Fifty Shades of Jeremike

Chapter 3~

--- Jeremy's POV ---

A few days later

Scott and I sat in a cafè, me, half asleep, and Scott full of energy.

"Sorry again for making you do my work," Scott apologized.

"It's fine, I should've seen I coming.." I yawned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Scott chuckled.

"Knowing you, family shit or not, I'd end up doing it." I smirked.

"Nu uh!" He pushed me slightly.

"You know it's true," I sat back in my seat

"Only like.. 60% true." He shrugged.

"More like 101% but okay." I rolled my eyes. I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw an e-mail from Fazbears Entertainment.

Jeremy Fitzgerald,
We're sending you this email informing you that Mr. Schmidt has requested to see you once again. If you accept, be here at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon. If you decline, simply reply to this email.
Best wishes,
Fazbears Entertainment

"Oh yay.." I sighed.

"What?" Scott looked over at my phone.

"Mr. Schmidt wants to see me again.." I leaned back in my seat.

"For what?" He asked.

"It didn't say.. Should I go?" I put my phone back in my pocket.

"It depends.. I mean the way you talked about Mr. Schmidt for the past few days shows you obviously like him so-"

"What?!" I said a bit too loudly.

"Don't deny it, Jeremy. Everytime I bring him up you blush and change the subject." He smirked, "You want him, don't you~"

"Shut up!" I crossed my arms as I felt my face heat up. He wasn't wrong, but we were in public.

He laughed, "Dude just go. It'll give you two more time to talk or fuck or learn about each other's lives.."

I felt my blush grow even more. I looked away, hoping Scott wouldn't notice me blush. He did have a point, I'd have to see Mr. Sc-

Mike.

I'd have to see Mike later if I wanted to get close to him.

Not like that.

Not like that at all.

Yet.

-

Choosing what to wear was a hard decision. I didn't know if I should dress casually or professionally. He'd requested to see me, so I would assume it's somewhat professional. However he did give me his phone number and his first name, rather than using his business name. Would that make us friends? I decided to wing it and just put on a hoodie and jeans. If it isn't what he wants shame on me.

-

I got off the bus and walked towards the building, knowing I was a bit early. It was 3:12 and it would only take about five minutes to walk there. After a few minutes of walking, I finally made it. It felt weird going in empty handed and wearing a hoodie. It kind of bothered me. I had to shrug it off, though. I walked inside and received a few states from everybody. I ignored them and walked up to the desk.

"I-I'm here for Mi- Mr. Schmidt." I corrected myself, "Jeremy Fitzgerald,"

The lady looked me up and down before typing something into her computer.

"Take a seat," she smiled a bit, "I'll make sure to tell him you're here."

I nodded and muttered a thank you before sitting son in the waiting room. I sat back and waited for him to call me up.

"Jeremy Fitzgerald?" The lady said after a few minutes.

I looked up, showing her she had my attention.

"Mr. Schmidt will see you now."

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I finally used that line :>

Lol whatever baii

~Stooz