"This is ridiculous!" You sigh, exasperated, as you slam your purse down on your desk. You have just returned to work from your lunch break….If you could call it that because you hadn't even been able to buy something to eat at your company's cafeteria. The one day you forget your lunch at home because you woke up late is the one day that the company is receiving a school's field trip to see what the average Central News Broadcast workers do on a daily basis.

You couldn't particularly say it was a fancy job as you certainly weren't high up on the ladder….yet. Hopefully one day you will be in front of that camera, broadcasting the news as an anchor. But for now you were stuck at a desk. I mean, going through different articles that could or couldn't be used in the newspaper isn't that bad, right? Wrong.

Everyone who works at this company is vicious. It's all 'What can I do to get a promotion? What can I do to get so and so fired so I can take their job? In what ways can I sabotage his / her work so that the boss gets angry at them?' Regardless, it was a much more hostile work environment than you were used to.

"What's wrong, Y/N? Did your arch nemesis trip you in the cafe again?" said a voice coming from the desk in front of you. Popping over the top of the computer monitor were two blue eyes hidden behind atrociously colored, burnt orange glasses. "Har har. So funny, Xavier. This isn't a fairy tale. Things such as an 'arch nemesis' don't exist." You sit down in your rolling chair, huffing as the hem of your skirt gets caught under the wheel. "That school field trip was today, apparently. I completely forgot about it…and my lunch. There was no time to get through the line and get back to work on time. I almost stole the crusts off of Tammy's sandwich when she went to throw them away."

Xavier shrugged, going back behind his monitor and pointedly staring at your manager who was beginning his afternoon rounds to ensure no one was indulging in a prolonged lunch. Getting the hint, you wiggled your mouse to pull it out of sleep, pulling up the article you had previously been working on. You had been assigned the very mundane task of writing about the benefits of creating your own lotion versus buying them from a store. While you were all for organic materials and putting fewer toxins in your body than was needed, you really had hoped you would be reporting actual news instead of something as trivial as this when you finally landed this job.

That's when you heard the shrill laughter of the harpie, gold digger herself, Caroline Baldwin. She was one of the more known members of the Cultured Citizens Society, heiress to a small chain of restaurants, and self proclaimed "arch-nemesis" of yours. Caroline was rather short, but what she lacked in stature, she more than made up in the size of her ever growing ego. She wasn't particularly bad looking, but since she was to inherit a substantial amount of money, people seemed to fall behind her and cater to her every whim every time she flipped her blond curls.

At this moment she was giggling, flirting, and making a fool of herself with the boss's son; poor guy. He was even falling for it. He thought she was flirting with him because she actually liked him. You snorted out a soft laughter as you thought, 'liked his money, more like.' Whatever. It's none of your business who she decides to give her body out to. You just needed to get through the rest of this work day so you could go home and enjoy a glass of wine in your bathtub with the book you're currently reading.

As your work day drew to a close, Xavier came around to your side of the desk and tapped your shoulder, pushing up his glasses and smiling at you. "So, it's Friday. No work tomorrow, y'know. Wanna hang out? Thinking about going to grab a drink with a few friends. I know I could definitely afford to unwind. You in?" You smile up at your nerdy but loving best friend. By a 'few friends' he more than likely meant the rest of his nerd gang who did nothing but play video games when they had a free moment to spare. Some game called LOLOL that was becoming increasingly popular with people around your age.

You shook your head and replied to him. "Sorry, X. I already have a date tonight with Mr. Bubble Bath." You could already see the pout forming on his face. "You just want an excuse to be alone and read while drinking wine. Not like you need an excuse. You do it at every opportunity…"

You giggled and thumped his arm, grabbing your purse and pulled the headphones out of your iPod. The both of you walked down to the lobby, swiping your card to clock out, and stopped in front of the building on the sidewalk. "Well, my car is parked in the garage, but I think I'm going to run down to the convenience store for something to eat. I'm starving!" You say as you pull your phone out, checking the 1 text message that you received from your mom. 'Ever the popular young woman.' You snarkily thought to yourself.

"I'd mention that convenience store food isn't good for you but it's not as if you'd listen to me. Listen, Y/N. I really wish you'd change your mind and come with us. We'll be at the regular spot in case you change your mind, ok? I really hope that you do. I enjoy spending time with you and we don't do it much outside of work anymore." This caused you to flinch. You knew what he said was true because you were kind of an introvert. Ironic when your dream was to work on live television…

You smiled, patted his shoulder, and said you'd think about it. Which you both knew was a lie that you were just saying to make him feel better. You headed down the street, not really paying attention to where you were going as you texted your mom back. You think you knew what she was saying to you. Your mom just recently bought her first smartphone and thought she knew the meaning of all of the internet lingo, but she tended to use the wrong abbreviations at the most awful moments.

'Hi bb! I was jw earlier and had a lot of juice left over! Do u want sum? Also, I let out the LOUDEST brb earlier! Also, DIY your father's new #? Anyway! LOL 3 3 xoxoxo'

You just shook your head at the text because of the serious amount of mishaps this woman texted you. You're pretty sure that the only acronym she used correctly was 'bb'…You laughed and started to respond to her, turning towards the shop you were headed for. That's when you ran straight into another person, dropping your phone. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing at all." Your bend over to pick up your phone, using your, thankfully long, bangs to cover up your face that was quickly getting more and more red.

A pleasant chuckle reached your ears and you glanced up through your fringe at this overly pale man. 'Oh god. He's wearing white and his hair is white and his skin is as pale as a vampire….Wait…Vampires aren't real, Y/N. Don't be an idiot.'

"I apologize, miss. I saw you approaching the store as I was leaving and wanted to open the door for you. A pretty lady, such as yourself, shouldn't have to open doors." The man who was obviously some type of albino bowed, looking up at you with his gorgeous, red eyes. Smiling, he brushed your bangs out of your face, revealing your cherry red face. "Please don't be too flustered, miss. I'm sorry if I startled you." You nodded and walked through the door, muttering a soft, "Uhh…Thanks…weirdo" which earned you a slight pout, walking off and swinging his set of keys in circles around his finger as he hopped on the motorcycle parked right in front of the shop. You watched as his long white hair trailed behind him like a streamer as he zipped off down the road. You shook your head and went about looking at the different meals they had in the refrigerated section, picking out one that had a rice ball and some chicken strips. You paid for it and trudged the few blocks back to the parking deck so you could drive home.