No Smoking! - tracob

nine: badly 1

"close the fucking door!"
"fucking hell I hate you"

"won't hate me for long..."

8:14 AM    
Late again from work: Kindergarten

It's Monday it means we are suppose to have a morning palaver. I don't know how but I'm always fucking late from big meetings and other work sessions where we are suppose to discuss and decide things.

I pull my keys from my car and ran inside. "Sorry I'm late again guys!" I yell and see everyone looking mad. Tricia the oldest and nicest coworker stands up and says "Troye you know the clock honey, so use it and don't be late every goddamn time" then she pushes me a chair and sits down again.

I take the chair and also sit down. I'm embarrassed and sweaty. "Yes, I apologize this but what exactly did I miss?"

"Let me tell you sweetie. So in the evening at 5 to 8 o'clock you'll have the famous and deeply hated parent talk. You'll speak to every parent and tell them about their kid and also ask questions. Of course they have an opportunity to ask us questions if needed. Parents already know about this I send them all emails."

Tricia raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth "Darling don't be so terrified it'll go just fine. You know these children" She said and smiled.

"I'll do my very best but I have to admit this is quite a lot." She just nodded! Omg I have no idea how I'm gonna survive. Parents can be so rude sometimes. At least I meet Jacob.

7 PM
Vogue Magazine Studios

"Hey guys! I'll have to leave like soon. I have this other meeting. David did you pick the photos?" I yelled and put my own shirt on.

"Yeah I did. Wanna see?"

"That's kind of the reason why I asked. I wanna see what goes on the cover you know" I walk to the monitor as David scrolls through the whole photoshoot album.

"Nice. I think we did it" I comment and tap his shoulder. "I think I have to leave now."

"Jacob. Tomorrow you have MAC interview and the Chanel event" Miley my assistant reminds me. "I know. Okay, however bye see you later. Hopefully this was successful!"

7:56 PM
Parent talk at Kindergarten

I parked my car and realized I left my makeup on. I tried to find my makeup wipes but I could not. Fuck it. Now I have makeup also nobody will even notice.

I step out and almost forget my lighter. I pick it up and smoke one or two. Releases my stress.

I see Troye in the window talking to some mom. He normally smiles sweetly and looks so kind but now he has his work face on. Very professional. I walk in and wait in the hallway next to the room 45. It's the boss's room.

The mom finally walks out and it's 10 past 8 o'clock. "I'm sorry you had to waite so long Mr. Bixenman"  Troye is acting so polite and shit.

I sit down. "O-okay let's start now" Troye says and picks some papers from the desk. His hands were shaky and he talked super fast.

"So Charles is a clever boy and his social skills have gotten better. We have noticed he has some kind of tics which is a a-allusion of... tourettes syndrome or ADHD"

"Hm I have noticed and I have to keep in mind and keep track of those tics" Troye looked pale. He nodded like four times. What's wrong with him.

"However do not worry it is normal to his age and it might be he has just extra energy and that trigger the tics. Charles is a sweetheart and he really enjoys playing with others. When you leave him he gets extremely upset because you are his everything"

"Good to know. I want to understand him like you do" I said, smiled and moved my feet so I could feel Troye's. He jumped and dropped the papers accidentally.

"Fuck! This is going well!" He almost yelled. He stood up and started picking all the paperwork he had done. "Shit shit shit... I-I'm so sorry."

"Shhh Troye...what's wrong you seem tense" I said, stood up, stopped him crabbed his shoulder and massaged it. "Tell me Troye."

"Y-you" He told and took a step back.

"Me?"

"Ye-ah y-you are l-ookig h...ot I mean you look amazing i-it was very hard to foc-" Then I realized what's the problem was.

"So you remember what happened at the club right? You said you didn't but I guess you lied" I took a step closer. Couldn't really resist smirking and teasing him a little.

"Yeah I l-lied sorr...sorry Mr. Bixenm- I mean Jacob" Troye hardly got every letter and word out. Troye was red and the mumbling and shakiness damn! "You liked it. Didn't you Troye?"
"Yes, I g-guess so" Troye looked at me like a small puppy with his piercing big eyes.

"Then why are you so tense... Next time just ask and i'll help you?" I said and casually sat down. Troye looked confused and also sat back in the chair. "Relax now, I know so please continue talking."

"Yes. I'm sorry a-about this. So our goal is to make sure Charles is growing up normally and that he is healthy. His age is especially critical and he need-" I started rubbing him through his jeans. I know this is a bad idea but I want him badly. This poor guy couldn't even finish the sentence.

"Yeah. I didn't quite understand but hey could you show me the bathroom quickly? I have to use it badly..." I needed him now.

"Y-yes absolutely!" Troye stood up and I saw that his downstairs also agreeing to show me the way. "Let's go then!" He opens the door and I walk out as well.

Troye and I are calmly walking down the hallway to the bathroom door. He goes in and I just follow his lead. He has his last minutes of self control. However Troye did not close the door."Close the door!"