Saturday Morning

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My head was spinning for no apparent reason. I was sick. Mentally thank God. "Do you need some Advil, maybe a beer?" I looked towards my father shaking my head in a slowly pace. "You look like shit my angel."

"I could not sleep last night." I admitted. But not for the reasons i was about to state to my dad. "I was watching nightmare on Elm street. I was just afraid Freddie would come for me."

"You know you can't watch horror's after twelve." My dad whispered. "You know if i can't sleep, i do some yoga with your mother. Its really boring." I giggled and nodded. "Melon head you can take the car today."

"Thank's daddy. You can't pick me up from Carrie's?"

"No i will be out."

"Of course you can't be drinking and driving." I whispered.

"No i will be too shit faced to pick you up." He mummer sipping on his vodka. "Mom is at that retreat for people who likes to lose weight. She is a counselor there. So she is coming home Sunday night."

"I understand. But i will be home just after twelve, is that alright?"

"You can come home before your mom comes home. Than i am fine."

I kissed his cheek and smiled. "Thanks daddy." I grabbed my jacket and the car keys walking to the door.

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For about fifteen minutes i stood in front of Andrew's house. My phone in my hand. Sighing heavily i picked up his phone number typing into the phone. Reaching the cell to my ear it started to ring and ring. On the fifth ring he finally picked up. "Biersack."

"Hello Sir. This is Victoria James. You told me to call before i just-"

"If you are here in five minutes i will be satisfied." With a click of the receiver he hanged up leaving me with a stunned expression. Well thank God i am here already, but i should at least two minutes before knocking on his gigantic door with my small hands.

The two minutes went by faster on what i suspected, and expected. Like a speed of light. I climbed out grabbing the file in one hand and my bag in another. I could of just left the bag in the car why did i bring it with? Am i stupid. Oh to late now. I knocked on the door three times and stepped three feet back pushing out my boobs. Why bother i don't even have boobs. I looked down to them wiggling it with a whimper. "Bigger boobs needed."

"I think they are alright." I looked up with a shocking expression on my facade. Oh sweet Hell. HE HEARD ME. No words escaped my mouth. Nothing. Nata. What other language do i know that i can pronounce nothing? Nothing. "Come in."

I nodded slowly as he stepped aside. I walked in clutching my bag like my life depended on it. Today Mr. Professor wore a pair of loose white trousers, red ripped shirt and bare feet. Also, i had no idea this man had tattoos. Which had me in complete awe. "So- yeah. I don't know- here you go." I stuttered twirling around handing him the file he gave to me two night ago. "Everything."

"Thank you Victoria." He mumbled flipping the file over, opening it and gazing at my work. "Care for something to drink?"

"No thank you i am just dropping it off, going to a friend after this uncomfortable scene." I closed my eyes in embarrassment.

"How about some juice." I opened my eyes as my brow arched. "Come this way." Did he not just heart me? What should i do?

1. say no and walk away?
2. say yes, and get even more uncomfortable?
3. non of the the above?

The man from 'deal or no deal' waiving his hands to options in front of me as lights flickered on and off. 'Which one?' he asked with a white teeth grin.

"Don't just stand there Victoria." Andrew grabbed my hand haling me to the kitchen. 3. non of the above. "Sit." He commanded. Without me obeying he place me on the chair pushing my shoulders down. "What are your plans for the weekend?"

Pretty simple really. Nothing. "Movies. Friend. Park, Ice cream. The usual."

"How did you get here?" My god can you stick to one subject!

"My father lend me his car." I answered. Andrew grabbed a glass sliding it to me. His eyes still on mine. "I should really go."

"Why?" He asked cocking his head to one side. "Am i making you uncomfortable?"

Are you F'ing with me! "No sir."

"I like this color." He whispered caressing the file slid.

I like this color? Huh? "Its is a good color." I said pointing to the file, trying not to laugh. "Blue."

"I was talking about your hair." Say what....

"I should really go."

"Drink your juice." He commanded once again.

Fine freak. I gulped the juice with a heavy groan. Placing the glass down i wiped my mouth. "Have a good day."

"You are a pretty eager to leave."

"I really should go. I have thing, somewhere." I mumbled waiving my hand to and fro jumping of the chair.

"Stay for an hour. I need help grading papers.. Its impossible- no improbable to read your peer's hand writing. You are in fact my PA." But not your personal slave, i don't think that entails in the job description. "Lets do it in my study." He turned around and walked down the hallway.

"You have got to be kidding me." I whispered following him.

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