Ruin My Life

High Alert

I can hear the faint beeping getting louder as my alarm clock goes off. I roll over and groan as I am still tired from the night before. I slam the alarm off, and creep out of bed. I slept like s**t, all I could think about was Bradly. I amble myself to the bathroom, start the shower, and peel out of my pajamas. I can feel the scorch reach my body, and I feel relief. After what must have been an hour I shut the water off.

I climb into my clothes and get ready for school. I put my black hair into a sloppy bun, and apply my lip gloss. As I try on my mascara, my eyes land on the closet door behind me. It is ajar and I see a blinking light. I turn around slowly, and throw the door open all the way. I reach for the light as it goes off and on. My hand lands on an unknown object, and I pull it down towards me. The red light is still blinking, so i pull the cords till they rip out of the wall. Only one person comes to mind, Derek.

Why is he recording me? What does that sick pervert want from me?

I stuff the camera in my backpack, throw on my shoes, and my jean jacket and head for school. When I pull up into the parking lot I see Rebecca leaning against the wall by the front doors smoking a cigarette.

Want one? she offers

Thanks, how did your date with Brett go?

It was okay, got hot s*x out of it

She has never been one to shy away from sleeping with someone she barely knows, let alone a stranger. As I finish my cigarette I keep thinking about the camera. Rebecca goes on and on about the night she spent with Brett and all of the things he did to her. To be honest I couldn't care less. What I did care about was finding out what was going on inside my house while im not there. Maybe I should go to the police, but I can't prove that it is him.

Today went by in a blur, my thoughts traveled back and forth between Derek and Bradly. I didn't really get any work done since I was so distracted. Im falling behind in almost all of my classes, it feels like I can't keep up. My brain is in a thick fog, and I'm scared to go back home.

School ends and another day of work begins. I reach the back door, and pull it open. When I walk inside the old building, I see Bradly at his desk, and he looks up at me.

I made reservations at Zupas for Friday night, if you're interested. He shrugs looking back at his computer.

Oh, yea about that. I meant to message you back. I just got busy.

It's okay, just let me know okay?

He gets up from his desk, and walks past me. God he smells amazing, a mixture of sage and vanilla coats the air. I take a deep breath, never wanting to breathe it out. I watch him as he gets closer to the hand washing station, and he begins to wash his hands. I can't help but stare at his back side. Legs clear up to there, and those sunkissed arms with vein poking out. Makes a girl daydream doesn't it? There's just something about him that makes me flutter. He turns around.

Ready to wash up?

Shit, he's just caught me staring

Ready Freddy

Today is just Brandly, Kinsley, and myself. Kinsley only knows service so Bradly and I will be cooking. I wash my hands for the recommended time, put my gloves on and take my spot by Bradly. As I step up to my spot by him he leans down to me and whispers.

Like what you see?

My face gets hot and I feel my cheeks get red

I cant help it

Don't worry, I like it. Did you think anymore about dinner plans?

I want to go, I do. But what will everyone think?

That's the best part. No one has to know.

As I continue to make the food, I think about what he says. Who has to know? It's not really that unethical, is it? Maybe it is but I don't care I want to go. He makes me feel things that I have never felt before. As the rush dies down, Bradly takes one of his gloves off, and taps my ass lightly as he walks past me. A flash of heat runs through me, and just like that I feel my cheeks go hot again. I follow him taking off my gloves, and toss them into the nearest trash can. He leads me to his office, and I shut the door.