Rules She Broke

Chapter 2 : Celibrities Who Think They Are All That...

*POV  :Layla *

I walked fast, pushing through between the people at the laundromat.

I was late, again.

I muttered several excuse mes, walking fast across the floor , to get to the changing rooms,

I almost tripped on my maxi skirt more than once,

This place was usually busy all week, 24 hrs, but today it looked overly crowded, and there was an unusual excitement hanging in the air.

I ignored it though,
and assumed people wanted to get done with their laundry before the weekend set in.

I walked into my boss' office to check in, and hoped he would not come back until I was done.

But Mr Andrew Style aka my boss, walked into his office, just as I was swiping my employee's card through the slot.

"Layla, you are late, again, "
he told me, settling in his black leather seat.

" I'm sorry Mr Style, traffic was really bad.... "

He didn't sound angry, I'd never seen my boss mad,
he could get really serious and uncompromising, but never mad.

Not that I hoped to see him mad,

" OK, go change and get to work immediately, "
he barked trying to sound stern,

I almost laughed,

" Thank you Mr Style, "
I said, exiting his office.

" OK, don't make a habit,
and don't call me Mr Style, it makes me feel ..., "
he was saying something , I didn't really catch the last part.

I headed straight to my locker, which was at the farthest end of the room.

I started changing into my work uniform,

Then my locker neighbor, Shirley spotted me from across the room and skipped towards me,

"Hey Laylay,"

Shirley had started that nickname,
and it stuck,
some of my colleagues even thought it was my real name,

" Hey Shirley, "
I answered,

Shirley was still a teenager, innocent but not naive,
she was the bubbliest person I had met since I had come to this country,
And I pretty much liked her.

I looked at her pretty blue eyes, and noticed  her lashes were extra black and voluminous,

And her usually wild and frizzy hair,
looked straight, glossy and up in a neat ponytail,

OK, that's new,

Shirley never wore makeup or paid any attention to her hair,

The locker room was also extra noisy, the same excitement as in the the main lounge.

As I stepped out of my skirt, a group of girls passed by,hysterically giggling.

"Shirley, what's going on,
what's up with the excitement? "

" A. J. He's coming today, "

" Who? "

" A. J, Ambrose DeCasa, you don't know him? "

Am I supposed to?

" No, never heard of him, "

I was undoing my hijab, and a pin pricked me on my forefinger.
Darn it!

" How do you not know A. J,
he plays soccer for Gold State United, he is a legend , everybody knows him!!! "

The younger girl,
looked at me incredulously, and waved her hands all over the place,
to show just how everyone knew him.