AN: Keeping the party moving. Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Story is rated M for language, and lemons.
Chapter 2
BPOV
I got back in my truck and drove home, not caring that it was full on pouring as I cut through the rain in my monster of a truck. Charlie had bought this truck from his friend, Billy, whose son recently upgraded to a brand new Chevy.
I wasn't surprised to see said truck parked next to Charlie's cruiser, and as I walked in the house the three of them were sitting in the living room watching some sporting event even though it was only 9 a.m.
"How does it feel to be gainfully employed?" Charlie asked and I just scowled at him.
"I wouldn't know. He's going to 'call me in a few days,' whatever the fuck that means?" I grumbled and I heard him mutter something about my language, but I didn't give a fuck, I was pissed. "Seriously, Charlie, who the hell has worked there, because it felt more like a drug bust than an interview, and then some creeper invaded my personal space!"
"Remember, Bells, if they want you to get tested, they have to pay for it."
Nice, Dad. Real fucking nice.
"Fend for yourselves tonight, I'm going to make myself a salad for dinner," I yelled as I ran upstairs.
I hated feeling like such a failure, but with my framed degree in English hanging on my wall mocking me, there wasn't much else I could do. Forks didn't have the opportunities that Jacksonville did, but what it lacked in opportunity, it made up in distance from my mother.
That made me sound awful, but the truth was that Renee was the child in a relationship where I desperately needed a mother. Which was why I went to school in Seattle, I decided to give Charlie some well deserved time after only coming for a few weeks every summer and alternating holidays.
So to quote the musical Avenue Q, "Four years of college, and plenty of knowledge, have earned me this useless degree," and I was still in Forks, hoping to catch a break that didn't seem to be coming.
I was just about to put on my headphones and wallow when my phone rang. I reached for it and saw that it wasn't one of my contacts, so I answered it to see if the day could get any worse.
"Hello?"
"Bella, it's Amun from Fork's Hardware. Can you start tomorrow? We'd like you to train with Kate before she starts back at school."
"Yeah, I'm available. What time would you like me to come in?" I asked, shocked that I was getting a call at all.
"We open at eight, so you'll work from then to two. Is that a problem?" Amun asked again and I told him it wasn't. "Okay, see you then."
The phone disconnected and I started kicking my feet and punching the air. I had a job!