Remember me by Cindy Young (best beach reads of all time .txt) 📖

Cooper."

"If she looks better than you, I’m very satisfied with the exchange”, Logan says.

But my boss chucks my dreams to the ground: "Alexa fits better in the role!”

Do I have to act or what?

"You're very good at it, I know it, Alexa. You’ve got German as first language as well as Cooper. Alison can’t say anything in German, except 'Hallo'.

You’re around his age, not too young or too old, as not to be able to be his best friend.

In short, you are perfect, even though you haven’t gotten a lot of experience."

 

Oh man, I want to start to laugh, because I haven’t gotten ANY experience.

"You also get a big promotion and you know if you do it well, I have no doubts in here, because you always managed everything, there is a grant. Accept Alexa, I know that your sister needs it, and you are going to need it too."

Logan raises his eyebrow and looks between us two. He doesn’t understand it, my boss noticed his eyes: "An advanced cancer was discovered in her sister. To remove it, they need lots of money to pay for the surgery, but she hasn’t got enough money.”

 

Oh god, if you are there, please rescue me, my boss is crazy!

 

I gasp for air.

This is private! Why does my boss tell other people about my problems?

I know that my boss wants to make me palatable to Logan, so that I can accept and get the money.

Why didn’t he do that earlier?

And how does he know?

I was not even aware that my boss knows that I have a sister.

Logan looks at me "How was that again? You get along without money and are happy?

No, you can’t afford everything and are still happier than me.

I have no relatives who are suffering on something," he says, his eyes are dark but very briefly a shadow has been cast over them, until he starts talking again, "That’s why I have to be happier than you."

This is a horrible, horrible, horrible person; my sister is an issue where I’m very sensitive:

"You conceited person, leave me alone! You know, what I think about money? It is something I don’t care about. It doesn’t matter what I get, if I play babysitter for you. The first look was not false; you don’t care about the feelings of other people in your area and you feel better than them. Eventually, you'll notice what a cruel man you are and I hope that someone kicks your ass, so you wake up from your dream, because the reality is here.

And Boss, thank you for blabbing my problems, but I'm sitting right next to you, and I can speak for my own and I can hear and feel. These problems are the problems of other people and you don’t have to care about them. Take care of yourself.

Yeah, that’s what I want to say.

I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here. I’m in my office. "

I jump up furiously and stomp out of the room.

Yes, I have been trained on how to leave like a queen.

However, as I'm out of the room, I’ve got to hit my forehead, I escaped but I forgot my bag, that I put on the floor.

No matter, I'll go later.

 

Four hours after this incident, I sat in my office and did my work.

There was so much of it.

Suddenly the door opens without a knock before.

"What the hell", I thought.

I turn around to the door and open my mouth to the badmouth loud person who didn’t knock as I recognize who is standing there.

"What are you doing here, Logan?" I ask angrily.

"Ouch, you are pretty angry now!", he says arrogantly.

If he isn’t a bastard, I don’t know who else is one.

Then I realized: He can’t remember me.

How nice, he made my life as bad as hell, but he can’t remember me.

I often imagined how it would be if I would meet him again, but it went quite differently than I thought. Because I thought that he CAN still remember me.

But, how I can see, I am not important to him.

"Forget it, we come back to the main problem. What are you doing here?" I ask again harshly.

"Oh, I just want to drop off your bag," he lifts my bag from the floor and comes to me. Then he puts it on my desk and I almost thank him as he continues: "And I want to say that I was convinced of your abilities. So you are going to be my bodyguard. Think about your sister!"

I sigh.

I can’t refuse this job anyway, because of my sister, but I still let him squirm a little, "Well, all right. But first tell me what I have to do if I say yes? Mr Kingston said that I should fit into a role ... "

"Yes that's true, you should pretend to be my friend at the party."

"Girlfriend-friend or best friend?"

"Only best friend, I already have an attendance. I want you as a best friend, so it doesn’t really strike, they won’t think that I have a bodyguard. I have certain ties that have warned me to be careful. But I do not want the press to find out and my enemies to know that I've taken precautions. So I also need a bodyguard who is disguised as a friend and at this point you can help. They said that you would fit best. "

Ok, I think that's a pretty good explanation.

“I'm thinking about...”

"No, you must make the decision now. It would be a win-win situation. You get more money that is necessary for your sister. And I my bodyguard, so I don’t need to continue searching for another suitable one. "

I see in those blue eyes and almost fall.

Emphasis on:

Almost.

 

Finally, I tear myself away from them and sigh.

"Ok, I'll do that, but for my sister and not for you."

The corners of his mouth twitch again: "I didn’t even think about that."

Ugh.

 

He conjures a contract: “I read your CV in a nutshell. You had a little drug problem?”

