The next day, I woke myself up from the soaked bed I had cried on for hours the previous night cursing the nincompoop who stole my bag that day. I somehow made my baggy eyes okayish and left for office after putting on a random tank top and sweatpant. I didn't care what they thought about me. I wasn't working for them either now. I had to gather my stuff and clear out my desk. Aaaand I had to join the new department in 3 days. Heaven.
As I entered the so-called hell for now, I noticed many disgusted looks coming my way.
Oh wow you people, I'm going away from all you idiots. To a better place. You be stuck here forever. Bye bye!
I went over to my desk and started scratching the stickers I had stuck on my table. I went around throwing the unwanted papers I had scribbled on for long. I had become an expert in drawing 'tornados' for they had become my escape from boredom for the past few months. Bleh, some masterpieces only deserve the dustbin.
I saw a guy in a tuxedo moving right across me into the cabin. The gossip girls I mentioned earlier were on there routines, stalking every handsome guy that passes by.
After almost getting my things stacked up I saw Florence moving out of the cabin with 'The Guy'. Moving towards my cubicle. I glanced and then returned to get the things stack up in a cardboard box. I felt someone brush past me. And when I turned left, I saw 'The Guy' next to me.
I looked away. I wondered if he was the one replacing me.
Ugh. If that's the case, I'm gonna be the meanest to him. Idiot. He was probably thirsty for that post of mine. He wouldn't have joined this quickly if he wasn't thirsty for my post. Fucking idiot. Was waiting for a 'chance'. Ugh. Charlotte, add him to your blacklist. Don't look his way. Be badass. Don't help. Charlotte, you better stay strong.
I looked at Florence. She nodded. Well he was surely the ONE replacing me. I told you, we have a strong connection. She gets what I'm trying to convey.
"Meh, you keep the table this shabby?", he asked looking at the scratched stickers looking OBVIOUSLY shabby. Don't judge me. I function that way. Shabby all the time.
"None of your business.", I replied in a low tone, neither looking at him nor wanting to initiate a conversation.
"Better get those outta here. Don't wanna work with junk things,meh",he smirked.
What do you mean? Junk? You bloody nincompoop. Ugh.
"I'll leave this highlighter here, they're basically useless since they've run out of ink, they need a user of the same kind. USELESS.", I said and left with my box leaving the highlighter there.
Jerk. I'm gonna teach you good. You don't mess with "JUNK".
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in another life
Romance~This one's ON-GOING.~ Certainly, they both were always iffy when it came to talking in a decent manner. Bickering all the time they met, they knew love would never work among the two badass jerks. But did it? Certainly. Just like- like dissolves...
