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Dawn's POV
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Lazily drumming my fingers against my desk, I sighed. There is absolutely nothing to do around here. I'm not going out with Barry and Kenny until later tonight, so what do I do in the meantime? I'm actually kind of freaked out about going clubbing with them; I don't exactly enjoy random strangers coming up to me and humping my ass. Nor do I enjoy the endless challenges of taking shots or corner make-outs.
I glanced at the clock plastered on my wall. Ugh, it's going to take forever to get through today. Lazily blowing my bangs out of my face, I started to fiddle with my rings. I love my jewelry…if only I could buy more of it. At least I have this job.
I sighed again. This place may be perfectly equipped with best of furniture and appliances, but it's boring as hell! Maybe I should paint my nails? Or maybe I should actually do my job to consume time. For unknown reasons, I did the later.
Upon entering Paul's office, I gulped. He's talking with some client and he certainly doesn't look too happy. Maybe I shouldn't be here.
Meeting my gaze, Paul groaned. Holding his hand to the phone, he spoke, "What do you want Troublesome?"
I shivered under his glare and broke eye-contact. "Well, I was just wondering if there was anything you needed h-help with?"
He grimaced. "No, I just need to convince this guy that I'm not a douche."
What? Paul is on the phone arguing with a client on whether or not he's a douche? Why is that even in debate? Paul's totally a douche, he's like the one cucumber in the fridge that has a little bit of mold on it, but everyone think it's cum, so know one wants it.
Fiddling with my hands behind my back, I began nervous. I really hope he doesn't make me do it. Convincing someone that Paul's not a douche wasn't in the job description.
Once he returned back to his phone call, Paul swatted his hand at me, signaling me to leave. Doing so, I returned back to my office. Sighing in contentment, my nerves were eased. However, I became bored quickly, so I took out my cell phone and started to look through my messages. Getting a new one, I became intrigued.
Ugh, it's from Kenny.
I really hope it's not another text about him winning some contest. Doesn't he realize how much he's torturing me with his gloating? He's an idiot. I guess it's jealously of how well he's done in the coordinating business, but still. Just as his red hair indicates, he's a little devil from hell.
Reluctantly, I opened the message.
From: Kenny
To: Dawn
Hey DeDe! I'm so stoked for tonight! It's going to be so much fun! ;) Although, I'm kinda nervous…..Barry said he wants to go naked.
No matter what how anxious I am, Barry can always make things better. It's ironic, when I was little I thought Barry was annoying as hell and Kenny was fun and sweet, but as time progressed things have changed a lot; it's the complete opposite now. Barry's my blonde bombshell who strives to make me laugh through his hyperactive antics while Kenny's my dahlia demon who makes me feel worthless through his burning desire to brag.
Plus, it's nearly impossible to get Kenny pissed off. Well, I have time now, so why not try? Smiling, I replied.
From: Dawn
To: Kenny
I think he would look great naked….I wish I could say the same for you, but I can't. Maybe Viagra could help you out?
Immediately receiving a text back, I opened it.
From: Kenny
To: Dawn
I'd have to agree on you with that. Thanks! I knew I could always count on a friend like you for these things! And it's never awkward either! I love you so much Dawn!
What? Ugh, I didn't even think it was possible for a guy to admit that he's 'small.' This is ridiculous! What in the hell do I say back to that? I became nervous and started to panic. I hate when someone sends you a text and you have no idea how to answer it back, so you take a long time thinking. Then when the person actually get's it, they're like 'What the hell? What took so long?' Then I have to think of a stupid excuse like 'I was in the bathroom.'
Ugh! Dawn! You're getting distracted! Just write anything back!
From: Dawn
To: Kenny
Ummmm…..yeah? Soooooooooo… did you do any recent contests lately?
STUPID! Ugh, I can ask him anything and I ask him about contests? Great…and I thought I was going to get him pissed off in this little texting war, but I'm going to be the angry, envious one!
From: Kenny
To: Dawn
YEP! I used my new Pokémon, Wurmple, and despite being a low level, he was very precocious in his techniques. We won!
What the hell? THAT IS SO UNFAIR! He uses one of the weakest bug Pokémon and still wins? The only fucking move that thing knows is string shot! Are you kidding me? His allocation of luck is unbearable. I hate my life.
As I was about to reply, I got two new messages from two different people. Well, I'm glad I don't have anything to do right now, I'm so busy answering my fan mail. Fabricating my nonchalant, insignificant text messages as fan mail? Yes, that is how desperate I am.
