She's Mine

Chapter 1

Michelle's POV

Pathetic, that's what I am. I gave it my best in this interview and nothing.

Great.

Now I somehow need to leave my bedroom without getting noticed by anyone, especially Mom. If she had it her way, she would've murdered me a thousand times by now. Since I'm 25, she thinks I should have got my life sorted in some areas by now. But for now, there's nothing. In any department. No career, no love-life, I'm just stuck at home going around for job interviews and either receiving a disappointing email, or just a simple, "Sorry." It's mentally exhausting but for my parents (especially Mom), mental health doesn't matter. I know she means this in my best interest but at this rate, either of us will be cutting off the other, which I don't really want so I need to keep trying.

Anyways, I need something to cheer me up right now and more likely buying a book(s), alongside that some coffee, sounds literally like a dream come true to me. But no one will ever understand that. I just need to get pass the kitchen into the hallway (which has a lot of squeaky floorboards) quietly, so no one can hear me leave through the front door. But, alas, fate had other plans.

"You acting like a thief trying not to get caught means you didn't get the job did you?" Mom caught me, in the hallway, and grabbed my ear, tugging at it, painfully. "Did you or did you not?"

"MOM, LET GO! PLEEEEEASE! YOU'RE HURTING ME! OWWWWW!"

"Well, we wouldn't be in this situation if you just came to us and spoke to us like a human being, right sweetie?" Dad pops up out of nowhere. He look at Mom, "You got her, you can let her go now, dear."

"Well?" Mom asks, this time letting go of me, finally.

I rub my red ear, which is sore now. "No."

"So where on earth do you think you're going?" Dad asks.

"I just wanted to go to the local library?" A statement which becomes a question at the end.

"Absolutely not." Mom ends the conversation at that, turning around trying to get into the kitchen.

"Please," I beg, "I gave it my best and if it didn't happen it wasn't supposed to, that's what you say after all, right?" I reason.

Dad speaks up for me, "She's been trying interview after interview, back to back, I think it's time we give her a break and just let her go." Dad says as my parents both look at each other, "Please, for me, darling?"

Mom looks at me once again, her eyes narrowing, (she does that when she wants to say something but chooses not to say anything on her mind). Turning and heading towards the kitchen she speaks, "Only if you change, you look like a rat, and just for two hours, understand?" she questions.

I sprint back upstairs, barely stopping as I speak, "Thanks Mom, love you Dad."

And 20 minutes later, changed and with coffee in my left hand, I'm browsing through the shelves in the local library. My right hand going over the books as I'm skimming the titles when I see the book that I was waiting for had finally made an appearance. I was waiting for weeks for this book to get back on the shelf when all of a sudden I get pushed and end up on the floor. Face down. OMG, kill me now.

"Yesssss! It's here! This is what I was looking for. OMG. Finally." A unfamiliar male voice start yelling, I think to another person, as I ended up crashing on the floor. It was like he never even noticed what he did, and proceeded to read the back of the book.

I look up, and it's a male with dark curly brown hair, and gorgeous doe-eyes, "Excuse me?" I say, angrily, getting up. It sort of was a pretty hard hit and not to mention, had come out of nowhere so it did startle me a bit.

"Yes?" he finally made eye contact, looking up from the book as he spoke to me.

"Did you not see me standing here? You just pushed me out of the way and onto the floor. What is wrong with you? Could you not have said two words like, I don't know, EXCUSE ME???!!!" I was beginning to get really angry now, first this guy had the audacity to push me and second, it didn't look like he had any intention of apologising whatsoever.

I spoke too soon.

As soon as he saw me, realisation dawned across his face, over what he had done. With the speed of how many apologies stated coming out of him, I actually don't think he realised what he had done. "I'm so sorry, OMG, I really didn't mean to, God, seriously, I'm so sorry please forgive me." Out of nowhere, another male with blond hair and strikingly green eyes had appeared. Stepping in between me and brunet male, as if I'm a threat to him they face each other as they the blond holds his arm and questions," What's wrong?"

I end up answering his question, "What's wrong is that your friend over here pushed me onto the floor over a book, instead of saying excuse me like any respectful person would."

"Is that true?" he asks him.

The brunet confirms it. The blond starts muttering under his breath but makes sure the other male hears it, "Raphael, what did I tell you about your speed and strength? You need to control it. Get a fucking grip on yourself. Have you apologised to her?"

Raphael looks at him and says, "Samuel, I did but you came at the same time, so I kind of got cut off." He then looks at me, once again to apologise, "I'm really so very sorry. Are you okay?"

I answer, "I'm fine now, but you really need to be more careful."

"I will from now on, promise, hi by the way, I'm Raphael Alvarez and this is my mate - I mean boyfriend, Samuel Hopkins."

"Michelle Knowles, hi."

Thanks to Raphael accidentally knocking me over, my first impression of either of them wasn't that good. But now after speaking to them after them apologising I realised I probably judged them too quick. Raphael seems to be quite a bit of an extrovert whereas Samuel is his complete opposite.

Turning around I pick up the book that I dropped when I got pushed over heading towards the comfortable looking sofa with a few pillows, underneath a window in the library which is covered with small plants, enhancing a reader's experience. Eagerly, trying to get a good spot I end up getting stopped by the good looking couple. Raphael speaks up, "If you don't mind, can we sit with you, and I can probably get you a coffee as a sorry, since you look like you need a refill."

I stare at my empty cup.

"Who knows we may even end up as close friends?" He says.