Our First (BWWM)

1

My day couldn't get any worse.

I'm running an hour late because I spilled my whole cup of coffee on myself when I got bumped into at Starbucks. I had to go back home and take another shower and get dressed again. What makes it even worse is that my job is all the way across town, which is thirty minutes to get there. That's if traffic isn't hectic.

This is my first time being late to work. When you're a perfectionist, this is not acceptable. Anxiety came at me like a wrecking ball when I realized how late I was. I hope my boss can give me a chance to explain myself and not be so hard on me, considering the fact she's the boss from hell.

I finally got to work and went into the parking garage, quickly finding a parking space. Once I spotted one I quickly parked before grabbing my stuff and rushing inside.

When I got into the lobby I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out to see that I got a text message from my best friend Claire, who also works with me, saying:

'Vanessa, where the hell are you?! Ms. Mitchell is pissed about you being late.'

I groaned and quickly texted back:

'I'm in the elevator now. I'll tell you what happened later.'

I let out a jagged breath as I got off the elevator and headed down to the photo studio. When I walked in the first person I saw locked eyes with mine, staring intensively at me before walking towards me with a contempt look. "Well, well, well. Look who've decided to show up for work."

"Ms. Mitchell, I can explain-"

She held her hand up for me to stop talking. "And the fact that you didn't even bother to call puzzles me."

"I'm sorry, Ms.-"

"Stop talking!" She yelled, making everyone in the room go silent. "Just because I promoted you to be head of the photography department doesn't mean that you can come into work whenever you feel like it." She let out a tiring sigh as she ran a hand through her blonde shoulder length hair. "I knew I shouldn't have put a black person in this type of position."

My mouth dropped at the ignorant comment. I glanced over at Claire and she was looking how I looked. "Excuse me?"

"I didn't even know why my assistant hired you." She continued. "People like you don't belong here."

My blood was boiling at this point. "You are a sick, twisted human being and a racist. I'm not going to stand here and let you speak to me that way. "

She let out a chuckle. "I'm not a racist, sweetheart, I'm telling the truth. This is why we can't hire colored people because they make my company look bad! I suggest you run back to whatever part of the ghetto you came from and never come back here."

I didn't dare let my tears fall to show her how weak I am to her. It's what she told us from Day 1: If I ever catch any of you show any type of sadness around me, you are considered weak to me and I don't want a weak person working for me. But it doesn't matter now so who cares?

"So you're firing me?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Of course I am!" She snarled. "Get out of my sight!"

I turned around and stormed out the door before hearing Claire saying, "Wait for me, Van!" She looked over at her and said, "I'm not going to continue to work for a racist! I quit!"

She grabbed her stuff before walking out of the door with me. When I got into the elevator I couldn't hold in my crying. Claire took one look at me and hugged me.

"I can't believe that just happened." I said as I hugged her back. "Eight years down the drain."

"I don't wish things on bad people, but I hope she suffers. You are a sweet, hardworking person and didn't deserve any of that."

I pull away and wipe my tears. "Thank you, but you didn't have to quit your job over me, Claire."

"Are you kidding me? If I continued to work for her after what just happened then that would not only make me a racist but a friend who doesn't care about you."

I smiled at her and hugged her again. "I love you."

"I love you, too." She chuckled as she hugged back.

We got off the elevator and we headed off to our offices. I began cleaning out my desk then taking some of my work off of the walls. Once I finished I headed out of the office without looking back. I met up with Claire again in the elevator. "I need a drink." I sighed, laying my head back on the wall. She did the same and let out a chuckle, "Maybe not early in the morning? How about we go get breakfast? I'm starving."

As soon as she said that my stomach growled, making both of us laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Starbucks or Waffle House?"

"Starbucks is always the answer." She said as she walked out of the elevator. I laughed as I walked out behind her.

We were both getting all different kinds of stares as we were walking. We walked out of there with our heads held high, not caring how they were looking at us. "I'm so glad that I'm not stepping foot in that building ever again. That place is literally hell!" Claire exclaimed.

"You can say that again." I said. We made it to the parking garage and I told her that I'll meet her at Starbucks.

When I got there I already saw her getting out of the car. I parked right beside her before getting out as well. She looked over at me and smiled. "I beat you."

I stuck my tongue out at her and made her laugh. As I had my head turned while talking to her and walking to the door it felt like I ran into a brick wall. I stumbled back to only have someone catch me by wrapping an arm around my waist. I looked up to be met with a man, who had beautiful blue eyes. The man smiled at me and said in a smooth, silvery tone, "Are you okay, miss?"

I snapped out of my gaze and felt my cheeks growing hot in embarrassment. "Um, yes. I'm fine."

The man let go and winked at me before walking away. I looked behind and gaped at Claire, who had the same facial expression as I did. "Talk about a cliché moment." She laughed, making my cheeks flush even more.

We walked in and Claire offered to order. I went to find a table and sat there thinking about that guy. It felt like I stared at him for the longest time, even though it was a split second. What if he thought that was creepy? It was quite embarrassing for me. Well, he did wink at me so I don't think he would have. But there's something about that man that I just can't put my finger on it.

I looked up to see Claire sitting down and putting her purse on her lap. She looked at me and smirked. "So what was that about with you and Prince Charming?"

I looked at her confused. "What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know, that little staring contest you both had. What was up with that?"

"I don't know. It just happened."

She let out a chuckle. "It was cute, but weird."

"Thanks, Claire." I said sarcastically before rolling my eyes. "I felt embarrassed by it."

"The fact that you almost broke your ass or just staring at him?"

I gave her a resting bitch face and she let out another laugh. "You suck. Just go get our food."

After breakfast I went home and immediately started looking for another job. For the past hour or so I couldn't find anything. I decided to quit the job hunt and hopefully find something tomorrow.

Hey, everyone! This is my second BWWM book of Zak. This is dedicated to all black girls out there who adore him just as much as I do. I hope you liked this chapter and please vomment! Thank you!