Emilia's POV
"Uhh... You're kidding. Right?"
A smirk grazed Alison's face. She held the paper up, pointing towards the words on the document. The words were bold and underlined, "If you sign this, you have agreed to be Alison Cooper's girlfriend for a whole month."
'A month? A whole month?! That's insane,' I thought, trying to rip the sheet of paper out of Alison's hands. She flipped her chocolate brown hair to the side, the smirk never leaving her face. Christian then walked into the room with a family sized bag of kettle cooked salt and vinegar chips in his arms. He was munching on the cut up potatoes loudly and looked at the crazy brunette.
"Boss, did the plan work out okay?" Christian asked while crunching on the chips, quite obnoxiously if I may add. The so called boss gave him a thumbs up sign and handed the contract to the man. He gave out a hearty laugh and put his chips on the table to give a small set of claps. Christian quickly left the room, most likely to go and frame the paper. How was I stupid enough to not read the paper? I gave myself a slap on the forehead and Alison shifted her gaze to me. She chuckled at my actions and scooted over towards me. She wrapped her arms around me and grinned. I blushed a bright pinkish red, but I pushed her away. Well, tried to.
"Are you excited for this month? You'll be living with a multi-million-bajillionaire!"
A multi-million-bajillionaire. Yes. I'd totally love to live with a psychopath. I just had to sign that contract, didn't I?
"Yeah. Totally. Fix my laptop, whack job." I answered, finally pushing her away and standing up. I crossed my arms and kept my hands wedged in between my armpits to keep Alison away from them. She pouted as soon as she let go, but proceeded to tear the keyboard from the laptop. How she did that, I don't know. She picked and prodded wires and chips for about 20 minutes, replacing what was broken. To my surprise, she toyed with the hinge that connected the keyboard with my screen and picked it off. We stayed silent the whole time, mostly because Alison was focused.
After about an hour, my laptop was clean and completely looked new, except for all the stickers that laid on the top of the machine. Alison sat back in her office chair and smiled. By that time, I was already thinking about how illogical I was. Why couldn't I have just temporarily fixed my laptop with an extra bluetooth or wired keyboard? Why couldn't I have finished the document from the app on my phone? How is the contract even official? I decided to not push about how legit the contract was, and I slapped my forehead, leaving it with a light red mark and an extreme stinging sensation.
I needed an escape plan if Alison really was a psycho. She could pull me to a basement and... Do things to me! Looking around the room, I noticed that there was nothing to really hit her with that would do real damage. The storage room wasn't actually what Christian said it was; it was more of an office room. A wooden desk that was painted white laid in front of where Alison sat and the design on its legs were intricate and complex. Swirls looked like the main design, but it reminded me of waves.
After I finished studying the table, I started planning my escape. I was thinking about tables in a situation that could end up in kidnapping for God's sake! Why am I like this..
Alison tittered and cleaned up her desk, preparing to leave. She picked up papers, straightened them out, and wedged them into the file cabinet under her desk. The girl was suspiciously being slow, too slow for my liking.
The brunette finished cleaning after a few minutes, leaving my laptop and its case on one of the two chairs in front of her. Shortly after cleaning, the girl slung her black backpack on and grabbed my hand. I gave her a small glare that made her cling to me more and sighed. Giving her a hard shove, she fell to the ground with a thud. I rushed to pick up my laptop case, fumbling with my phone, wallet, and keys. I hugged the case close to my chest, walking out of the room in a hurry. I wanted to get away from that crazy girl in an instant, so I ran out of the store. Luckily, Christian was speaking to another crazy woman, so he didn't notice.
As soon as I got out of the store, I darted to the direction of my little apartment. Downtown was a very popular place in San Francisco, especially in the afternoon, so I drowned in crowds of people. It slowed me down a bit, but I maneuvered my way through all the yelling and pushing. I only had to run a short distance, so it wasn't long before I made it to the turn.
I turned the corner, back to the street where the complex laid, but I collided with a body. Well.. Bodies. Five people stood above me, 3 of them being women, 2 being men, leaning down to take a good look at me. The five all looked young, possibly at around my age.They all wore the logo that I dreaded to see, "Richie's Elect-Tech." Though, they all wore suits and ties instead of the polos back in the store.
