Chapter 16

Angelika:

"Would you stop breaking my arm?" I hissed as she clung onto me with dear life. We were practicing for our rock climbing competition against the frat boys in a couple of weeks. Losers had to turnover out at the lake beside the frat boys house, naked. I wasnt doing that shit at all. I mean I had mosquito bites for a breast and somehow a big ass. They did not collaborate at all and the only thing I looked, was fat.

"Rose!" I slapped her palm on my bicep when I felt her nails dig into my skin. I was in a tank top so my sensitive little arms were fully exposed. Rose squealed and started descending from out position, I gasped as her rope let her take the fall a little slow. She was dumb enough to not grab the hatch and steady herself. I looked down in fear and found her being steady against the wall all of sudden. She was being shown to hold her rope the proper way by someone in a green helmet. Instantly knowing who it was, I released myself and went down to their level. The abrupt stop in mid air always jerked a funny feeling in me.

"You finally showed up." I chuckled as she helped Rose start climbing again.

"I had to. You would've strangled me otherwise." She chuckled and winked charmingly. Her blue eyes were captivating enough to get anyone staring. I knew in my bisexual nature, I wanted that girl.

"You're charming." I smiled dreamily.

"Why thank you, Ms. White." She chuckled and then broke into a laughter. I realized what had happened and the blush crept up, making me laugh like an idiot.

"Angelika White?!" We heard a call from downstairs and it was the gym coach. He stood with his head raised towards us and I groaned.

"What does he want?" She fixed the straps around her hips. She was elegantly dressed in a tight red tank top and yoga pants that fit till her shins.

"Only the Devil knows." I grunted, letting myself down to him. I swear I saw him smirk staring at my fall and I felt my face scrunch up in disgust.

"Hello, you are timed out. Willing to buy another hour?" He hooked his fat hip. His grey hair barely hid his scalp and the tanned skin crunched as he smiled.

"Ouff." I held my anger, "Sure." I nodded and he winked before walking away. I felt my teeth hurt at his gross look over my body.

"Come on, slow-ass. I'm not walking naked into a lake." She yelled from the top and I laughed, jumping back to the climbing.

"You are a pain in my ass." I breathed heavy, reaching the top, where she hung out with her phone out.

"Who you texting bitch? I'm right here." I frowned. She was busy, typing fast on her phone.

"Ha-ha. I'm checking in the student council about the job fair." She chuckled, keeping her eyes on the phone.

"When is it?"

"Tomorrow boo-boo." She shoved the phone back in her straps and I dropped my head.

"Shit." I moaned.

"Yep. Good luck making your resume tonight." She swung on her string and kicked her thigh. She laughed and tickled my side, causing me to fall. I settled myself, just a couple feet below her level and huffed.

"You bitch." I laughed, climbing back up.

***

It had been two hours since we'd been back from the gym and our climbing practise. I was on my laptop, just staring at the blank page that supposedly supposed to write out my resume. She had showered once we reached our apartment and was well dressed in sports shorts and a white button up shirt that I had no idea where she got it from. It covered her ass too and was definitely a man's. I just never knew her to have slept with anyone since we met. Like jesus, what was with the secrecy.

"Hello!" I called out when she dipped her green tea teabag in her cup. I knew she was preparing some iced tea for herself.

"What?" Her lids lifted up, revealing icy gaze. I swear... I could just jump on her.

"My resume sucks ass." I grunted.

"Hmm. Alright." Her shoulders sagged as she put the hot tea and ice in the silver drinks mixer. She walked over to me and bent by my side. I was sitting on of the bar stools near the kitchen counter.

"What? You havent even written your damn name, Jelly." Yeah. She used to call me jelly, basically shorted from An-gel-ika but the way she pronounced it was jelly. I loved it for some reason.

"Well, I'm bored already and it's so damn stupid. Like, how should I start!" I groaned. She released an 'oof' while shuffling through a new window in the Microsoft Word and pulled out a resume draft.

"Now, just fill in the portions." She crossed her arms which lifted her little boobies.

"Oh, stop it." She smacked my shoulder and walked back to her drink making.

"So, what are you planning to apply for?" I started typing in my name and personal information.

"Amything that has me a good pay. I need money for school."

"But I thought these companies are only coming to offer internships." I crossed my legs as she placed a tall glass of cool iced tea in front of me. Taking the next next to me, she crossed her legs on the bar stool and only Lord knew how her tiny ass levitated her on that tiny bar stool.

"Yep. But sometimes they have small job openings and I'm gonna check if any of those are available." She ran a hand through her short brunette hair. They were in a cute bob cut at all times and her wavy hair helped her look even more stunning with it. When I asked her what inspired her to go for it, she said she just loved the look. Never had that girl let her hair stay longer than what reached till under her jaw. The front thick flicks that she had let reach a little lower complimented her clear skin and bubbly cheeks. She was one of kind example of beautiful.

"So, are you gonna go out with Andy?" I typed some more about my experiences.

"Andy? No. NO." She emphasized on the rejection and I expected it.

"You, know in the four years that you and I have been here, you havent been on a single date. Why do you do that?" I bit my lip.

"Its stupid. I just havent found someone who was good enough to take my attention off the more important things in life." She sipped her drink, "Like making a resume from day one." She gulped the drink and a smirk played on her lips. I poked her shoulder and she laughed, pulling up the sleeves of the white button up shirt.

"You, know, you never told me whose that is." I tugged at the collar. She had the top two buttons opened, which revealed her skinny collar.

"Its... its borrowed." She sighed, looking down at herself.

"And that?" I pointed at the jewelry on her neck. She smirked.

