"Being Ben's"

5. Job hunting

"I was hoping you would be here." She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest. I rolled my eyes. "This is my house you know? You can't just tresspa-."

"I'll just get my stuff and go." She walked past me bumping into my shoulder, purposefully I'm sure. I turned around following her. "You couldn't have let me know?"

"Felix, you blocked me." There was anger in her voice now. I really did forget that I blocked her. I looked back to my phone, Felicity (even if it really didn't look like it) was listening in on the "drama" that was happening right now. "Whatever..." I said sighing. "Just get your stuff and leave."

She looked at me in the bathroom and shook her head.

"Wow..." Felicity said under her breath. Vanessa heard it and looked in through the doorway at my phone. "You move on quick, don't you?" She clenched her teeth. I rolled my eyes. "Nessa, that's my fucking sister." I scoffed. "And even if I did, why would it matter to you? You clearly moved on even before we broke up."

There were tears in her eyes as she pressed her lips into a straight line trying not to cry. I rolled my eyes and pointed to the door. "Just get out."

She turned her head, her hair flowing over her shoulder as she left the door way of the bathroom. I groaned and rolled my eyes after I heard her leave, which was three minutes later.

"Felix..."

I looked back at my phone.

"Just a word of advice... don't ever say fucking and sister in the same sentence ever again."

I rolled my eyes.

"You really hate her now. What did she do?" My sister raised her eyebrow.

"Jackson..." I muttered. Felicity sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Oh yikes... sorry." She apologized. I shook my head and waved a hand through the air. "Whatever... I should go so I can wash this out of my hair."

"You're supposed to leave it in for thirty minutes."

"I don't care."

"Alrighty, well then, bye I guess."

"Bye." I sighed, hanging up.

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I cleared the mirror of the condensation and looked in it. I couldn't really tell the difference but my hair was still wet so I decided to let it dry before actually getting a look at my newly dyed hair.

It dried all floofy and was in my eyes so I decided it was time for a haircut. The scissors I used were definitely not hair cutting scissors but they did the trick. I've been cutting my hair since I was my brothers age, eighteen and I only knew how to do one type of hairstyle without completely botching it but it always worked with how I liked to wear my hair.

When I finished I gave myself a long gaze in the mirror, the dark color of my hair made the blue in my grayish - blue- green eyes stand out more. I liked the look and hoped other would too. I just have to update all my socials and profile pictures now.

Speaking of updating, I should find a job and a good paying one too, so I don't have to keep putting off rent but highly doubt that's going to happen before I get evicted.

I sat on my bed, in my sweatpants and t-shirt with my personal laptop I haven't touched in some time. I got a free laptop from the school and used that for classes but since I had to turn it back in, I had to use my slow, old ancient laptop.

I really didn't know where to start, being my only ever job was at the cafe.

My computer started to lag real bad after a couple of hours and I started to get highly frustrated clicking multiple times, jamming the keys in, and clicking random buttons I wasn't aware the computer had.