Chapter 2

'I really wish I see him again.' she thought as she walked where her legs took her.

She kept thinking about the handsome man she bumped into and continued walking. Suddenly her phone went off. She took it out and saw she got a text from some unknown number. She tapped on it to check.

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TEXT FROM UNKNOWN...

Hey babe. 😘

it's been a long time since I saw you.😣

How have you been without me?😏

I miss you like fuck ya' know😏

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'Who the hell is this dude? Why is he calling me babe? He misses me like fuck? What the shit?!' she thought as she kept reading this unknown dude's texts. Then suddenly another text popped up.

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Did you forget about me already?

Why are you looking so confused?

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'How does he know I'm confused? Is he some kind of stalker? If yes, then why would I have a stalker? Is he around me? Who could it be?' she kept thinking as she looked around but saw no one suspicious and more texts pop up.

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What happened Hazey?

Are you okay, Hazey?

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'Hazey? Oh shit! Fuck! No!!! It can't be! It can't be him! No. No. No. No!!!!!!!!!' she cursed internally. 'What do I do now? Should I shrug it off? He is my dark past though. I think I should.' she thought and yes she shrugged it off. She puts her phone in her denim's pocket and heads home.

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She returned home and plopped down on her couch. She felt kinda tired so she lets slumber take over her 'kinda tired' body and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was almost 6 pm! She decided to take a shower. After shower she wore her pjs. She takes her phone and scrolled through her Instagram for a bit. Then she remembered about the poster she saw in the park today. Hazel quickly called on the number. It was around 7 something. The call was ringing and then someone answered.

"Hello?" it was a lady with a hella high pitched voice who answered which made Hazel feel a bit uneasy.

"Hello. I wanted to ask about the poster about babysitting a kid of around 3-4 years old." she said, trying to sound polite but was cringing her already guessed, slutty voice.

"Are you interested in it?" she asked from the other side with her high pitch slutty voice as Hazel guessed her to be.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay! I will text you an address. You will come tomorrow and Mr. Anderson will take an interview of you. Is it okay?"

" Yes it is. When should I go for the interview?"

"Uh. You can meet him at around 4pm. Try to be on time. He is very punctual." she tells Hazel.

"Okay. 4pm. I will be able to meet him after college then."

"Okay. Good luck for your interview. Good night!" she says before disconnecting the call. She felt so relieved after the call ended. She felt like her ears were bleeding from that lady's high pitched voice. But she started to feel nervous about the interview and mainly, this Mr. Anderson. She wondered how this Mr. Anderson will be.

'Will he be strict? Maybe very angry? Or scary? Will he be handsome? Will he be old like in his 30s or 40s? Will he like my work?' These kind of questions kept running in her mind while she was cooking her dinner. Almost forgot to mention, Miss Hazel is really good in cooking.

She finishes her dinner and washes up the dishes before stacking them up on the dish holder. She went to her room and did her night routine and laid her body down on her soft bed. She closes her eyes, being excited yet nervous for tomorrow as her body felt numb because of sleep.

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She was about to throw her one and only broken ass phone across the room but realised it and stopped immediately. She was rubbing her eyes with her fist as she checked her notifications. She got a text. She opened it and saw an address. She lets a sigh of relief out though her pink plush lips as she came to know that Mr. Anderson's house was close to her college. She will be able to meet Mr. Anderson in time if she manages to get out early.

She gets out of her bed and fixes it by folding the blanket and keeping her pillows in place. She heads for the bathroom, takes a warm quick shower and did her morning routine. She wears a grey hoodie with white denims. She wears her favourite converse. She takes her bag and her phone before locking the door. She buys her usual coffee from the cafe, bids goodbye to Jeff and heads for her college. She walked until she reached there. She doesn't have ANY friends here. She sits alone, studies alone and stays alone. Always. She is used to it now.

"Good morning class! Please settle down. I'm sorry I'm late. We will start chapter 8 lesson 13." their class teacher announces as she came 15 minutes late. She gets late everyday and would say she got late because of traffic. 'So, you stupid bitch get out of you fucking house early to reach college early! You give the same excuse every single freaking day! What the actual fuck?!' she rolls her eyes in extreme frustration.

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It's now 3pm. Her meeting with Mr. Anderson is in one hour. And she is so nervous. She literally couldn't focus on her drawing. It was her art class and Hazel was trying to draw a sculpture. But she really can't focus. She was worried about her interview. She kept thinking about the meeting until the class time finished. Her art teacher came to her and asked "Hazel? Why do you look so nervous? Are you okay? You couldn't even finish your drawing today. You drew it halfway through."

"Mr. Davis, I have a job interview today. So that's why I'm a bit nervous. It's nothing serious." she says, laughing nervously.

"Oh. Good luck on that. Hope you get the job." he says before patting on her head and leaving. She still got half an hour. She sets off for the address which that high pitch voiced lady sent. She searched it on Google maps and the GPS showed her the way there. She was walking until her legs stopped in front of a huge ass mansion. "Damn! Bishh has a rich ass." she mumbles before getting in through the huge gate in front of her small body. She presses the door bell and an old lady opens the door for her. She looked very old, maybe 60-70 something.

"Hello Miss. You must be here for the interview." she asked letting me get inside.

"Yes. Where is Mr. Anderson?"

"He will be here shortly sweetie, till then please wait here." she say as she takes Hazel to the living space. The house itself was huge and the living space? Dude you could see the sky above your head! The room was Prussian blue themed. The couches and arm chairs were white and blue coloured. It was classy and beautiful.

"Miss? What is you name?" that old lady asks.

"Hazel. Hazel Adair." She answered, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"That is a very beautiful name. Your name matched your eyes." she says smiling softly.

"Thank you."

"By the way, it's time to meet Mr. Anderson."