mysterious men.
Skye
4 years later- February, 2021The sun beams into my room and I can feel the warmth making my eyes peel open. Just when I think this morning will be calm, I can feel the mattress dip on the other side with someone else just behind me. I rub my eyes as I begin to sit up and take a look at who it was. As the sheets fold over, I notice I'm only in a bra and underwear.
Maybe I should stop taking men home from bars.
As quiet as possible, I lean over and check the time on my phone. 7:12 is plastered at the very top and suddenly, this morning got a whole lot worse.
I spring out of bed leaving the sprawled up sheets and nameless man. Quietly running into the bathroom and brushing my long dark hair as quickly as possible. I begin to brush my teeth and wash my face from the leftover makeup under my eyes. I use a claw clip to pin up my hair and pull out a few face framing pieces.
It's my first day at this publishing firm and I need it to go well. Good thing I was supposed to be there nearly 15 minutes ago.
I shuffle out of the bathroom and back to my room, picking out the one and only grey pantsuit from my wardrobe I only put on the shirt and pants, skipping on the blazer.
My mind is spiraling as I make my way through the apartment, grabbing my bag and other miscellaneous things to throw in it. I find a post it in a kitchen drawer and quickly write:
Had to get to work, we'll catch up sometime.
- Skye.I drop the pen as quickly as possible and my legs are suddenly moving a mile a minute. I pick up my black heels that were drunkenly left by the door, I grab my keys on the side table and walk out, locking the door behind me.
I run down the stairs of my complex, nearly winding myself in the process. I open the lobby doors and step outside. I start to juggle putting my shoes on as I hobble my way down the street.
I look like an absolute idiot.
The Los Angeles sun is beating down, a force not to be reckoned with and this running is getting harder and harder but luckily the office is around the corner from my loft. I hastily make my way to the glass turning door and to the front concierge. My heels make a clicking sound on the clean white tiles beneath me that seemingly ring through the almost empty room, and I clutch onto my oversized tote bag.
"My name is Skylar St. James, I'm here for my first day?" I say out of breath. The woman behind the computer pokes her head out and looks at me.
"You're late, you know." She has this passive aggressive tone and I just look at her blankly.
"Un- unfortunately, yes, but it was completely my fault and-"
"Oh you dont have to worry about telling me all of this. I'll punch you in. You're at desk 12b, there's probably a piece of paper with the crap you have to do before you go home. Happy first day newbie." She gives a fake smile and nods me off. I walk up the familiar staircase from my interview to a bustling office of cubicles.This is it. This is what I spent the past four years in college for, and this is my new start in my dream career.
I walk on the side of the cubicles and take note of how they're numbered. The left is a numbered with an A and the right with a B, I make my way over to the last one, 12b, and sit in my chair placing my bag down on the desk next to a clipboard with a yellow piece of loose leaf.
It's fine you're late, just meet me in my office for a chat. Book deal meeting you maybe interested in.
-Cecilia Baker, COOI look at at the time on my phone. 7:30. My stomach is at ease knowing I made it by the skin of my teeth and I take minute to look around at my small little space. Except for a seemingly new desktop computer, and a black plastic paper rack the desk was clear. I walk over to the door with black lettering on it reading "Cecilia Baker" and lead with a knock.
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FanfictionHe lets go of the hem of my underwear that snaps back harshly onto my skin. He lifts my hand out of his hair, drops it in my lap and walks out. He knows exactly what he just did. - Skylar St. James and Harry Styles once dated in high school, which...