The Contract

Everyone has a bad day once in a while. Well today just happens to be that day of my life. I started my morning like I normally do. I woke up at five am, spent an hour at gym, went home had a shower, got dressed in my office clothes and went to have breakfast. Unfortunately my white top got stained with orange juice leaving me to get clean up and change in another shirt. It was already eight am; I had twenty minutes to make it in time for work; ten after I had an unplanned meeting with my contractor. Turns out I’m moving out a day earlier than planned. On the main road two of my Audi tires went flat. Two! I only carry around one spare tire. If I didn’t know better I’d say someone put a spell on me, most likely my dad. After getting both tires fixed by someone from the company where I recently bought my car; I was already one and a half hour late. Running into the office like a crazy woman I mistakenly ran into my boss, who fired me immediately yelling ‘this job is not for you’. “I have no idea what happen, Cassie . Today is just a really bad day for me,” I stare at my reflection in the mirror as I complain to my friend. Dye my hair red and call me a clown. My black hair was a mess, my new white shirt had coffee stains, my pencil skirt was badly wrinkled and there was a pimple on my nose. “Don’t touch it! Just apply some of this bio oil and it will be gone by tomorrow morning and drink plenty of water,” Cassie Parker is a life saver. She walked with practically all her dresser and half her closet in her big PLT rose gold bag. That bag was like the one Santa carried around, small but contains a lot of items. You wouldn’t want to hold it if she asks you to. For as long as I can remember that’s just how she is. She says it’s for emergencies and in my case that’s exactly what this is. Right after I got fired and went in the bathroom to cry my eyes out she had rushed in and close the door behind her. “Okay this is what you’ll do,” She pace back and forth brushing her blonde hair over her shoulders whenever it failed to stay out of the way. She was wearing a white pants suit which looks so good on her. She looked like she belonged on the cover of vogue instead of working here as a social worker. She took out a packet of wipes from her bag and hand it over to me, “Clean yourself up, I’ll find something for you to wear.” I pull the buttons on my blouse and wipe the sticky parts of my skin. “This will look so cute on you,” She handed me a cream color dress. I give her a weird look, “I appreciate what you are doing Cassie, but don’t you think this will be a little too tight for me?” “I am a hundred and sixteen pounds and you’re a hundred and twenty. How tight you think it’d be?” “When did you go from a hundred and eighteen to a hundred and sixteen?” She bit her lip, “Ever since I start drinking that weight loss yucky stuff and kicked chocolate to the curve. Now just try it on.” I roll my grey eyes at her and did what I was told. Just like I thought the dress was tight—beautiful but like a freaking second skin. “On the brighter side it does look good on you,” She played with her gold hoop earring before brushing a brush through my hair. “There, there. Now that you look decent why don’t you go get something to eat, I’ll clear your desk, okay?” I hug her, “Thanks Cassie you’re the best.” “I know, now get your ass out of here,” She says with confidence.             “Not again,” I whined. There was traffic and I was strongly craving for a mimosa and a wine slice. Nothing should come between me and my crave for food especially when I’m having a horrible day. I parked my car at the side of the road; pulling Cassie designer shades over my eyes I grab my white clutch and got out of the car. Head held high, hips swaying. I might be having a bad day but no one has to know that. “Miss I’m afraid you’ll have to step back,” A red head put her hand out stopping me. “Excuse me?” I remove my shades to gawp down at her. She was a few inches shorter and had no sense of fashion. “There’s a movie shooting here staring Matthew Jensen.” “Listen and listen good, lady. I don’t give a damn about your movie and who the hell is Matthew Jensen?” I put a finger up to silence her, “I don’t care, just get out of my way.” I pushed past her hearing her scream for security. I disregard the pandemonium behind me and continue to make my way towards my favourite restaurant in LA. My phone starts to ring inside my clutch, I search for it while walking; which later turned out to be a very bad idea. I ended up bumping into someone who spilled their strawberry smoothie on my new dress. I bite my lip and nod as if I was being asked a question. “Just f*****g great!” I yell, “Why the hell don’t you look where you’re going?!” “Don’t yell at our star actor that’s my job!” A man in a black hat and a few papers in hand rush towards me, “How the hell did she get on set?!” “I don’t give a horse s**t. Your star actor just spilled his smoothie on me.” “Y-” “I’ll handle it Henry,” The voice in front of me interrupt. It was the ‘star actor’ the i***t who spilled his smoothie on me; luckily it wasn’t a hot beverage. He stare down at me with hazel eyes. If Cassie was describing him she would probably say that he’s a really hot guy, with black hair a god-like face, pretty eyes and guess that he’s six feet two inches; but I’ll describe him as the i***t who spilled his smoothie on me. “Do you know who I am?” “Like I told your friend over there, I don’t care who you are. You could even be a freaking prince for all I care. Now get out of my way,” He glare at me. Another male voice chuckles, “I like her Matt. I think she would be great.” “For what?” I was handed a few wet napkins and a ugly shirt marked ‘Mr. Wrong’. My first guess is that’s the stupid name for the movie and this i***t was Mr. Wrong. “We can’t talk about it here. Follow me,” Curiosity killed the cat and here I am following two complete strangers. Good thing I’m not a cat. “His fake girlfriend,” The man told me as soon as we step into a trailer. The only people in here was the actor I’ve never heard of and his Will Smith look alike agent. “Are you kidding me?” I ask the same time Mr. Wrong said, " “No way.” “Come on both of you it will be great,” The man turn to me with a smile. “I’m Lance, as you must know this is Matthew and you are?” “Actually I don’t know him and my name is Gianna Valentino not that it’s any of your business,” He give me an odd look while Mr. Unknown actor looked like he gave zero f***s. “The debate, Breathe Out, 37 sinners, that short scene from Delivering Olivia, Love and other lies?” I stare at him completely clueless. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” “Fine,” Lance sigh. “Matthew needs someone to play his girlfriend—” I chuckle, “What, no girl wants to be the real deal?” Matthew roll his eyes, “Okay that’s it. Lance I’m going back on set.” “Wait,” Lance calls out, “It’s your reputation we are talking about here. Gianna can help—” “I never agreed to any of this,” I state the facts, who do he think I am? What does he think this is, one of his silly movies that I haven’t even heard of? “Gianna we have to get this show on the road but can you please meet us here tomorrow at noon. I promise there will be no more problems, I’ll even buy you a new dress.” “Whatever,” I make my way past them and out of the small room. “I will take that as a yes,” I heard Lance say. Too bad for them I don’t date celebrities for real or for fake. Just like Lorenzo, Tyler and Drew  they will all lie to me then it will end up with me dumping them or them dumping me. For as long as I can remember my love life is trash and that will never change.