Okay so here is this prologue and I hope you like it! Tell me is it good? Should I continue? Review plz if you want more! Thanks to AnaBanana0923 for reviewing!!! And i forgot to put a disclaimer on the summary so here it is Disclaimer: I don't own the clique or Sophie Kinsella's book "Remember Me?" Okay so plz R&R:)
Of all the crappy nights I've experienced in my entire crappy life!
On a scale of one to ten we're talking…hmmm a minus 10. It's not like I had any high standards.
Rain ran down my collar as I shifted from one sore foot to the other. I'm standing here using my denim jacket as an umbrella, but the thing is...the rain just goes right through it. All I want to do is hail a taxi, get home to my cozy Brooklyn apartment, and run a nice, hot bubble bath. But we have been standing here for at least fifteen minutes and no cabs have even driven by.
My feet are killing me. I'm swear I will never buy shoes from Wal-mart again. I bought these ballet flats last week in a 50 percent off sale (I never wear heels, only flats). They are one size too small, but they looked amazing on me so I bought them. Boy do I regret that now!
We're all standing together on the corner of a street I don't know the name of, in the middle of Manhattan. There's loud, pounding music coming from inside the club we were just in. Massie and her infamous purple hair streak got us in for free. We all had a good time but now we just needed to get home, but I was the only one attempting to hail a taxi.
Massie was standing off to the side with her tongue down her boyfriend's, Derrick, throat. As for Dylan and Kristen, they were standing under a newspaper singing "It's Raining Men" at the top of their lungs.
"Claire!" Dylan screamed, motioning for me to join them. "It's Raining Men!!" Her red hair was completely soaked and was sticking to her face.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but it isn't rain fucking men!" I called back outraged. "It's just pouring!"
I loving singing don't get me wrong. But I'm just not in the mood to sing to night. I just wanted to go home and curl up away from the world. If only Marc, my boyfriend, had shown up like he said he was. After telling me over and over again how much he loved me on the phone; after promising me he'd be here at ten. I sat there waiting for him to show up. But he never did.
Marc works as a car salesman and we have been together since we met last summer. His nickname is Loser Marc, but no one remembers how he got it and he won't tell either. He always tries to get people to call him something else. He recently started referring to himself as Marc Jacobs. I have absolutely no idea why.
Anyway everyone still calls him Loser Marc. To his friends and family he is Loser Marc, like I am Frizz Ball. I have been called that for as long as I can remember because I'm known for my un-straight, frizzy hair. I planned to do something about my hair and the rest of me as soon as I have enough money.
I spot a taxi coming down the street and I put up my hand and try to hail it, but the people up ahead get it first. Great.
It's not just the fact that I got stood up by Loser Marc that I'm angry; it's the bonuses. It was the end of the financial year at work today. Everyone was given a piece of paper stating just how much money they got and starting glowing with excitement, because as it turns out the company's sales were better than expected. All everyone did all afternoon was talk about how they were going to spend their money…well everyone but me. I was the girl without the bonus. Not because I wasn't a hard worker…no, but because in order to get a bonus at this company you have to work there for a whole year. So I missed it by a week. A week! Seriously!
But it's not like anyone cared. I was just a junior sales manager in flooring. That was the absolute worst job title ever! And it doesn't even all fit on my business card. But what can you do?
A car drives down the street and I get splashed with muddy, cold water. What a way to top the rest of the night off. I could hear Massie whispering things into Derrick's ear have to suppress a giggle. I remember the girls night we had two weeks ago and we shared a few secrets. In which Massie claimed the line that always worked was: "I believe my underwear is melting off." We all only hoped she was kidding.
Dylan said the only thing she said was the word hot. Umm Okay? Kristen remained quiet the whole time but spoke up and said she once got rid of a guy by saying she had to go because she thought her cat was on fire.
Then of course they all turned to me and I told them that I always complimented the guy in hope for one in return. So far it hasn't happened yet.
"Hey Claire" I snapped out of my memory and saw that Massie was walking towards me. "Are you okay? Is it the whole bonus thing? Oh I know what you need…another Cosmo!"
"No I'm good. I just want to get home, I have to get up early remember?"
"Damn I forgot about that. And on top of that the bonuses…I'm sorry."
"It's perfectly fine…no big deal."
No one likes a wet blanket. So I force a smile and show that I absolutely fine with the fact that I had no bonus and had to attend my father's funeral tomorrow.
Massie remained silent and then spoke up. "Things will turn around for the better, just give it some time. "What are you a woman or walrus?" I smiled at our small inside joke. "And anyway I believe you father would have wanted you to show up at his funeral hung-over." She was probably right. "Hey tomorrow when it's all over I'll come over to your place and we can have a movie night."
"Yeah that would be great. Thanks." She walked away after that and I saw headlights. It was a taxi! Finally. Dylan and Kristen were still singing as loud as ever when I finally got the taxi to stop.
"Sorry miss but no singing." The cab driver told me.
"You can't just refuse service to someone because they are singing." But he didn't care and he just drove off down the street never looking back. How fabulous. I turn around to see Massie and Derrick making out again and Dylan and Kristen doing just about the worst "Labels or Love" dance routine ever…on second thought, I don't blame the taxi driver for leaving.
Suddenly I see another taxi come into view. "TAXI!! TAXIIIII! TAXXXIII!!" I try to hail it, but there are so many people on the corner now, so I run up some steps and hail the cab from there.
Thank god, its stopping! "Right here!" I call out running down the steps. But my foot slips on the wet step and I start falling. I slipped because of these cheap shoes. I try to grab onto something, but it's no use, I couldn't stop myself. Okay this is going to really hurt!
So i hope you liked it:) Chapter one will be up tomorrow. R&R!!!!!! xoxo coachlover18