~Beccas POV
"The freaking psycho had the guts to try and kiss me!" I shouted, "like all I freaking wanted was to serve their drinks and earn my pay! And the MF had the audacity, the temerity, the nerve, the-the freaking effrontery to call ME a BITCH!!" I screamed.
I had called Liz and Kyla over to my house so I could tell them what happened to me last night. And by the time I ended the oh so interesting( note my sarcasm) story, Liz was on the floor clutching her stomach and wheezing while Kyla had tears running out of her eyes as she laughed wildly.
"Be-Becca, oh my God." Kyla started whilst trying to control her laughter but someone was still laughing like a mad scientist.
"And to top it all off, he was the same guy I slept with that night." I said in terror.
"Damn sis, your life is taking the form of a romance novel." Liz said after she had finally regained her composure. I rolled my eyes at her comment.
"Yeah, hey, guys, come take a look at this." Kyla said
We huddled up around her phone and when my eyes landed on the screen, only one word came to mind, "F**k"
" * The hot billionaire bachelor, Aidan Thorpe was spotted at the popular night club nightingale. He was said to have come with the intent of finding his long lost love seeing as he couldnt stop ogling at the woman behind the bar counter. Some might say she isnt much of a sight to behold but these images I have here say otherwise. It was said that he had actually tried making a move on her but she dunked him in ice. Ouch! And I just heard from the management that we have a footage of it.*" The woman reported.
"Okay, your life is officially a freaking movie." Liz deadpanned. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and pressed the search button. I looked up the five most trending topics and gasped as soon as I saw it. Kyla came over and peered at my phone screen over my shoulder.
"* Aidan Thorpe getting married?
Who is Aidan Thorpes mystery woman? Could it be a baby mama...or a gold digger?
Aidan Thorpe--*"
" Okay stop!" I cut Kyla off. I turned to Liz and asked" do they know my name?"
"No. Not yet at least. In a couple of hours theyd find out." She said. I sighed and plopped down on my couch. I massaged my head and tried to wrap my head around the situation.
"Im in deep sh*t." I groaned
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Kyla and Liz stayed back with me for some hours but they had to leave and now I was bidding goodbye to them.
"Bye Liz." I waved at Liz as she got into her car. I watched her speed off into the distance before turning towards Kyla. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering why she hadnt left yet.
"Whats up? Youre still here. Do you wanna say something?" I asked all at once. Kyla pulled me closer and started me straight in the eye before muttering, "you have to decide Becca." I drew my body back uncomfortable with the closeness between us. I tried to understand what she just said.
"Huh? What do you mean? Decide what?" I asked in utter confusion while folding my arms across my chest. She opened her mouth to speak but at that exact moment, her phone began to ring. She looked at me apologetically and signalled for me to give her a few minutes. I nodded and leaned down against her car. In the few minutes she spent attending to her phone call and screaming to the person at the other end, my mind quickly became preoccupied with three things; ¹Aiden Thorpe, ²My life after this and ³What Kyla was going to say before we were interrupted. I heard the snapping of fingers and I looked up at whoever it was with an annoyed expression clouding my facial features. The traces of annoyance soon cleared as I realised it was just Kyla.
"Hmm, Huh, what did you say?" I asked snapping out of my reverie.
"Where did you travel to?" Kyla said and rolled her eyes whilst smiling.
"Sorry I was caught up in my thoughts. What is it that you were saying? And what was that phone call all about?" I asked eyeing her wearily. She sighed and said, "Uhm, I wanted to discuss something with you but it seems as though itll have to wait till another time. I have somewhere I really need to be right now." I nodded at her rushed explanation and smiled assuring.
She rushed into her car and just as she was about to drive off, she shot me a look and said, "Also, be careful,kay? The press can be really...pressing in getting what they want." She said smiling at her little joke. "So lay low for now. Tell me if you need anything. Ill text you later." I nodded( * a habit id been doing a lot today*) and waved her goodbye then trudged into my apartment.
I sat down on my tiny couch and reminisced about the latest happenings in my life and what It had become. I felt a few hot tears prick at my eyes and before I could wipe it away, a few drops had fallen out. I wiped my eyes and was about to lay down when I heard a knock at the door. I rolled my eyes( * another habit which had become a little too much. My eyes had begun to hurt*) at the disturbance of my peace. The person knocking at the door persisted so I forced myself to get up and answer it. As soon as I opened the door, my French neighbour breezed inside and plopped down onto a couch in my living room.
"Yes, come in. Make yourself at home." I said sarcastically but unfortunately, she did NOT get the damn hint.
My neighbour, Mrs.Roulet, was this French woman whose husband was most of the time, out of town. She was a 48 year old and pretty nosy too. She and her husband normally fought from time to time......to time....to time...to—
* Im sure they get it now.
I walked over to her side and sat down not even bothering to offer her a cup of tea.
"Oh dearie, have you watched the news lately? Youre all over it. Tvs, the internet, twitter, Instagram and even tiktok!" She said. The first thought that came to my mind was,
* Wait— whats somebody like you doing on tiktok and Instagram.
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I switched the channel to daily pop. I saw my face there and my heart dropped when I read the caption beneath it,
*Seems like this is a new achievement for Mr. Thorpe or is this a permanent placement? Are there going to be wedding bells between Mr. Thorpe and Miss.Becca Owori? Stay tuned for more on daily pop" I went deathly pale and slumped onto the ground.
" Ohh lala, dearie are you okay?" Mrs.Roulet asked. I nodded and told her I wanted to be alone. After she left I went into my bathroom and took a long bubble bath to clear my head. By the time I was done it was already 9pm. I dressed and tried to get into bed to sleep I was interrupted by another knock.
* Not fvcking again!
I groaned and began shouting, "I swear to God, you mummysuckers, I am going to gouge your hideous eyes out if—" I stopped short when i opened the door and did not see anybody there. I looked around then looked down when I felt something grazing my leg. I bent down and picked up an antique wooden box that had the letters AT engraved on its side. I stepped back into my apartment to investigate the box. I placed it on my table then walked around it before finally prying the lid of the box open. My eyes widened and my heart skipped 10 beats when I saw the content,
" Holy gwaca freaking molli."