I was pulled up by two of the three women, receiving a pat on the back by the one who didn't help. The men just looked around the corner to check for something, but I had no clue what. Were they going to introduce themselves? What was taking them so long?
Someone clearing their throat caught my attention, as well as the attention of the other four.
"So.. I'm Jalen, Jalen Allen!" Jalen introduced herself, straightening her black and white striped tie. Jalen Allen had long, curly, flaming red hair that reached a little past the middle of her back. She had pale skin, and her eyes were a sharp and piercing emerald color, sparkling as she gave me a large grin. Freckles decorated her face like sprinkles on a cupcake. Her eyebrows were shaped into perfection. That's all I could say about them. I could tell that she was an athlete; or exercised, considering how she looked fit through the thick layers of her suit. The redhead pointed towards a stoic faced man in his mid 20's.
"That's my stupid younger brother. We're twins."
"Hey! I am not stupid! You're the stupid one Jalen!" The man received a slap on the back, letting out a yelp. He rubbed his back in pain, whining about how he'd tell their mother. He had similar features with Jalen, both having the same eye and hair color. Though they looked similar, Jalen looked more amiable.
"Anyways, his name is Jay."
The man sighed, crossing his arms in a bitter manner. He then opened his mouth, saying, "Nice to meet 'cha bucko."
"Uh... Nice to meet you too?"
"Hah! She's afraid of your lumberjack looking donkey!" A blonde haired girl exclaimed with laughter, pointing at Jay. Her bright sky blue eyes shimmered in the sun, hiding behind her long, ink black eyelashes. She wore light makeup with her pale skin, and her face was decorated with a rectangular boxed smile that showed most of her pearly white teeth. A pair of brow-line glasses were over her light eyes, which also shined in the sun. The blonde girl was beautiful, and had head turning charm. She reached her hand over to grab mine.
"I'm Alex Parker! Who're you?"
"I'll answer that after everyone else says who they are.."
"Ooh. I like that."
"My turn! My turn!" The last woman eagerly jumped near me, she had the wildest hair in the bunch, rocking her purple ombre hair in a high ponytail. Her eyes were a dark wet dirt brown that looked black in the shade. Her skin was on the tanner side, but she still had a natural blush to her cheeks.
“I’m Selena. Just Selena.” Selena stated, clutching my right hand. She shook it vigorously, making me almost drop my laptop bag.
“Her last name is Dick!” Alex laughed, bending over. Dick kicked her on her bottom, sending Alex to the ground. The blonde jumped back up and dusted herself off in silence.
There was one more guy, a man in a black suit with a navy blue tie. He had tan skin; darker than Selena’s. The unknown man’s hair was completely snow white, which was most likely dyed. The pure white hair was fluffy, and bent over to cover the male’s forehead. His jawline was chiseled, and he had high cheekbones. He glared at the ground in an intimidating way, as if the floor insulted his mother.
“That dude is Patrick. We call him Jack Frost though!” Jalen chuckled, pointing over to the white haired male. She then added, “Now that we’re done with the intros, let’s get to why you were running blindly. Oh yeah! And who you are.”
I contemplated on whether or not to tell them my situation, but I quickly realized that I didn’t have much to lose. I inhaled, saying, "A crazy woman tried to force me to be her girlfriend through official contracts, and I was stupid enough to sign it." The five looked at each other with amused looks, then back at me.
"Her stupid plan worked! Give me my 20 bucks!" Jay held his hand out to Jalen, who reluctantly pulled out a 20 from her wallet.
“So.. You’re like her slave now or what?” Patrick asked, still glaring at the floor. Did he have some type of hatred for concrete? Dick sniggered, patting the ice boy’s back.
Patrick sank to the floor as Christian, who came running as fast as a cheetah, tackled him. Patrick complained about how his clothes were dirty, and received a hand from Alex. Christian pushed off the ground and stood up, rubbing his filthy hands in Patrick’s hair. As they argued, a certain crazy woman approached the group. Her hands held her black backpack straps, pushing them forward to create space between the straps and her armpits. Alison stomped over to me and glared. If looks could kill, then I’d be 6 feet deep into a pile of... Shrimp. Her mood flipped when she turned to the 5 in suits, as she wore a grin on her face.
“Hey peasants,” Alison joked, “This is Emilia Kent, if she hasn’t introduced herself yet. She’s my slave.” How’d she know my full name? Then, I remembered how I blindly signed the contract.
