The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 3

I sat at my desk and sighed looking at the clock. It was quarter after seven and I was surrounded by paperwork. I couldn't get half a second to myself today. I'd felt rushed all day since leaving Noel's flat. I'd gotten my ass chewed out for being twenty minutes late and now I was really regretting not following through with last night.

There was a hard knock on my office door and I looked up to see Mr. McLead with a stack of papers.

"Lyla, I need these finished right away."

I sighed brushing my bangs out of my eyes. "I'm in the middle of the last thing you asked me to finish, "right away" can it wait?"

He dropped the pile on my keyboard. "No, I want it done before you leave"

My jaw dropped slightly. "Then I can't finish this" I nodded to the pile I'd been working on.

"You'll finish both" he said turning on his heel.

"I'll be here all night"

"Maybe you'll think twice before being late again"

I sighed as he walked out without another word. I chewed on my bottom lip trying to reorganize my thoughts. Moving the papers off my keyboard I set them off to the side. There was another knock on my door.

I groaned turning in my chair. "What?"

Sarah took a step back. "I was just going to ask if you had a stapler"

I nodded waving my hand while keeping my focus on my computer. "If you can find it be my guest"

"You okay?"

I nodded. "Mr McLead is up my butt about being late this afternoon"

Sarah frowned. "You're never late"

I shrugged. "Yeah well, there's a first for everything."

"Were you out late?"

I nodded rubbing my temples. "Something like that and I need to finish this, tonight"

Sarah nodded. "Hung over?"

I shook my head. "I didn't go drinking"

"What did you do?" She asked leaning against my desk.

"Doesn't matter"

"You got laid didn't you?"

I looked at her and laughed. "You think if I got anything last night I'd be this stressed out?"

She shrugged. "You're always wound up"

"It's a wonder I can walk" I muttered with a laugh remembering Liam's words from the night before.

Sarah looked at me confused. "Hmm?"

I shook my head. "Nothing" I couldn't afford a distraction, especially one who wasn't giving me the time of day.

She nodded but I could tell she didn't really believe me.

"I've really got to get this done" I sighed looking at her from my chair.

"That's not your shirt"

I frowned. "What?"

"The shirt" she nodded at me. "It's not yours."

I sighed pushing my bangs back off my forehead. "No, it's not"

"Who's is it?" She asked with a smirk.

"It doesn't matter"

"Oh, it matters" she laughed boosting herself to sit on my desk as I started typing again.