Chapter One
“Lauren, can you go back to the stock room and get a box of the new sock shipment please?” My boss demanded more then asked.
With an annoyed sigh I slowly-very slowly- made my way to the stock room. ‘Lauren do this, Lauren do that. How did she expect me to get anything done is she keeps telling me to do some different every ten seconds?’
With and annoyed sigh I grabbed the box and went back into the store. ‘That’s what I get for letting my mother get me this job.’
My mother has always helped a grudge on me since I was 18. So maybe I got a little drunk on my graduation night. What’s the big deal? Besides I didn’t do it on purpose, someone spiked the punch. Okay, maybe I can see her getting mad, but it’s been 2 years. Get over it!
“A little help here please?” I heard an extremely annoyed customer in front of me demand.
Now I’m getting VERY irritated. Can’t these people see I’m busy. There are at least 10 other people working here. Why bother me?
Looking up I was ready to snap at this guy, but then I realized this guy was extremely fine. So, I decided to be nice.
“Can I help you sir?” I asked sweetly.
“ I need help finding something for my girlfriend.”
Bummer.
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I cannot believe I chased after this guy for an HOUR just so he could find something for his girlfriend. I had more important things to do.
“Here it is.” The guy finally concluded.
“It’s about time!” I exclaimed. Uh oh, and my boss was standing right behind me. Now I’m gonna get in trouble and just because I don’t know how to keep my temper under control and to be patient.
“I’ll uh check you out now.”
“You know, you’re a really rude salesperson.”
“Yeah? Well you’re a really rude customer!”
“Why’s that?” The man asked confused.
“Well SIR. If you didn’t notice I was busy when you came to ask for MY help. Now I’m way behind in MY work because of YOU. Did you fail to realize there were other salespeople in the store?”
“Do you know who I am?”
“Um, a rude customer?”
“No, who AM I?”
“How should I know?” Okay this guy was a complete moron- forget the cuteness.
“I’m a Backstreet Boy.”
BIG DEAL
”Oh excuse me all high and mighty Backstreet Boy. Just because your face is on the walls of teenage rooms across the world does NOT give you the right to prance in here and treat me like dirt!”
“You really didn’t know who I was?”
“Egotist much? No I didn’t. Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
Without another world he left. And I defiantly made a point to thank god for it.
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Jerk. Moron. Egotist. Stupid. Dense.
Why is it that every single guy I have ever met fell under one if not all of those categories? What was I? A jerk magnet or something? Were those two words written across my forehead in big bold letters? Maybe I need to take a course on guys. Guys 101 or something. Then maybe I’d understand why every guy posses some kind of irritating bone in his body.
“Stupid moron.” I grumbled loudly as I slammed my apartment door shut after arriving home from work. I laid my keys on the nearest table, threw my coat haphazardly somewhere, probably on the floor. And then I plopped down tiredly on my recliner.
“What is your problem already? Geez Lauren you just got home and your already throwing a fit.” My roommate and best friend Jessica asked me. I have known Jess for as long as I can remember, so she knows my moods as well as I do.
“Stupid men! I hate them all. I wish they would all just drop off the face of the earth. Or die painfully. Which ever the prefer. Personally I prefer the latter.”
“Okay… so what jerk shopped at the store today?” God, she did know me to well.
“Ugh. You wouldn’t believe the nerve of this guy. He waltzes into the store today and asks me for help. So I said yeah, even though I was trying to do 20 different things at once. So I follow the moron around for an HOUR, just so he could find something for his girlfriend! So then he tells me I’m a rude salesperson and storms out without buying anything. BUT! Before he leaves he just HAD to point out that he’s a friggin Backstreet Boy! God! Then my boss flipped out on me for another hour for yelling at a customer! Errr I had the worst day!
Finally I took a breath and looked at Jess who sat extremely wide eyed, and open mouthed.
“What?” I asked
“You flipped out on a BACKSTREET BOY? What is WRONG with YOU?”
Everybody’s a fan god help me.’
“Which one was he?”
“How would I know Jess? I think they SUCK!”
“WHAT?” She shrieked. “What did he look like?”
“Tattoos, blue hair, a real freak if you ask me.”
“AJ! Oh he is soooo sexy.”
Like I said, everyone’s a fan.’
Chapter Two
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