ik how can she start a new story without finishing her last ? well the idea was just stuck in my head. Please forgive me.

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Laura's pov

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Smack.

"I'm up. I'm up" I hate mornings but today's the first day of my new job as a bounty hunter. To be honest I thought it would be a lot harder to get this job but the boss is a perv and I got curves so yea.

But don't get it twisted I don't go flaunting my good looks all Willy dilly! I only do it when I don't feel like getting all smart Laura on them. It didn't take a lot either all I had to do was a swishy walk in a couple hair-flips and then sashay outta there. BA-BAM!

20 minutes later I gotta call saying I got the job. I mean not to be cocky but I'm pretty awesome. Any who, my first "job" is today I have to be there at 7:30a.m and it's currently 6:30. Oh shit I only got an hour to get ready fuck, fuck, and fuck!

Why the hell would I set my alarm for 6 fucking 30? I hurriedly run into my bathroom to take a quick shower and wash my hair. Since I only have an hour I guess my hair is going to have to stay in its natural state which is basically just straight at the top then wavy at the bottom.

As I get out the shower I grab a towel wrap it around me and go straight towards the sink and mirror. I quickly but efficiently brush my teeth and wash my face. I apply some mascara and some red lip-stick. I decide to throw my hair into a high ponytail. Then go to get dressed.

6:45. okay time to get dressed. I put on a matching bra and under-ware set and go straight to my closet. I pull out some black shorts, a black tank-top, and red and black flannel I leave the flannel un-buttoned and go get my all black low top converse, I grab my phone, keys, and leave my condo, but not without grabbing a donut. I get in my red mustang and speed off.

7:05. perfect. I guess while I'm driving I'll give you my background story. So I am Laura Marano. I was born and raised in California. My father owns a very popular Italian restaurant called Marano's. I know so original. Any who my father is very rich hence the car and condo. But I refuse to be a waitress for the rest of my life. My father was actually pleased that I decided to branch out on my own.

He says if I ever need help all I have to do is call him. I am 23 years old. I graduated from Duke. I majored in law. But lord knows how long it'll take for me to actually become a well-known lawyer. So I decided I'll hold off on lawyering and do something fun. What's more fun then becoming a bounty hunter? Speaking of, I'm at the office now. I walk in and say hey to the receptionist. I think her name is Raini.

Once I sign in I head to my office. Huh I have my own office.

"Hey chica!"

"Hey Raini!" we hug then she invites me to breakfast so of course I say yes how can I refuse. Since Einstein's Bagels is just across the street we decide to walk.

"Oh yea, Elliot told me he had your first job ready."

"Yessss. I can't wait to kick some bad ass's asses."

"Yeahh. Sureeee."

"I'm serious. I know a thing or two about giving some one an ass whooping."

"Of course you do."

"Raini I'm being so serious. I might be small but I can beat them all from big and burly to 10 feet tall." Though whining like a 4 year old probably didn't help my case. But I'm pretty sure turning that statement into a jingle helped to redeemed myself.

"When did you make that up?" or not.

"Just recently. Thank you very much. See I'm not only tough but I'm also smart."

"Mhmm"

"Raini, believe it or not but your soon to be best friend is a total bad ass who can beat ass whenever she needs to, but don't worry if someone ever approaches you the wrong way I'll fight them for you. You're welcome in advance."

"Oh gee thanks so much Laura. But I hate to push you off your extremely imaginary pedestal but we usually don't get the bad bad guys just the people who miss a few court dates for some speeding tickets or violations. But I promise whenever I do get the bad bad guys you'll be the 1st one I call to protect me."

"Hell yeah you better call me. When there's some one scary in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? Laura Marano!" {Sing in ghost buster style.}

"Wow how original."

"Shut up!"

{Back At The Office}

"Hey babe."

"I'm not your babe Elliot."

"Whatever I'm just here to remind you to take your case home with you to study and look over. It should be in your mailbox in the mail room. Yours is mailbox number 14."

"Okay cool. Thanks."

"No prob babe."

"I'm not your babe Elliot."

"Yet."

Before I could respond he darted away. "Perv."

{7 hours later}

"Bye Raini. Call me later."

"Bye Laur. Definitely."

I walk outta my office and go to the mail room to retrieve my file. The name on the tab reads… Ross Lynch. That name sounds really familiar. Ehhh it's probably nothing

{At her condo}

I finally get into my condo and it feels as if someone else is here.

Ehh it's probably nothing. I go into my room and get ready to take my shower. Once I get out I smell something. Pizza? I didn't order pizza. I quickly put on my sponge-bob shorts and baby blue cami. I leave my hair wet because who the fuck has time to blow dry their hair when someone can possibly be burglarizing their condo. Not this gal!

I grab a pillow off my bed and head into the living room. I kind of forgot I had 2 steps leading out of my bedroom and fall straight on my face with my butt in the air.

I hear a chuckle and grasp onto the space that the pillow was supposed to be but as soon as I was going to grasp it, it was snatched out of my hands.

"Hey! Give it back so I can beat your ass."

"You haven't changed one bit have you Laur?"

That voice was way too familiar. A voice I tried to forget. "Ugghhh. Ross?" he then grabs my hand and helps me up.

"The one and only. And might I say your ass looks delicious in those shorts." He says pulling the strings of the shorts and me along with them closer to him. Huh he's still a player. Well I can play this game too. "Too bad you can't have it." I say into his ear nibbling it slightly then walk away.

"So you've ordered pizza?"

"Umm, yeah, yeah I ordered pizza." He mumbles dumbly. I still got it.

"No need to repeat what I just said."

"Shut up." Aaww is that a tinge of pink I see on his cheeks?

His eyes then flicker to my purse and see his name. "Why is my name on your file?" "Oh I guess I forgot to mention I'm a bounty hunter and I guess you're my next job."

"I'm surprised you told me the truth. You see Laur I've been watching you for a while now..." he says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Creepy." I note with a shudder.

"Anyway I need you to help me."

"Now why would I do that?" who the hell does he take me for some, some, nice helper person who helps people who need help?!

"Because you still love me. Duh."

"1: I never said I loved you 2: that was just a one night stand. And 3: how do you know where I live?" WTF?

"1: you didn't have to tell me. I already knew. 2: it was more than a one night stand, and you know that. And 3: Linkedin. Duh." Cocky ass bastard.

"What ever. AND STOP SAYING DUH. You got 10 seconds to tell me why you're here. After that I'm cuffing you and taking you in." yea good job putting your foot down Laur.

"Okay, okay I'm here because I need your help." No fucking shit!

"With…"

"With proving my innocence….Duh"

The actual fuck? And did he say duh again?


A/N: so what do you think? yay or nay? R&R! Please and thankyou!