The Night We Met

||Chapter One||

Jennifer, or Jen, would turn over in her bed letting out a fuss. Sleep. Eat. Work. Repeat. My daily damn routine. Lovely. She let out an exhale of irritation as she turned over to see none other than her heavy 100-pound golden retriever, who she called Rosie. Jen let out a soft giggle as she started to rapidly rub Rosie's belly, "Who's my big sleeping baby...~ You are...~" Rosie's tail would start to wag and she kicked her hind legs until she rolled over and squirmed on Jen's silky white sheets. Jen let out a soft, joyous giggle, "I gotta get up baby...Mommy has to work." Rosie would whimper just as Jen crawled out of her bed while her medium length burgundy locks draped against her shoulders. She began to hum Riptide by Vance Joy with a small, happy smile, whilst slipping on her black, fluffy bunny slippers. She trudged her feet to her bathroom, flipping on the light, staring at herself in the mirror, "I look like I've been hit by a truck..." Her natural beach waves would be tangled and all over the place with her deep, dark bags under her eyes. Her velvety tan skin would glisten in the bathroom lights with her dark freckles standing out all over her body. She looked closer into the mirror, looking into her dark hazel eyes. Shower or brush my teeth...Shower or brush my teeth...She started to have a mental debate with herself until a knock at her apartment door would make her lose track of her thoughts. Jen let out a silent shriek, "Coming...!" 

She shuffled to the door her dog beginning to bark, "Rosie...!" Rosie immediately stopped barking while beginning to growl behind Jen as she unlocked the door to her apartment, only to see none other than her co-worker, Emma Gilman. Emma's long ginger hair hung in the middle of her back with her glossy, emerald green eyes, glistening in the light. The quirky girl would giggle as she walked into the apartment, swaying her hips in her penciled lined skirt, "Girl, you still aren't ready for work...?!" Jen sighed as she crossed her arms and trailed behind Emma, her hard-wood floors creaking a bit, "Because I don't want to be there, and I also didn't want to get up."  Emma started to push Jen into the bathroom, "Nope, we're getting you ready for work. You're going to look sexy and amazing because we BOTH know how the boss looks at you."

She sighed as her face started to flush, thinking back on her boss. I mean  Lawrence isn't a bad guy...He's super nice..gentle...Her thoughts would be distracted once again by Emma waving her hand in front of Jen's face, "Hello...?! Earth to crack head??" Jen shook her head," Ya..I'm here." Emma crossed her arms as her whole demeanor completely changed, "You didn't hear a word I said. Now let me repeat it for you, we know he looks at you on the occasion, but EVERYONE knows he wants me in the end. He likes red hair much better than darker colors." Emma let out a giggle as she flipped her hair. Jen sighed and looked down immediately feeling insecure about herself, "Uh...Ya...Can I just go and take a shower now and get ready for work...?" 

Jen was naturally self-conscious of herself. She grew up in a small town in Minnesota for the most part, by herself and with her parents, who weren't always the nicest to her.  Always judged for her unique eye color or the freckles she had since no one in her family had them. Even though she went through the ups and downs of her life, she was still a fun-loving girl. She used to go to the park and play by herself with her teddy bear who she had named Mr.Fluffington until she moved at the age of 16. Jen still managed to keep him from Minnesota all to way to her journey to New York. When she had first moved, she was still adapting to the new scenery. The massive difference from a city where everyone knew everyone to a place where no one knew anyone yet still talked to everyone as though they've known them for years. She swears to herself that she's heard so many people say something about their niece or their first cousin and something that happened to them.

Thankfully, she managed to get a job and get a degree and build herself up from where she was. Now at the age of 22, she has a bachelors degree in financing and does paperwork for millionaire Lawrence Darius, the owner of the company. Lawrence was exceptionally wealthy for only being a youthful age of 25. Mainly because of his big rich daddy giving him the funds to start a massive cooperation that's nationwide. On occasion, he can be very arrogant but otherwise, he's very sweet and gentle on his workers unless they don't listen to his direct orders. Then you'll see the devil reincarnate. 

In the process of meeting the rich boy, she also met her now "best friend" Emma Gilman. Emma is extremely egotistical and self-centered but she was the only person Jen felt she could lean on when she needed someone. On occasion, she will be nice to others and will be...decently nice, but it's very rare. Most of the time, she's only really nice to the rich guy, hoping she could get something out of it. Money, jewelry, whatever she pleased at the time. 

Jen groaned and pushed Emma out of her bathroom, "Go, go, go, so I can make myself presentable." Emma laughed in a taunting tone as the door got shut on her face. Jen frowned as anxiety would overwhelm her, as she leaned against her door. I don't know how I  can honestly stand a chance with anyone with her around...She's pretty much the perfect girl anyone would want..Long flowing hair...Perfect body...I'm the opposite of her...Short dark hair...Skinny...

Jen tenderly slapped her cheeks and took in a sharp inhale. She made her way to the shower and  bared with her thoughts as they slowly tore her apart from the inside out. She turned on the hot water and peeled off her clothes, taking a step into the steaming hot water, cleaning all the dirt off her body. Jen took a deep breath hearing uncanny thoughts swirl around her head, making her feel worse and worse about herself. Her breathing would start to hasten and her fingertips began to quiver as her legs felt like jelly, her body ready to hit the ground. She rested her hand against the tile walls, her throat starting to dry. Her chest would tighten further. Jen's eyes would widen in fear, not adapted to such a terrible feeling. W-What's going on...Why is my chest hurting?! Why can't I breathe?! What's going on?! Beginning to hyperventilate, she started to choke and gasp trying to get her breathing back to normal. Emma would bang on the door, "Hey what the hell is taking you so long in there?! Don't forget we have a JOB!" Jen would begin to cough and clear her throat, her anxiety slowly backing off, "Y-Ya! I'll be out in a second..."

Jen hastily shook off the water and got out of the shower, drying off as fast as she could. She wrapped her towel around her body storming out of her bathroom, straight to her closet, "S-Sorry...I got distracted and I didn't realize I was taking that long and I didn't mean for it to happen, I'm sorry..." Emma crossed her arms and sighed as her heels would click, walking beside Jen, "It's perfectly fine, you only took about thirty minutes and you only have fifteen to get ready..." Jen screeched, her voice echoing through the apartment, "WHAT?!" Now she frantically searched through her closet searching for something to put on. Overtime, she found a white, long-sleeve, button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt to go along with it. Jen would drop her towel and Emma would chuckle behind her, slapping her ass. Jen jumped in shock, "H-Hey...!" Emma grinned slightly, "Hot." She rolled her eyes and groaned, being used to Emma seeing her naked at this point. Hell, they're close enough to shower with each other, if they haven't already. Jen threw on her undergarments and slid into her clothes, tucking in her white shirt, "I'm ready..." Emma looked her up and down and her grin got deeper, "Oh? Look at you trying to look all sexy." Jen blushed slightly and laughed, brushing her off whilst picking up her small purse, "Ya sure whatever, let's just go." She ended up walking ahead of Emma but felt eyes burning into her backside Why is she staring at me so hard..The hell did she smoke last night. Although Jen would pay no mind to it, Emma would most definitely be gazing at Jen. Little does the poor, sweet Jen know, harlot party girl Emma, might have caught feelings.