8.| The Bitchy Ones

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It was a long week of work, but now it's finally the weekend. Normally, I would spend all day at home. Eating junk food that wasn't healthy whatsoever, try to watch some Netflix, but constantly get interrupted by Elijah. Which was always annoying since he didn't even live here so he shouldn't complain on what I watch, and just try to relax.

As much as I would love to do that, I can't. It's Saturday which means I start my new job, working for Marshall. I can't believe this is actually happening. First I help him out of the gutter and now I'm working for him, the pay better be good. It was fairly warm outside with a nice breeze so I didn't wear anything heavy. I wore a cropped maroon long sleeve top, along with black ripped jeans and black vans. I put my jewelry on and grabbed my purse.

I told Elijah about the new job and I think he was ok with it. I mean, he didn't attack me so I'll take that. As I was coming down the stairs, I saw him on the couch watching tv with Tyler. They were watching something on Disney channel.

"Ok I got to go, I'll see you too after." I said and kissed Elijah.

"Mkay what time you coming home?" He asked while I went over to Ty and kissed his forehead.

I looked and checked the time on my watch. It was 9:30 which meant I was doing good with time since it started at 10, "I end at 3."

"K, we'll see you later." Elijah said while tickling Ty.

I could hear them giggling as I left. I never understood how Elijah can be so nice one minute then hate me the next. He was always gently with Ty which is a good thing. I really hope he never hurts him when I'm at work. I got in my car and started driving. The studio was only like 10 minutes away so that was very convenient for me. I turned on the radio and of course Eminem started playing. I lowered down my window a little to let the nice breeze pass through as I sang along to the lyrics.

I take a couple uppers, I down a couple downers

But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

I've been to mushroom mountains, once or twice but who's countin'?

But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

My weekend was going pretty good right now. I'm relaxed listening to music as the fresh breeze of Detroit passes through. But of course everything has to be ruined by some idiot swerving threw the lanes. I almost bumped into his car as he sped right ahead of me. I slowed my car down, but didn't hit the breaks since there was another car right behind me.

"Are you fuckin serious?!? What the hell's wrong with you?!" I yelled.

My road rage wasn't bad, but when I get pissed off, I get really pissed off. Thanks to this moron my day is going to suck. I got to the studio and hopped out of my car. Grabbing my purse I walk to the entrance will locking my car. The guard recognized me from last week so I didn't have to show him my ID.

I looked through the window and saw Marshall writing something down while Proof and Denaun were throwing a football back and forth and Khloe was on her phone. I walked in and sat on the couch next to Khlo.

"Hey you're early for once." I told her.

"Shut up. We're working for a fuckin celeb the better I do on this job the more money I get."

"Are you just doing this for money?"

"Of course not. Ya know the real reason I'm here."

"And what would that be?" Marshall asked dropping his pen and now paying attention to us.

I chuckled sitting back on the couch waiting to see how this would play out. Khlo blushed and bit her lip while looking down.

"Well, ya gonna tell him or should I?" I asked.

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