When The Sky Falls - Book 2 by N. Y. (i read books .txt) 📖

Chapter Seven: X's Make The Team

 

"This is it, tomorrow I'm officially noticed for all the hard work and things i’ve done for FARELLE. And other people too. I think Lauren is a big inspiration when it comes to writing for FARELLE. I couldn’t see myself in any other company than this one, I call it home. FARELLE has worked hard for the past years that have come since it was first introduced to the public. The past year that i’ve worked at FARELLE, have been the best and I would never think of leaving in a million years. I’ve been working on my speech and re-reading it every single minute of the day. I’m so happy that Marybella decided to come back to work since her diagnosis. I need to get back now, my ElleWooders. Gotta go and see ya next time." - @SummerElleW_86

 

 

I finished up my post before I left the house.

 

Jacob made good breakfast today, so I stayed a bit longer before I head out.

 

Today, I get to pick up my dress with Rikki and Marybella.

 

 

This past week has been nothing but helplessness.

 

I met up with Rikki along the way to work and we picked up Marybella. She was only a block from FARELLE, but it would take forever for her to walk to there from the apartment.

 

 

We left early in the middle of work to make up our minds and choose which dress we wanted to wear for tomorrow night.

 

"I know you guys can’t handle it any longer, because every girl here want’s to leave to see what dress they picked too." Lauren said.

 

 

Rikki forced a puppy dog face to make it seem worthy of letting us go early.

 

"Come on Lauren." I said.

 

Convincing her that we should leave work early to pick out our dresses, could help us.

 

 

Lauren turned around to Marybella and Rikki.

 

She made a face, made up her mind and finally gave an answer.

 

I tried everything in my power to convince her mentally that we should leave.

 

 

"Come, on Lauren please…"

 

I struggled not to say anything embarrassing out of any of us, but it just slipped.

 

"Marybella doesn’t even have her dress picked out yet."

 

 

Lauren and Rikki turned their heads and Sara joins in, overhearing by her desk.

 

We all look towards Sara, who makes a guilty face, then turns back to work.

 

 

We all turn back to Lauren and she looks at me and Marybella furiously.

 

"What?" I said, trying to cover up the confession.

 

 

Marybella punched me in the back, making me stiff when I tried to move.

 

I mouthed an "ow" to her.

 

 

"Well in this case, you can go out early to go get Marybella her dress for tomorrow night, since she hasn’t attended work in 3 days."

 

Lauren looks at us seriously, then turns to me to speak again.

 

"And have fun."

 

 

She smiles widely then hugs all of us, before we head out the door.

 

As we were walking to the glass doors, Marybella taps my shoulder.

 

I turn around, curious.

 

"How in the world would you spill the beans and let Lauren know about it?" Marybella asked.

 

"Because i’m like that and you don’t have dress, for real." I said.

 

 

I went through the door and Marybella followed after me, while Rikki trailed along my right side.

 

 

We stopped by a store with dresses. They have wedding dresses, prom dresses and even one for special occasions.

 

 

Marybella picked out a hundred dresses that no one could possibly wear to a little award show.

 

Rikki barely picked anything out, since she’s a jeans type of girl. But she opted for a simple pretty dress.

 

 

And there was only me left. And I had to pick something out that felt like me and only me, on the inside and outside.

 

After searching rows and rows of colors, I found a dress.

 

It was wonderful and it suited me best, it was a teal dress with the hem that had see-through material. The length reached down to my toes and the one strap was an over the shoulder.

 

 

It was my dress. The one from my dreams and I wanted it.

 

We bought the dresses and went for lunch.

 

 

We talked and did a lot of shopping since the award show is tomorrow night, we at least spent a couple thousands dollars on makeup and shoes and on accessories for our outfits.

 

 

I’m pretty sure Jacob wouldn’t mind me seeing only half of what's left in my account.

 

But let’s be honest, bloggers make a decent amount of money. I could hide it up with that.

 

When we finished lunch, we took a taxi back to FARELLE.

 

 

Sara spent most of her day at work annoying people who got in her way and re-reading her speech over and over again.

 

I went over to her desk once Rikki and Marybella went to their separate deparments.

 

Sara sighed when I approached her.

 

 

"Not only have I been working hard all day here, but I haven’t worked hard enough to get a dress for the award show."

 

I overhear her, and felt understanding. I leaned over to her desk.

 

"Don’t worry, I got you." i replied.

 

 

Sara looks up confused, as I run to my desk and write down directions on a post it note.

 

I run back over to Sara quickly. I hand her it and she responds.

 

"What it this?"

 

I shush her.

 

"It's directions to the big closet. After work, go find the dress I picked out for you and make sure no one knows about it. Gotta be quick, in and out."

 

 

Sara nodded and went back to work.

 

She smiled happily as I walk over to the photoshoot area, which was turned into a stage setting with upgraded seats.

 

I knew I was doing Sara a favor, I rarely interacted with her, because she’s hard working.

 

For the first award show FARELLE has ever had, all the employees here get to experience it for the first time.

 

 

 FARELLE had been preparing for this award show since I started working here again and it’s amazing that I get to receive my first award for the first time in my life.

 

For the first time in my life, I get to feel special.

 

For all of my hard work like all famous people who star in movies or make a hit album.

 

 

 

Marybella and I struggled to get Rikki to agree about wearing the dress she bought.

