you doing? Please tell me you're not studying. It's August, we have a pool and beer, and you're in your room with your nose in history books?"

"No I.....," I stutter out. "I... I'm looking for a job."

"Really? Why didn't you tell me? What kind of job?"