DISCLAIMER: The characters are originally owned by Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 3

B pov

Thank fucking god I got this job. I am so excited that I feel like hugging every person I come across. Though I know this job is going to be very hard. I don't know but usually the guys who people describe as 'hot, sexy, and all that shit' just don't touch my heart either because of their personality or because they come out as cocky perverts. And I just pray to god that this Edward isn't like that………..no need to get hopes high after his own father called him all that, so who am I to interfere. Now all I have to think about is how the fuck am I suppose to wake him. What if he doesn't know who I am and I do something that will irritate him and he fires me. Shit!

It's better if I keep these scenarios out of my fucking head… I have to get a cab. I would have to arrange a cab for daily basis, so that I don't waste my time in getting a fucking cab. Since time is very important in this job.

Looks like it's my lucky day, every thing seems to go the way I want them. I got a cab, and told the address to my flat to the cabbie.

"Hello darlin' you know you kinda' look like my daughter."

"Oh. What is her name?"

"Angela. She is a very nice kid."

"How old is she?"

"She has turned sixteen yesterday."

"Wish her belated birthday from me."

"Sure. What is your name kiddo?"

"Bella."

"Nice name. You new here?"

"Hmmm. Yes"

"Well here you are... it will be nine dollars."

I took out ten dollars and gave it to him. "Here. Thanks." He gave me a dollar back and I got out of the cab.

I was keeping the change back in my wallet when I fucking bumped into some one. And I dropped my wallet down. Thank god my wallet was closed other wise my money would have spilled out. "Fuck."

"Oh sorry. I didn't see you coming." He bend down, picked up my wallet and gave it to me. "Hi I am Jasper."

"Hi I am Bella. And I am sorry I shouldn't have been walking so blindly." He looked fucking hot but not my type. See what I mean, even when I think the guy is hot even then there is no chemistry between us. I have a doubt on myself, though I have never found a girl attractive in other sense, I might be a lesbian. YUCK, even the thought was disgusting. Oh good news I am not a lesbian. Thank god no one could read my mind other wise this would have been very embarrassing.

"So we both should be blamed. You are going in this building?"

"yup that is where I live."

"I live in the same building. I am kind of in a hurry. I will catch you then. Bye Bella."

"Bye jasper." Hmmm he had a western accent. Well no where close to appealing to me.

I got in an elevator and pressed the floor number where my flat is. My flat really is small I realized after looking at it again. Of course it is small; it is a studio apartment for fuck sake. I think I am losing my mind. I went in the washroom and took a long relaxing and a steamy bath to loosen up my muscles. I got out of the bath tub and changed. I decided to sleep for some hours as I was feeling very exhausted.

I switched off the lights of the room and went to bed.

- - - - -

For fucks sake I can't sleep for a second. I went to bed at one in the afternoon and now it's one-thirty.

When ever I close my eyes, those two very familiar faces come in front of me. If those were happy faces than I wouldn't have minded that much but these faces were in pain. There were tears streaked all over their faces. These faces were of my mom and dad, Renee and Charlie, the people I love the most. And when they come in front of you with pain written all over their face it's hard to just sit around, hell it's hard to even look at them.

When my mom died, I had nightmares I couldn't even close my eyes because the whole scenario played itself over again. But my mind got a bit diverted but not totally, because of Charlie and the nightmares stopped haunting me for a bit. But now, it's happening again. In fact it's even worse, because I have to see both my mom and dad die in front of me and I fucking cant do anything. It's like I am a paralyzed piece of shit…

My mind drifted back to the hell I have to face. I actually don't have to worry about paying my rent because I'll be getting my salary pretty soon, the thought itself made me relax but tense up at the same time.

What the fuck am I going to do if this fucking Edward turns out to be a total pervert? I don't want to resign from the job because first, it will prove that I am a fucking chicken, and second, it will embarrass me further in front of this fucker's dad.

I should better jaunt myself for the troubles and worries ahead of me.

I should impress this asshole on my first day. Maybe he'll become a bit partial towards me and won't fuck around. So what should I be wearing on my first day…?

Fuck… I don't have any thing worth impressing! Since I can't even sleep I should go shop for something. Fuck this is going to be torture.

My mom used to shop for my fucking clothes. From the day she became ill I never bought new clothes. Hell I didn't enter a fucking mall. Looks like I have to do it now.

I got out of the bed and switched on the lights, it blinded me for a minute but my eyes adjusted to it.

I changed and put a little effort to look good but left the idea there after a minute or two, I mean how fucking embarrassing is that I don't know how to use these shitty make up. Though I am not a fan of make up or anything, hell, I don't even use it except for lip gloss. That also very rarely.

I grabbed a cab and asked the guy to take me to the nearest mall since I can't say cheapest other wise this guy will look at me like I have two heads. What on earth is cheap in New York!

I paid the cabbie and stepped out. Hmmm. This guy had brought me to Manhattan mall. It looked nice, but I can't use any more flattering words, in short for me it's a torture canter.

I went to Debenhams first, the clothes here, comparatively, are a little cheap.

I found a red and black stripped top with a black waist coat attached to it. I kind of liked it and it was for only ten dollars so grabbed it. And then I tried on a black skinny jeans which perfectly fit me.

I paid for the things I bought and got out. I was still not satisfied with what I bought, so went inside the store 'converse' I saw a dark green button up shirt. I bought it for nine dollars.

Next I went to 'forever 21' and tried on a plain midnight blue fitted top with full sleeves. Even I liked it on me. So I bought it.

Now the only thing left for me to buy is a perfume. I am sure as hell that I am going to need it.

The only cheap perfume I can get is from 'the body shop'. I went there and got a perfume.

I took at least three hours to buy only these things I swear next time I'll shop after a month or two.

I bought a burger from Mc Donald on my way to my flat.

I got a cab fast. Told him my address and went in my apartment. Fuck I have spent a lot of money today. I better start walking from now on; I'll lose my wait also. Not that it's necessary for me but what the hell.

I was really tired now so I changed really quickly and went to bed. Thinking about what will happen about what kind of disaster I'll face on my first day…