Not My Problem

2-Chance

*jens pov*

"Mommy?" I hear Emme say. I slowly flutter my eyes open. And of course, there's Emme sitting on top of me, looking into my eyes. "Mommyy." She says again and smiles. "What do you wanttt?" I grown and rub my eyes. "Wake up." She says and jumps up a little.

"Mmm, go back to sleep." I say and turn over, pulling her beside me, with my arm around her. "Nooo, I'm hungry." She says and trys to move my arm, but I keep her close to me. "Snuggle me." I say and keep my eyes shut as she struggles. She sighs and gives me the shortest hug ever.

"There." She says. "You're not a very good snuggler." I open one eye and look at her. She just shrugs and sticks out her tongue. I relax my arm, then she manages to get away from me and climb off the bed.

"Mommyyy!-." She starts to say louder but I cut her off. "Fine!" I say and move the blanket off of me, sitting up. I look at her and she's just standing there with her hands behind her back, and her head tilted with that goofy smile.

I raise one brow as she sways back and forth, waiting for me to get up. "You're difficult." I say and stand up. "I love you." She says and grabs my hand, holding it.

"I love you too baby." I say and swing our hands while we walk down the hall. I pick her up and walk down the stairs, luckily she's easy to carry around.

I set her down and get her some cereal so she's satisfied. I get some breakfast too, then I go upstairs and get both of us dressed for the day.

I put Emme in a white shirt with a little pink flower on it, then a matching pair of pink pants. And I put on a black tank top, with some high waisted jeans, and I grab a jacket just in case.

I put Emme in her car seat, then I get in the drivers seat. I get to my friends house, and take Emme out of the car.

"Hey!" Michele says and gives me a side hug. "Hey." I smile. "Thanks so much for taking her, I'll be back in like 2 hours." I say and hand Emme to Michele. "No problem. Take your time. I'll see you later." She says. "Alright, bye baby." I say and kiss Emme's head while she's in Michele's arms. "Bye mommy." She smiles cutely.

I get back in the car, and drive into the city. I've been in serious need of a job, so I'm going job hunting. There's a nail salon in downtown Manhattan that's hiring. And one of my talents is doing nails, so I'm hoping I can give them my number to call me at least.

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"Uh- no I'm actually here for a job...although a manicure would be nice.." I say and the lady raises one brow. "I-I do nails. See? I did these." I say and hold out my hands, showing her my nails. She takes my hand, and looks at them closely.

"I did my toes too!" I say confidently and put my foot up on a chair beside us. Luckily my heals are open-toed, so she can actually see them. "Very nice." She nods. "I know right." I smile and put my foot back down.

"So what do you think?" I ask. "20 dollars a day." She says and I furrow my brows. "Uhn uhn, that's not enough, I need to put food on my table." I say and shake my head. "No, you pay me 20 dollars a day, for 2 weeks of training." She says and my jaw drops. "Training- the fuck? Did you even see my toes?! I don't need training." I say getting an attitude.

"You don't want to train, then don't work here." She shrugs. "This is fuckin bullshit. I'd be buffing circles around these bitches." I say and look around at the workers. The lady just stands there and shakes her head. "Whateva, I don't need this anyways." I shrug and walk out.

I stop half way down the sidewalk and sigh. "Shit..." I say to myself and rub my forehead. I've got to get myself together. I walk down the sidewalk until I come across a little convenient store, I go in and ask if their hiring, but they weren't. Great. Onto the next place.

I come across this building that has a sign on the window, saying they're looking for interns. I looked at the description, and turns out this is some business of art chains. I think about it for a second. And I decided why not? Fuck it. I walk in and talk to the lady at the front desk.

She tells me that the internships are at the fourth floor. I thank her, and go in the elevator. I get to the floor, and immediately there's people all over the place. Moving clothes, taking pictures, changing, making backdrops. "What the fuck?..." I mutter to myself.

I see another front desk lady, so I go over to her for help. "Hey." I say and she looks at me and smiles. "Hello. You must be here for a photo shoot." She says and eyes me down. I raise one brow as she opens some file. "Shit. All this is for modeling-?" I ask. I thought this would be like a group of people who paint shit or like make bracelets. Then sell them online. But this is like...professional or something..

"Yes....do you not have an appointment?" She asks confused, and somewhat surprised. "No-uh, I saw the sign. Outside. And I was wondering if I could get a job." I say and she crosses her arms.

"Um, I don't think we're hiring, we usually don't put signs outside. We would have online slots open." She explains, making them sound all fancy and shit. "Ok, well I'm just telling you what I saw." I shrug and her facial expression changes.

"Look, I'm not tryna sound like a bitch. But I need a job. And this..." I stop and look around. "This is somethin I could work with." I nod. "Is it?" She asks bluntly and unamused. "Oh yeah. I mean look at me." I say and laugh. But I stop laughing when she doesn't think it's funny.

"Ok...well, can I talk to the manager, or like whoever is in charge?" I ask. "I can't help you if we're not hiring." She says and looks at a man who walks over to her desk, and starts to look for something. "Who's dream are you crushing this time, Rachel?" The man asks the lady, who I'm assuming is Rachel.

"This one is looking for a job." She says and crosses her arms. He stops looking for whatever, and then looks up at me. "Oh?" He says and puts his hand on his hip.

This man is very interesting. He's got his hair gelled up, and shiny as fuck. His pants are probably tighter than my...ya know. And from his body language and the way he talks, I'm almost 100% sure he's gay.

"I told her we're not hiring." Rachel says and I smile at the man. He eyes me down very slowly, then comes back to my eyes. "Well, well." He says. "What-." I ask. "She speaks." He says and I suck my teeth. "Smh, so do you want me to leave or what? I can go, I didn't even know what this job was for, so-." I say getting frustrated.

He giggles a little and grins. "Feisty...I like that." He says and I smile. "Thanks." I shrug. "Why don't you stick around....watch the next shoot. And I'll get back to you a little later." He says and continues to examine me.

"Alright...cool." I nod. "You can sit over there." He says and points to an area beside one of the backdrops where they're having a photo shoot. I nod and walk over there, and take a seat.

I honestly don't know where the Fuck I am. Everything is so modern, and chic, it's like fashion week up in here. And I love it. I could get used to this. But I can't get my hopes up. I highly doubt they'd hire some random girl that just walked up in here, and had no idea what the job was even for in the first place. They'd think that's way too unprofessional.

Besides, I'd only be an intern, and I have no experience in whatever interns do here. But this could be my experience...right? Like how am I supposed to get work experience without work experience. I gotta start somewhere. Maybe they'll give me a chance.

A/N

This chapter is definitely getting more into it, and the point. But it won't be until Leah comes in that the story actually gets good, which will be the next chapter. But i made jens character a little more out there for this book, cuz it fits the plot, and it's gonna fit into jen and leahs relationship. Jen kind of have a little bit of puchis personality from El Cantante sooo yeah. love that💕😏