Yes, you cockalorum, and this “little problem” was because of you, but of course I don’t say it:

"For a very short time and it was a long time ago. You don’t have to worry about it. I won’t fall for drugs again.”

“You look vaguely familiar, it says in your resume that you lived next to me. Perhaps we met each other at a party.”

 

Oh, I am so lucky that there is nothing about my personal problems, for this reason he doesn’t know.

I look to the side and force myself to smile: "Maybe, but I would certainly remember your arrogant way. But I don’t."

I lie.

I remember him and his arrogant way very well. Remember his eyes and his good-looking face. His friends. His friends were so bad to me. Remember his promise, which he didn’t keep.

But he can’t see who I really am. I probably changed too much. I used to be a small, plump, nondescript mouse, which had no real friends.

Today I haven’t got many friends, but this is because I don’t have time to get to know more people and also the friends that I have, are very good friends who always support me. So it’s not true anymore that I have no friends and that I am small, chubby, ugly, or a little girl anymore.

Logan always looked adorable, but now he’s even more adorable and I hate him for this.

The women's hearts probably fly towards him. But not my heart, because I know his real character.

He pulls me out of my thoughts, "I'm not arrogant; maybe it seems like as if I am extremely bossy, but this is caused by work and the seriousness of the situation."

"I don’t believe you," I say, "you're probably just like that in your free time. You probably behave the same way. "

"That is not true, but forget it, you will get to know me, if you’re my bodyguard, then you can make your own picture about who I am and how I act."

I’m not up for him and I have no time, but to be polite, I say, "Sure."

He nods briefly, puts some papers on my desk and speaks coldly: "This is the contract, you know what it is, just sign."

"Bye, have a nice day too," I mutter quietly, "Idiot."

Then I open the contract and read it.

I sigh again. Why have I agreed?

 

For lunch break I’m too late once more. It’s never happened to me in the past, but this time there is a reason. Logan.

When I arrive my friend screams, "Well, did you say yes?"

Negatively surprised I look to her, "How do you know?"

She hems and haws, "Well, you know, yesterday I talked to Mr Kingston about your work, your extra hours, the little money and your sister and..."

"Excuse me, did you tell him about my sister?"

She stutters: "You know, I didn’t know that he doesn’t know it. I thought you told him about it and when I talked about your sister, I probably blabbed a little. It was for you, you know?"

"I know what’s best for me! I don’t need no babysitter!"

I look into her eyes angrily, "What did you think as you said that? "

"Lex, I'm really sorry, but please understand me. I'm your best friend, and I'm just worried about you and your sister. Be but please don’t be mad at me, okay? "

I raise an eyebrow. Yes, I can do it as well.

She continues: "I know I've done something stupid, but please, I regret that I said something about your personal problems to your boss, but I don’t regret that I helped you, because you never do it by yourself. So please forgive me."

She looks at me with her puppy dog eyes and I can’t be mad at her anymore.

"Ok", I moan, "what the heck, anyway, you told him and I can’t turn that back, but never ever do that again ".

"Yeah," she asserts.

“You will do that again”, I thought and smiled a little.

"Hmm, maybe. Now, back to the important things of life. Did you say ‘Yes’?" She asks me curious.

"Sure, what was I supposed to do? If I manage to save enough money, then Sarah gets her operation. I have to try, you know that."

"We will always stand behind you and help you."

I nod at her gratefully.

She says: "Actually, have you seen this God?"

God?

I'm confused.

"Well, this extremely hot guy! Gorgeous brown hair and blue eyes. You haven’t seen this guy? "

It hits me like a wrecking ball, she’s talking about Logan Cooper: "Oh, that guy, he isn’t that cool and gorgeous, he’s not my type and he looks very arrogant."

"Oh forget your thoughts, he emanates authority and power. So hot!"

I roll my eyes and go to the food distribution.

 

I'm totally knackered as I arrive home; this day has dragged (**?? Zerrte an meinen Nerven**) on my nerves. My sister sits on the sofa and watches TV while stroking the dog on her lap. She watches a documentary report.

She smiles at me: "Strenuous day, wasn’t it? I thought so. On the table is dinner, I ate before."

Sarah sends me a peck on air and turns back to the TV.

She is my little angel. I eat dinner and it feels like that the taste is the best taste, I’ve ever tried, it’s rice with chicken, beans and a delicious sauce. She cooked Indian food!

After I stuffed the last few bites into me, I clean the dishes in the dishwasher, and give in passing my sister a kiss on her head; she briefly turns to look at me. And she smiles.

"Good night, I go to sleep, I'm tired and don’t stay up to late," I tell her.

"It’s ok, good night!" She shouts as I disappear to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and do what you do every evening before going to bed and lie down on my bed.

 

My thoughts go back to Logan.

Logan.

Logan and what he did to me earlier.

 

** You're so fat and ugly that even your parents are ashamed of you, fat-baby," he says to me, his friends