MOBSTER FOR RENT (published by Bookware)

RENT 3 - THE TRIAL DATE

SARA

Come on, come on, come on! Text me, text me, text me!

I was sitting on my bed, hugging my knees, with my phone neatly settled in front of me. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at it as I summoned all my power for it to blink or ring indicating that someone is texting or calling me.

I can’t sleep knowing that tomorrow is the Trial Date. I mean, that jerk hasn’t informed me what time we’re going to meet and where!

I sighed heavily as I directed my gaze to where my closet was formerly located. Now, it’s replaced by a huge pile of mess. I’m sure my closet is there somewhere. A while ago, I rummaged through my clothes looking for something to wear. I already bought new clothes (a BUNCH of new clothes) to use for tomorrow but as each day passes, I become unsatisfied with the outfit that I had just bought the day before.

Is having a ‘boyfriend’ this tiring?

I don’t even want to imagine how I’m going to behave if I really had one. Being the worrywart that I am, I’m sure my lifespan will be cut in half from excessive thinking. That’s just the way I am, I always worry about details excessively and needlessly… which is partly why I’m an effective Project Leader for the BlackJack Team.

I let out an exasperated sigh as I went to the bathroom. A feeling of disappointment consumes me as I look at the mirror while brushing my teeth. Pathetic. Sara, YOU-ARE-PATHETIC. You’re getting giddy over someone you plan to ‘rent’ to pose as your boyfriend? And you’re getting excited because of his gestures even though you know it’s all part of an act?

You can just talk to your officemates and reveal the truth, you stupid piece. Do you really think...

*BEEP - MESSAGE! MESSAGE!*

My eyes popped out of their sockets as I heard my phone! With the toothbrush still in my mouth, I hurriedly ran outside the bathroom and leaped over my bed grabbing my phone and eventually found myself sprawled on the floor as I ended up rolling over the edge of bed.

*BLAGGG!*

Aigooo, my back.

I excitedly read the text message as I nursed my aching back.

Hey Geek, 10AM tomorrow at the National Museum. - Gio

National Museum? Museum? MUSEUM???! What the hell! That is soooo unromantic!!! I was expecting so much after he sent me the flowers. But MUSEUM?! Argghh!

Hey Jerk, who are you calling Geek? You have yet to convince me to ‘rent’ you, remember? And of all places, why the National Museum? - Sara

I sent the text and waited for his reply.... and waited.... and waited... OMYGOSHHH!!! He’s really pissing me off!!!

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SARA