From: Brock
To: Dawn
Hello Dawn,
I hope all is going well with you. I know how much you want achieve you're dream, so don't give up! Anyway, I wanted to tell that I'm getting married! It's a miracle, I know. But this woman is amazing; I have completely fallen for her. With that said, I would like to cordially invite you to my wedding. It's going to be in Sunnyshore City a week from now and you must bring a date.
Cheers!
Gahhhh! How cute! Brock finally found true love! I'm so happy for him! This is going to be so exciting, I'd love to go, but who would I bring as a date?
Saving his message, I opened my other new message.
From: Paul
To: Dawn
I'm hungry. Do something.
Really! Our offices are literally a couple feet away from each other and he's too lazy to get up and talk to me? Ugh, he's so frustrating to deal with. What am I going to get him anyway? I'm really not in the mood to go out and buy something for him, even though that's part of my job of being his 'secretary.' I wonder what he would do if I talked back to him? Smiling to myself, I laughed. Well, I'm going to find out. Since I'm not standing right in front of him, I won't be nervous to say something. Texting has it's advantages!
From: Dawn
To: Paul
I really think you should lay off the carbs…..you look like you've been gaining weight. I mean you wear kind of baggy clothing, so what are you trying to say? Maybe I should find you a suitable diet instead?
Smiling at my response, I sent it. Paul is by no means fat, he's really toned and fit, it's quite a turn on, but I'm not going to tell him that. He only wore baggy clothing as a child too, now it's all suits and they look scrumptious on him.
From: Paul
To: Dawn
I don't appreciate that. How in the hell do you think I'm fat? Your stupidity amazes me. But it doesn't matter; I could really care less what you think. At least I don't have blue hair.
From: Dawn
To: Paul
Really, you're insulting my hair? You're a guy who has hair that's a dark shade of PINK!
"TROUBLESOME!"
Whoops, must have pushed his boundaries a little too far!
I gasped out of alarm as Paul rammed through my office door. Seeing a fire fume in his eyes, I shivered. Gahhhh…..! Snapping my eyes shut, I froze. This is not good! I pushed Paul too far! What do I do! No, what's he going to do to me?
I slumped my shoulders in fear and anticipation.
"You're not getting paid this week," he muttered.
"WHAT!" I practically yelled as I bolted out of my seat and glared at him.
The only reason I took this job was for the money; earning money was my incentive, but if Paul takes that away from me, then I'm screwed! Besides, I need that money!
Getting angry, I got up from my chair and tackled him to the ground. Gripping his back, I pleaded to him, "Please Paul don't!"
He managed to easily slip out of my grasp. Not looking at me, he spoke, "No."
Casually walking away, he headed back into his office. I feel beyond defeated, I feel terrible! Why did that have to happen? Why was I so stupid? GAHH! I cringed in pain as I felt the oncoming tears. I ruffled my hair in frustration ad mumbled to myself, "I mess everything up."
Getting up, I decided to leave and go meet Barry and Kenny at the club. There's no use staying here, so I might as well get there early.
As I arrived at the club, I parked myself on a bench outside. Becoming so indulged in my thoughts, I unknowingly slipped in a light nap.
I was shaken when I flashed my eyes open. Wow, it's already dark! How long have I been sleeping? Gahhh, did I already miss out on all the fun with Barry? Fixating my focus on the person that woke me up, Barry, I smiled sweetly.
"DAWN! This is going to be so much fun!"
Not allowing me to reply, he yanked on my hand and pulled me in line where Kenny was. Fortunately, we were only a few people away from the front, so hopefully it won't take long. I guess it was a good thing I took a nap to pass the time. But maybe I should have something more suitable to go clubbing in?
I looked at my outfit – a short black skirt, a long-sleeved red v-neck, black heels, and an assortment of silver jewelry. I suppose I could get in with this attire. Besides, I look amazing so it doesn't really matter.
Ignoring my fashion plea, I looked upon Barry and I smiled. This week may have been terrible, but I know that Barry will take me out of my doldrums.
I laughed quietly to myself as I asked him a question, "Barry! I thought you said you we're going to go naked!"
Blushing, he glared at Kenny. I guess I wasn't supposed to know that? I should have known; Kenny can never keep secrets. Stupid Kenny.
"Ummmm….well, I decided against it," he said timidly.
Smiling at his hesitation, I punched him in the shoulder and spoke, "You shouldn't tell your secrets to Kenny you know."
"Yeah, I should have learned by now."
"HEY!" Kenny screeched.