"No." She stood up and took her empty glass to the sink.

"Alright, Miss Boring-Borington, I'm done." I saved the document and she walked back to look at my document.

"Good. And man, you have an impressive resume. Why havent you made it before?"

"I have. I just lost it with my previous laptop." I pouted and she shook her head.

After some stupid chitchat, we sat in the semi-comfortable black couches in our small lounge to watch some movie. We had a good, new smart TV that helped us watch Netflix and all that jazz, but two old worn out leather couches, a brown coffee table that had a DVD compartment in the bottom, which we turned into a magazine spot. There was a large window that we covered with grey curtains and all three light grey walls had nothing except a clock, the main door of the apartment and the LED plastered. The lighting were studio lights. One set of four in the open kitchen and one set of four in the lounge's ceiling. There was one single corridor in the back of the lounge that led to our bedrooms and one single bathroom. Yes, we lived cheap but we lived happy.

When I couldnt find a good movie, I put up the show Once Upon a Time and continued from our third season. She sat with a book in her fingers, buried deep in what she seemed excited to find out about. I noticed she was usually indulged in the same author's novels.

"What does this author give you that I dont? What possible kind of entertainment?" I snapped once, she missed an entire episode.

"Joy. And the possibility to know that there is more out there than the misery we carry in ourselves."

"I'm supposed to make you miserable." I took the book from her and instead of whining about losing her page, she chuckled and snuggled up to my shoulder.

"Well, put it on. I wanna know if they get Henry before that dick Peter Pan gets more cocky." So, she was watching.

We watched the entire season that night.

***

"You have your resume?" She asked as we walked to the main gym of the university where they held the fair. Everyone was so elegantly dressed, I could barely count a single messy bun in the crowds around us.

"Wow, who knew they could suck up so well." I chuckled as she pulled me through the crowd to the gym. She was properly dressed in a silhouette light pink shirt and tight black jeans under. Her hair were the same curly and she had a bit of make up on today, whereas I was ready in a hoodie and yoga pants, until she pushed to dress up in a red, sleeveless flow top and black tight jeans. She fixed my hair to clean straight and of course, I had done my make up. It was my forte. I liked how I looked.

When we reached the gym, the crowd level was high and chatters surrounded us like ghost whispers. No corner was quiet, no spot was empty. The white table stalls stood in four rows across the large gym and the representatives gave out lectures to groups standing in front of them.

"I'm going there." She tugged at my arm and I looked at her pointing at the back corner table where a lady stood in a grey pencil skirt and black button up shirt. Her hair were tied in a neat high bun. Her heels were definitely hooked high but the sleek black pump style was worth it. I nodded for her to go and followed her.

"Hello." The woman greeted with a smile. She had many pamphlets and brochures settled on the white table and a line up of grey pens that had an A etched on every single one of them.

"Hi, we were wondering if instead of internships, you had some small jobs for small town girls like us." I spoke before she could and her arm tightened around my elbow.

"Well." The woman bit her lip and took our resumes, "We are hiring for assistance right now. You know for shadowing and learning the skills offered in Ander-"

"I'm gonna go look for some fun jobs."

"She'll take it." We heard a male voice chime behind us. I turned to find Mr. Carlos Valiente stand tall behind us. He was the hottest professor we had. Chiseled jaw, charcoal, short hair and a body that definitely said 'I can lift a 100 pounder with ease'.

"Carlos." The woman blushed, "Which one do you prefer?" Her voice suddenly pitched into a little girls. I cringed.

"This one." He tapped her shoulder and she looked at me with wide eyes. It was horror.

What? I was confused.

"I called you for her." Mr. Carlos smiled, squeezing her shoulder, whose hand only tightened in fear around mine. I gave her a raised brow and she dropped her head. I found her body trembling and worried about whether she was sick.

"And what's your name dear?" The woman looked at the resumes. I looked over at her and squeezed her palm. She released me of her hold and looked at the woman. Her hands stretched and she inhaled a deep breath.

"I-I need air." She choked and ran away.

Mr. Carlos looked at us with confusion and I excused myself, running after her. She ran for the bathrooms as soon as she exited and I followed her. When she was finally in the bathroom, instead of a stall, she fell against a wall in the large bathroom and I looked at her with fear. I had never seen her so panicked.

"Hey." I gulped, sitting beside her. A couple girls walked in and I gave them a threatening look which made them leave.

"What is it?" I ran my hand through her hair.

Her head was between her knees and she was swaying back and forth. I could hear her sobbing.

"Look at me." I pressed her shoulder and she raised her head slowly, catching my eyes.

"What is it?" I ran a finger along her cheek to a brush a tear away.

"I cant do it." She shook her head.

"Can do what?"

"The job." She cried.

"Oh my God, then dont. Please dont cry."

"Mr. Carlos would be disappointed." She hicupped.

"Who cares?" I spat.

"I do." She stood up slowly and I held her by. She checked herself in the mirror and used some what to clear out the mess on her face.

"Are you gonna do it?" I questioned as we paced out of the bathroom.

She didnt utter a word as we reached the gym again. She took a straight turn to where the woman stood and so did Mr. Carlos. They were chatting and it seemed as though he was trying to calm the situation. I followed her.

"Are you alright?" The woman asked as soon as we reached. Mr. Carlos visibly gulped and I waited for to respond. She only nodded.

"Well, um, do you want the job? Mr. Carlos says you are great with organizing and we could use someone with that skill set along with the shadowing." She smiled brightly.

"I can do it." She assured her but it seemed as though it was an assurance to herself.

"I told you-" Mr. Carlos started, "Our Selene is perfect for this." He tapped her shoulder and she sagged again.