Mr. McCann | jdb

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"And what's that?" She folds her arms

"Being an ass," I grab a bag of pop corn and started the microwave.

"That doesn't mean anything, people change"

"Let's be real, even if we did date, it'd be weird"

"How?"

"You two, the other day" I shudder at the thought

"We didn't do anything," she pulls her lip into a thin line.

"What?" I turn to her.

"Yeah, after you ran out the house. He didn't want to, you know, anymore. I thought it was because you pissed him off or something, but now it makes sense. He likes you."

I laughed, I couldn't help but to.

"What's so funny?"

"Really? Him, liking me? I don't think so" I shake my head

"Yeah, it make sense now, he's always here when you arrive and when you leave he follows behind"

"Angela, he's not in to me. He's just into the thought of using me and that's it" I simply say.

Angela and I didn't carry on the conversation, my popcorn was ready. I grabbed it out the microwave, shook it up a bit before popping one in my mouth. 

The thought of her boss liking me was pretty funny, he's not the relationship kind of guy. He seems too busy for my liking anyways.

Besides, we can't even have a civil conversation without arguing. It makes me so frustrated how he thinks just because he's a billionaire I'm supposed to fall at his feet whenever he wants me to. It may work on his workers, but it won't work on me.

The rest of the night consisted of us watching movies, it was just like the old times that I loved.

Angela and I were heading to bed because we both had school, then she was off to her job. I don't know how she can maintain both, especially with a boss like Jason. He was mean, controlling and scary but something about him made me want that kind of excitement, even if it wasn't good for me. Something deep down inside of me liked the rush, liked his presence.

The next morning.

- 7:35am -

I woke up to my alarm going off, I slapped the snooze button and got up. I really didn't want to go today, but I missed yesterday and I can't afford to miss another day.

I stripped free from my clothes, Angela left a little earlier than me anyways since she took an early class just so she can work at Mr. McCann's building. Walking into the bathroom, I turned the water on and stepped inside.

My class didn't start until nine, but I like to stop and get coffee so I wake up a tad bit early.

I grabbed the shampoo bottle and began scrubbing my hair, the way my hands massaged my scalp made me think of the way Mr. McCann caressed my body. I rinsed my hair and began washing my body.

After my shower, I got dressed. I didn't feel the need to get dressed up, I blew dry my hair instead of let it air dry. I French braided my hair to the side and slipped on a white shirt, with a small black Nike check on the top left. Sliding on a pair of black legging, I decided to wear my black rosches.

It seems like I was going on a jog, but I wasn't. I decided to go to school today in lazy, yet simple cute manner.

I grabbed my bag before leaving my home. It was a nice sunny, breezy day out. Seventy degrees was the perfect temperature to me when it was warm out. It was fall, but having a little sunshine out today didn't bother me much.