Meeting her

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Ken's POV

       Jess. Jess. Jess. Jess. Why are you acting this way? Just the other day you we're telling how you loved me and that you want to spend your whole life with me.  Now, look what your doing, smoking. You never smoked. Cursing. You never cursed. Yelling. When have you ever even spoke above whisper? Hitting. What part in your pretty brain tells you to hit me? I dont get you Jess you said it yourself we are made for each other since highschool it was always Ken and Jess. What happened babe tell me?

"What are you still doing here?" Jess yelled.

"This is my home," i replied.

"What? Dont you know that your not ne-"

"Dont you know that I pay bills here? I cut her off. You can tell she wasnt on her right mind frame the way she kept leaning over. "Jessica its only 8 in the morning dont tell me you had gotten drunk before you even brushed your teeth."

"First off," she started. "I only had like two drinks secondly its not your business what i do before brushing my teeth."

"I gotta go look for a new job," I said getting up from the couch.

"New job?" she asked. "New job where?"

"Anywhere I get hired. Imma try the gas station down the street, then I will go down to he post office to see if they will take me, then I might go check out the diner down by that middle school."

"I aint asked you all that," she said hitting me harshly on the back of my head.

But like I always do I just ignored her and went out the door.

The gas station didnt go like I wanted it to. I dont think the manger liked me at all. When I was leaving i had to turn down the 3rd street down the corner because the main road was having some construction work done. Of course I was going a little above the speed limit but there wasn't a lot of cars and not too many people so who cares. As soon as I turned a corner some chick walked across the street right next to my car. She wasn't even looking left and right to see if there was any cars coming, like who does that? But of course she yelled at my car a threw the middle finger at my driving car. So you know what I did threw y right back at the chick I didn't even look back to see her expression. As soon as I got to the office the lady at the desk had a confused look on her face when I asked for a application for the job. It was like the weren't hiring or she didn't speak English. I thought maybe it was the second option so I talked as slow as I could possibly speak.

"Can...... I... Me.. Have... A... Application... For... A... Job... Here... Please... Lady... Give... Me... One"

"Sir,  are you okay? " she asked like I was the one who didn't speak the right language.

After e talking to the foreign lady and filling out the application I went in the private manager room.

"So you want a job here?"he asked.

"Yes sir." I replied trying my best to be as good mannered that I could.

"Doing what? "

"What? You know packing boxes,  selling stamps. Whatever you guys do at the post office."

"Uhhhhh." he looked at me funny. "I will see what I can do. Just leave your number and I'll try to get back to you."

I left my number knowing that I didn't get it. As I was walking out a girl was coming out the same time same door. But when she bumped into me she had started a whole argument and I know I said some things back but that doesn't matter.
(A/N sorry guys if you need a recap of heir conversation go back to chapter one.)

As soon as I opened the door. Bam! "Jess!" I hollered. "Stop throwing things."

Of course she didn't stop I got every thing thrown at me from hair brushes to loaves of bread.

"We are done."
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OK. So I have so many ideas for this book but I just don't know how to put it in the book but I'm sure to get it worked out.

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