STELLA’S POINT OF VIEW
*THE NEXT MORNING -TUESDAY**
I was preparing breakfast when Megan’s alarm went off again, for the hundredth time, and I rolled my eyeballs irritatingly because I’ve gone over to her room numerous times to wake her up, but she’d only mumble a few words and end up falling back to sleep.
‘Well, she’s had enough sleep!’ I thought angrily. I banged my spatula on the counter, turned off the gas, took off my apron, and marched towards her room in a fit of rage -fake rage though -I laughed mentally as I imagined myself being a giant cartoon character, and I’m leaving trails of my deep footprint behind.
Likewise, I laughed inwardly and mentally rolled my eyes at my impossible imagination.
“Megan Alessandro, it’s time to f**king up!” I screamed immediately I flung her door open, making it hit the wall with a loud bang, and Meg sprang up at once.
Her eyes scanned the room for a short while, I guess she was searching for the danger, but the only danger her eyes landed on was me. She squinted her eyes at me, and balled her fists, and I saw her chest rising and falling slowly, until it increased its pace from scale one to scale nine.
My hands quickly slammed against my ears, since I already knew what’s to come next, I shut my eyes and waited for it, and…
“ELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
Her voice echoed loudly in the whole house, and even though my ears were blocked, I could still feel the vibration of her very hit pitched scream.
Then it was silent. I opened my eyes sneakily to check what’s going on, only to see her standing in front of me, and I jumped back in fright.
I let out a nervous laugh.
“I…you…we…you…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Were you trying to give me a heart attack?” she asked in a dangerously calm voice.
I don’t understand why, but I suddenly imagined Mr. huge d**k using this voice during one of our lessons -he-he, it’s going to be a big turn on for me.
“Say something, McCartney!” she snapped me out of my imaginative world.
“Er…” I cleared my throat. “Today’s your first day at work, darling, and I don’t think it’s going to look good if you started with being late”
Her expression went sour at the mentioned of her work, but she said nothing and nodded slowly.
“Right, I’m starting work today” then shut the door.
I frowned at her reaction. What’s going on with her? Wasn’t she so happy, and enthusiastic about this new job yesterday? Why does she look so low-spirited now?
“Meg, are you ok?” I asked from outside.
“Yeah” she answered. “I’ll just freshen up and get dressed for work”
I wanted to pressurize her into telling me what’s wrong, but I decided to keep my questions to myself for now, and asked her about them during breakfast.
“Uh, okay, but hurry or you’ll be late” then I went back to the kitchen.
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Breakfast was extremely, and suffocating quiet because Megan had a sour expression throughout, she was just stabbing on her salad.
My eyes landed on the wall clock, it was 7:19, which means there’s enough time to talk to Megan about what’s bothering her.
“Uh, it seems like someone ain’t happy about starting a job today” I stated.
“Ketchup please” she said instead of replying my comment.
I sighed. I reached for the bottle of ketchup, and placed it in her hand that’s already opened, awaiting the ketchup. She collected it, and grumpily spread a lot of it on her bread.
“Is something bothering you?” I asked her.
“Nope” she answered quickly, well, too quickly, which means something’s absolutely bothering her.
“But you don’t seem excited about your new job, wanna talk about it?”
She didn’t respond, she simply took a big bite from her bread, and closed her eyes as she chewed.
I leaned forward, and wiped off the small stain of ketchup at the corner of her lips. We both continued eating in silence, until I couldn’t take it any more, and I dropped my fork.
“Alright, Megan” I called strictly, and she stopped eating at once and gave her attention to me. “I’ve had enough of your sulking, what’s going on with you? Why aren’t you excited about your new job?”
She stared at me for a moment, then sighed, and her shoulders slumped down sadly.
“I’m excited, Ella, it’s just…” she dropped her bread and leaned back on her chair. “… I have a feeling my boss’s going to be a pain in my àss”
Her boss is going to be a pain in her àss? How? I frowned slightly, and tilted my head.
“Are you scared of him?”
She didn’t respond, but let out a shaky breath, which made my frown deepen.
“Didn’t you say you can handle him?” I asked again.
What the hell is going on? What made her this scared of him? She was so confident and boastful yesterday.
“I thought I can handle him until I met him again at Joan’s last night…” she trailed off as if she’s recalling an event, then she shuddered and shook her head in disagreement. “… I don’t know if I can work there, I can’t do it, I can’t do it” she said with her voice so full of panic.
“Oh, darling” I reached for her hands across the table, and squeezed them reassuringly. “You’re going to do just fine”
“You don’t know that” the panic in her eyes is as clear as daylight.
“You’re going to be fine” I smiled at her. “I saw your boss last night, he doesn’t seem like a bad person”
“Really?”
“Yeah, in fact, I didn’t want to get ahead of myself to say this, but I must say it now”
I paused and studied her expression, but my words just got her from being panicked to being anxious -she desperately wants to know what I want to say.
“Come on, say it” she urged me.
I almost laughed at her desperation, but quickly held myself.
“So that’s the man you gave a blowjob on your interview?” I asked instead.
Her cheeks flamed up at once, her eyes quickly averted from mine, as she looked down.