I was about to respond, but we had reached the front of the line. Barry was first and accepted in. Kenny was next and accepted in. And I was last ….and I'm declined? WHAT!
"Sorry, but I'm not going to be able to let you in here miss," the club owner said.
Putting my hands on my hips, I replied, "And why is that?"
"What club owner would let the Dawn Hikari in their club? Your reputation's so bad that you'll actually end up hurting the reputation of my club. Maybe if you start winning some contests, then you get access in. Now move, I have more important people to get to."
Standing in awe, I froze. My heart broke, my shoulders slumped, my eyes twitched, and my body trembled.
Why does he act like I'm a total failure? I never did that bad…and besides I'm super pretty, I thought getting into clubs was just about looks.
I frowned as I continued to think of something to say back to the guy. I really don't know what to say back. I feel totally demoralized.
The guard quickly became angry at my inability to move. Pushing me aside, he growled at me, "I said leave."
Ugh, I really wish Kenny and Barry didn't have to run in there like that. Now I can't tell them happened. So much for a fun night. Although, I suppose I don't really have a choice, but to leave. With no way of contacting the boys or getting in, there's certainly no plausible reason to stay. Sighing, I walked away and thought.
I can't believe I wasn't let in there because of my reputation. Is the world so socially demanding that one's status determines the quality of their life? Cringing, I swallowed hard; if superficially deterring to my dream is the only way it will work, will I be willing to do it?
I mean what am I doing working at Paul's company? I may need the money, but money isn't a necessity; happiness is.
I can try to distract myself as much as I want with this job, but deep down I feel so defeated. Creating a fabricated sense of pleasure, I'm fooling myself. I know that I might have a one track mind thinking that coordinating is the one thing I can pursue to achieve acknowledgment and contentment, but I'm set on it and I'm not changing my mind. Stubborn? Yes. Stupid? I don't think so.
I feel like correlating my life with this job, correlates me to nothing. Coordinating is my identity, my passion….so even despite being a deadpan in my desired profession, I don't want to give up.
Scrunching my nose, cradling my head, and feeling the looming tears, I winced at my reality.
No body wants me. Nothing defines me.
Walking through the sidewalks of Hearthrome City while trying to fight my emotions proved to really hard.
Heartbreak: intense unhappiness or grief or in other words – my life. Ringing through my head, I wasn't able to get the emotion out. Sighing, I continued walking.
Upon deciding to go back to my office, I changed my course of direction. No one's there at night, so I can just sleep in my office in tranquility going unnoticed. Besides it's either my modern, fresh, welcoming office or my crappy apartment and I think the former easily wins.
As I heard the ringing of my heels clamp down on the concrete, I cringed. Every time the bottom of them crashed into the ground it's like me crashing into fate. Unwanted, I can feel the pain that my heels go through.
During my walk back to the building, I ran into a TV store. Despite being closed, the TVs displayed in front were on. Taking up the screen, was an interview with, apparently, a new coordinator that was proving to be unstoppable.
"Jennifer, at such a young age of fifteen you have managed to enter Sinnoh's Grand Festival, a record unheard of. Now how have you become such a dominant force in the coordinating circuit? What are your secrets?"
"Honestly, it's learning from mistakes. But I'm not talking about myself; I am perfect and have no flaws, so mistakes are impossible for me. No, but rather I have learned from Dawn Hikari. Now that girl has to be the biggest flop to ever grace the coordinating circuit. She just doesn't get it, does she? Just watching her tumble down this downward spiral of failure has made me realize that I need to make up for the botches she's done to the industry. She's destroying the beauty of this art and I won't allow her to do that."
"Fair enough. I'd have to agree with that statement. Well, that's all the time we have! Goodnight Sinnoh!"
Clenching my chest, I collapsed in pain. She's a fucking fifteen-year-old girl! How does she manage to get into a Grand Festival that early? It takes years of practice! Not only that, but she's only doing it because I'm such a fuck up? UGH! She's tarnishing my already infected reputation! She's the one that doesn't understand! I LOVE this art so much that it pains me to lose and I always give it my all in every contest; coordinating is my life.
Running away as fast as possible, I soon reached Paul's building. Not wanting to take the elevator, I stomped up the stairs. With tears flowing from my eyes, pain eradicating my movement, and shame crippling my thinking capacity, I collapsed and screamed.
"WHY! I FUCKING HATE EVERYTHING!" As I sat on the dirty concrete of the stairwell, I leaned against the bars of the stairs and continued crying.
I dropped my head in frustration. "Why can't I be the person I want to be?"
"Troublesome?"