 

Because of course, there’s that one friend we all have that doesn’t take chances.

 

And finally, when they get the confidence for it, they end up being greater than you.

 

 

Well that’s Rikki, and I have a feeling she might not dress for the award show or might even show up.

 

I’m scared and afraid and nervous all at the same time.

 

 

Later today, I met up with Alex at a coffee shop.

 

Alex always met up with me in the weirdest way, she acted as if she was an old mature woman.

 

After looking around, Alex finally sat down across from me at a table.

 

 

"Relax, Alex. After all, your disguises are simple and you choose this one?"

 

I asked as Alex ordered green tea from the waitress.

 

 

"Well come now Elle, how else am I suppose to reveal myself to the public."

 

"Well, maybe you could have dressed like a normal person and not like Mrs. Wilson" I exclaimed back. 

 

"Who’s Mrs. Wilson?"

 

I sighed. A Neighbor.

 

"Never mind, anyways back to the stalker. Have you found anything else about her?" I asked.

 

Alex looks around before answering, then turns to me, whispering.

 

"All I know about this person, is that it's someone who is closer to you than you think."

 

 

For once Alex had something interesting to say and she never questioned my mind like this. Ever.

 

I'm stumped.

 

"Someone closer to me?"

 

 

She looks around again then whispers in my ear.

 

"I’m sure this one person, who happens to be a girl younger than you, is somewhat a person closer to you than you think."

 

 

Alex, again, had me stumped and I had a hard time thinking of who it might be.

 

I brushed my hair back from my face and reached down for my glass of water.

 

Just as I was drinking water from the glass, I saw a flash in the distance that caught my eye.

 

 

I paused to look around, and see where the flash came from and then I saw her.

 

 

It was Sara, with her camera.

 

She was looking straight at me. As if, she were a wild animal and she was ready to pounce on me, her prey.

 

 

She eventually blinked a few times, before noticing I was looking straight at her.

 

Who is she taking a picture of?

 

She smiled nervously in the window, then tried to escape from the right side of the coffee shop.

 

 

Me and Alex were eating inside the shop, we could see Sara moving around people as she tried to leave.

 

I caught up to her outside, grabbing her attention just in time before she left down the main sidewalk towards us.

 

"Hey Sara!"

 

 

She turns around nervously then slowly walks over to me.

 

"Hey Sara, how are you? Ready for the big night tomorrow?" I said, in a friendly manner.

 

 

She smiles and only manages to make a sound.

 

Alex stares at her, as if she’s crazy.

 

And by she, I think she meant me.

 

 

"Oh! Sara. I’d like you to meet one of my good friends from Paris,…Chris…tina." I say.

 

Alex shakes hands with Sara.

 

Firm.

 

"What are you doing here so late after work." I asked.

 

 

She struggles to speak, but manages to make small sounds again.

 

She stutters.

 

"I’m...just looking around for something to drink...ya know because…i’m-i’m thirsty. Need a drink."

 

 

She breaths heavily after trying to explain.

 

"Well do you need a drink? Because I can order you one if you want. Waiter..." I say.

 

 

She stops me before I call a nearby waitress.

 

"No...no thanks……i’m fine. I have water at home." she says.

 

"Good," I nervously says back.

 

Sara claps her hands furiously together. And Alex finally speaks.

 

"Are you okay, you stuttered the whole time you spoke and your expression seems pretty scared."

 

 

Sara looks at both of us, nervous.

 

"I just need to get home now."

 

 

Before I could say anything else, she was off and down the sidewalk at a bus stop with other people who were waiting.

 

Alex grabs my attention.

 

 

"Elle, i think we found you stalker."

 

I turned around looking towards Sara who finally got on a bus.

 

I scoff. "No way. Who, Sara?" I said.

 

Alex nods.

 

"No it can’t be Sara." I say.

 

Alex interrupts.

 

"Elle, just think of it. This girl Sara, might not be the person who you think she is. I mean, she stays in a hotel room and she’s always nervous and speechless around everyone, especially you."

 

 

Alex looks around, then looks back at me again.

 

"She just might be a person undercover for someone or something. Or she just might be a regular stalker, and Sara is the answer."

 

 

I looked back at Sara, who was on the bus and went down the street.

 

"I don’t think that Sara would be an undercover spy or something for someone. And if she’s going undercover, she’s going after someone else, not me."

 

 

Me and Alex finished up our meeting and I went home to see Jacob again.

 

After parking my car in the driveway, I heard a ringing noise from the garage.

 

I walked closer towards the open garage door.

 

 

As I got closer, I lift up the door, I saw Jacob working under a car I've never seen before.

 

Jacob stopped working and swung out from under the it to look at me.

 

"Hey." he said.

 

Wiping oil grease off his hands with a blue rag.

 

 

He reached over to hug me, but I stopped him.

 

"Umm, first you need to get cleaned up and take a shower. Then you can hug me." I say.

 

 

He smiled and kissed my cheek. I felt the sweat coming off his body, seep into mine.

 

He chuckled as he went back to work.

 

"Gross," I say.

 

He laughed, at my response.

 

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

 

 

I watched him slide back under the car, on a padded skateboard.

 

He replies.

 

"Just working on a car, for your entrance for when you go to the award show tomorrow."

 

 

I smile at the thought.

 

"For me, really? It's just an award show," I brag.

 

 

He gets up and walks to me.

 

"Yep, you and your friends get to ride