This is my firat story, so go easy on me 'kay? Based on my life's love story. Well, one of. Hope you guys like it.
Is this really happening? Am I about to leave this office? It just seems so unreal that after all my hardwork and efforts, I'm about to abandon everything. My every step is heavy. I feel like I'm not only leaving a job but a piece of my limb, or more accurately, my heart.
Let me take you back to the start of it all. How this all played out until today.
Working in a financial company from 6am to 4pm is a bitch. Not to mention having to go overtime almost everyday? It's a pain. Yeah, I'm earning a lot but seriously? Waking up at the ass crack of dawn is not doing anything for my sanity. Add to that the awful awful traffic on the way home with a full day of paper work, a boss with a stick up her beautiful ass and a coworker who you want to slap from time to time is slowly but surely spiking my stress levels every effin day. It's only been a few weeks into this new job of mine but I can see white hairs popping up everywhere on my head.
You know what makes me not shoot myself in the face though? The gorgeous girl across the office. She is so damn pretty. Like, can she be any more beautiful? It's not freaking possible.
But wait, let me introduce myself first. I'm Brittany Susan Pierce. Blonde hair, tall, paper white skin and killer dance moves. Got my crazy set of people I call my family: my mom (the most talkative person I know), my dad (the guy who doesn't talk) and my brother (the one with the greatest job every in existence). Pretty typical except for the fact that I don't consider myself just that - typical. You see, I think that growing up I had this challenge of finding myself. Mainly because I studied in an exclusive and private girl school. So yeah, I know. Gorgeous ladies just parading around. I mean cmon, who wouldn't realize they were just a bit into the ladies with all those years of being around them frolicking around with those damn skirts and pretty smiles? It's literally physically impossible with raging hormones and all that stuff. Right? I digress. To sum it up, I'm not so typical since I'm both into guys and girls.
Which brings me back to my current predicament. That gorgeous girl over there. Her name's Santana. Miss Santana Lopez. Sexy name if I say so myself. Let me tell you about her; from top to bottom. She has long brown hair, tan skin, killer smile, sexy as fuck legs and just, I can't even. It's just that she's really hot, okay? I could talk about her days on end. Why? Cause she's insanely attractive! Like if she wanted, she could most certainly have anyone she would like. She is that person who almost everyone wants to either bang or marry, most probably both if you ask me. I am one those admirers of hers. I think only straight girls don't lust over her. Well, I've heard some of them comment about her though. She's that delicious, she can bend ruler straight ladies into noodles, if you know what I mean.
But ofcourse nobody knows that I would like to kiss her all over her super fine body and hold her hand sometimes. I wouldn't want word to get around and her to find out about it cause I know for sure I don't have a chance with her. I know I got a pretty mug myself and an awesome bod, but Santana? She's on another freakin league. A level wherein it's just her and angels running around with sexy lingerie lookin like VS models. Does she keep her angel wings in her table drawer? Could that even fit there?
Yes, I wonder about silly things. I'm a silly girl with this silly crush on her. I mean, who doesn't. I can't even imagine how some of the stuck up people in this office have some not so good comments about her regardless of her hotness level. They say that she's a bitch. She keeps only to her group of friends and she likes her privacy too much.
But what's so bad about that? Maybe deep inside, she's just shy around others. Or, most probably she has walls around her cause something bad happened to her before? I wouldn't know, cause I haven't spoken to her. Except for the occassional 'Hey', there's not much. Yes, I'm complaining about this. And yes, I'm berating myself cause I'm such a whiny bitch who doesn't have the courage to speak more than two words around that gorgeous girl and take note, these all happened in the washrooms. How pathetic am I?
It's my third week in this office and in all those 15 days of work, it's been two 'hey's and one glance from her. I know this cause I'm counting. Call me stalkerish and weird but, yeah. I have no excuse for my weirdness and tendencies to follow her with my eyes with her every moves. Creepy level type right here.
Like now, it's my lunch break. I'm currently staring at my locker and sneaking glances in the computer areas nearby. Our office is pretty small. Just a single floor in a huge building with 2 wings. In one wing is another contractual company we have while the other wing is the one with us management people and Santana's team. Being part of the management team, I'm both privileged and cursed to handle a lot which includes deciding the breaktime of everyone. Imagine my luck when I found out that my lunch break is just a few minutes after hers. 15 minutes to be exact. Yes, I told you I was counting everything. Stalker alert.
So here I am, fumbling with my phone so I could have something to do just so I'm in the same room with her. She's in the furthest left computer. Maybe I can go over there and use the other computer beside her? Okay. Maybe this'll work. I mean there's nothing wrong with this plan. Just go over there. Take my feet, walk. over. there... Oh, okay. Someone else sat there! Damn it!
And she stands up, I think her lunch break is over! Shit. Damn. Fuck. Another chance gone. Oh well, I'll just go to the washroom to freshen up. Lo and behold, it's her! Wait Britts, you can do this. Act cool man, act cool. Just wash your hands, you idiot. Don't just stand there and gape at her. Good thing she's not looking this way.
Maybe use the toilets? Right. Imma do that. Cool. Act cool. Just keep it super mundane. Alright, leave the stall now Britts, don't make it seem like you have diarrhea or something! Oh, good. She's still freshening up. Just walk over to the sink again. Sure. Oh holy mother of god, I can smell her perfume all the way from here! It's heaven, I tell you.
"Hey.." She said.
"Uhm... hey?" Was my reply.
My god, do I sound idiotic? Yes, I do. Very much so. Wait, she smiled at me! Oh, she's leaving. Alright, be cool Britts. Don't do anything stupid like comment on her ass in that tight tight skirt. Do NOT do it Brittany Pierce. Shut. the. fuck. up.
Whew! Congrats! You managed another word. Well, at least no word vomit or something embarassing right? That smile just made my day.