“Told ya!”
The brunette cleared her throat, “Anyways, I’m taking her home. Feel free to stop by in an hour or two.”
Pulling me away from the group, (after a while of me yelling, screaming, and protesting) Alison brought me over to a parked 2017 Blu Caelum Lamborghini Huracan Coupe. The car was extremely shiny, and had a clean black and white leather interior. It screamed “ROB ME!” though the car had no belongings in it. The woman opened the passenger’s door for me, gesturing for me to sit in. I hesitantly sunk down to the leather seat, tucking my legs into the car. She shut the door and ran around the car to jump in. Locking the doors, she turned on the engine.
Turning her head to look behind the head cushions, she placed her hand behind my own cushion. She pulled out of her parking spot and made her way to her house. I looked out of the window, not wanting to talk with her. The speakers in her car blasted out the latest songs, in most genres. An awkward cough disrupted the silence, along with her trying to get my attention.
“Let’s get to know each other!”
“No.”
“Okay…” Alison trailed off, disappointed about the automatic rejection. She tapped on the steering wheel, annoying the ever living bejesus out of me.
A growl from me made her smirk and tap louder on the steering wheel. To add onto tapping, Alison started singing horribly.
“CAUGHT IN A LIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!” She screamed to the music, moving one of her hands off of the wheel and swinging it to the beat. After the english part, the rest was gibberish to me. Was it Korean? It sounded like it..
I slapped her arm, causing her to quiet down and whine. The rest of the ride consisted of, “You probably bruised my perfect skin” and, “how dare you”’s.
When we got to her humble abode, Alison opened my side’s door. I got out, shutting the door for her. A rush of the cold air hit my skin, and I felt goosebumps and small hairs rising. My laptop bag sat in the brunette’s car, abandoned. Grabbing my arm, the young woman tried to pull me across the driveway and to a tall door. The lady was tough and extremely strong. Protesting and swinging my arm to get out of her grip—which didn’t work as well as I wanted it to, delayed our movement. I screamed for help, but no one came.
“No one can hear you, rich people are deaf.” Alison joked, most likely trying to get me to calm down. I would be stupid to just give up easily! I might as well put up a fight while I can, maybe to convince her that she didn’t want me? Vigorously shaking my arms, I tried to push her to the ground. She groaned in annoyance, putting more force into her pulls. It was almost like a game of tug-of-war, but my team had their hands taped to the ropes and the intent of losing badly. Scratch that, it was nothing like a game of tug-of-war.
I think I lasted a long time before giving up. Is four minutes a long time though? Anyways, it wasn’t enough for Alison to give up. She hauled me over to the front of her home, and kept a hard grip on my wrist. Pulling her keys out of her back pocket, she stuck the metal in the hole and twisted. That action opened the door with ease, and Alison lightly shoved me inside.
“Welcome to my home! Feel free to do whatever you want, I’ll go get some tea.” Alison grinned, gesturing for me to walk through the door. I stepped into the giant mansion, looking around in awe. I decided on walking around the whole place, and find my own way to the many available rooms.
I dawdled across a hallway, honestly not knowing where I was. This place was like a maze, with doors, twists, and turns. The hallways were elegant, white walls that could compete against fresh snow, complimented by spruce wood tiles outlining the perimeter of the floor. A long plain wine-red carpet was centered on the floor, and three chandeliers hung above them. Touches of gold shined on different items, but it wasn’t excessive. Furniture like couches, cabinets, chairs and more were against the two walls, following the same color scheme. All of the hallways looked the same, and were all well-lit.
The rooms, on the other hand, were as wild as a jungle. Different rooms held completely different things, and it gave me a little taste of Alison’s personality. Some rooms were bedrooms; most likely guest rooms, some had different... Playthings. Not in the dirty way, don’t get me wrong, but they had a sense of innocence with them. For example, a ball pit was in the middle of a room, with a slide and a sled. The walls were a bright avocado green, making the ball pit pop out even more.
After 20 minutes of inspecting the ball pit room, I stepped out, entering the sophisticated hallways. I perched on a red velvet loveseat that sat along one of the walls, looking at my pitiful reflection in a mirror that hung next to pricey paintings that I recognized from social media.
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