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Leigh was in a desperate need of a job. She has a week to get a job or her mom would send her to medical school. And medical school was a huge ass nope for her.

So on one freezing night in November she decided to head over to her friend Hannah's apartment to rant.

On her way back she felt like someone or something was following her. So as instincts go she started to walk faster. The footsteps got quicker behind her. She started to full out sprint down the sidewalk. And of course the footsteps behind her got faster.

She turned back to look like a dumbass, and of course fell. Oh and may I add she was wearing ripped jeans. She got up and limped to the nearest bench under a street light. Her knees were covered in blood and when she looked up she saw a figure standing there. He stepped under the lights and she nearly fainted. No way it was him. He was holding something in his hand with that signature smirk on his face.

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"Hannah what am I gonna do I have a fucking week to find a job. And I've had absolutely no luck," I said slumping back on the couch.

"Don't worry you'll find a job," she said trying to cheer me up. I got up and walked to the balcony. I had forgotten my jacket at home because of how mad I was. I went inside to get a cup of hot tea. "What kind of job are you looking for?"

"A traveling one," I replied from the kitchen.

"Why don't you work with National Geographic then," Hannah suggested.

"That's a great idea," I shouted from the kitchen.