Hooked on Your Love

NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED!! THIS IS MY FIRST STORY EVER. DO YOU HEAR THAT EVER? I WAS INNOCENT AND DIDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT WRITING A STORY. BUT IT IS BEING EDITED NOW SO BARE WITH ME. WITH THAT SAID, ENJOY>3.

Hannah

"Crap!" I shout as I stubbed my toe by accident, stepping out of my room.

"What happened this time?"

"It's nothing, I hurt my toe. I'm fine though."

''Whatever you say,'' replies, Jules.

Jules had been my best friend since the sixth grade. She was the only one I had in my life right now. She was also the only one who didn't bully me throughout my life. At least not in front of people.

I met her when I was running from a pack of girls throwing eggs at me. When she noticed, she pulled rocks out of her backpack and began throwing them at the girls. To this day, I still don't know why she had rocks inside her backpack and she won't bother to tell me. I didn't care, though. I didn't have eggs in my hair and that's all that mattered. Now I am twenty-three and she is nearly twenty-eight and we are living together. She stood by me through everything. Breakups, proms, moving, all of it.

As I flopped on the couch, I saw Jules was on the phone. I figured it was someone from her job or business-wise because she was saying things like 'Sir'. She had her own kind of lingo. The type where most of the things she said were grammatically incorrect, but she didn't care and I understood her most of the time, so it wasn't much of a problem. 

Jules grew up in a rich family, but they weren't the snobby type. During school, her parents invited me for dinner every weekend. I consider them the parents I never had.

Although Jules had all of that, she didn't want the settle down any time soon. She was a total blond babe. Blue eyes, blonde wavy hair, perfect figure. And every man would drool all over her, but she never stayed with them any longer than a week. Even though she tries to hide it, she buries herself in work. After she finished high school, she decided to become a lawyer. Her dad had insisted he pay for college. However, Jules didn't want that. She wanted to work for it. With a degree in criminal justice, she is now running her own law firm. It has just started about four months ago, but I know with Jules Carson running it, it is for sure to become successful in no time.

"Who is that?" I mouth to her, and she holds a finger up, indicating for me to wait. After some time, she hangs up.

"Okay, you will never guess who that was." 

She doesn't let me answer.

"It was the freaking boss of Capone Industries."

She stared at me expectedly, but I had no clue know who that was.

"And who is that again?"

"Idiot. He's only like one of the richest men in the state. I don't like him though. He's the arrogant, rich boy type. If I got the chance, I'd knock him out cold for the way he treats people. I heard he once fired someone for not bringing him the right taco. I can't believe you don't know who he is."

"That's mean and all, but what does this have to do with me?''

"Oh, you got a job as his assistant." She said this easily. As if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"What? Jules, you can't just make these types of choices for me. I know I'm not social, but you could have at least warned me."

''I just did.'' I roll my eyes and give her a look, illustrating now was not the time for sarcasm.

"I'm sorry. But you know that all of your coworkers in that piss pore restaurant are perverts. I mean, come on, one almost tried to kiss you. I know what you've been through, and I'm probably the only one that cares about you. It'll be good for you Hananh. It's just a small gig, so you can start your career. He needed someone for it, and since my brother knows him, it was kind of easy. Okay?"

I knew it was an excellent opportunity, so I just bowed down.

"I hate it when you're right.''

''Which is why you need to say yes to this job, Hannah.''

I sigh. ''Alright, fine.'' She jumps up from the couch and starts dancing. Not very well. Jules has never been a good dancer. She used to be a cheerleader. I'm glad she quit.

"Yes! I knew it! We have to pick out outfits right away." She squeals.

"Hold on. When am I supposed to do this assistant thing? And what's wrong with the clothes I already have?"

''Your clothes are horrible. They're all so depressing. Second, you start Monday."

"It's really hard to like you sometimes, Jules," I reply and get up from the couch. I've decided I've had enough time out of my room. 

"I am so happy you said yes. We can go shopping tomorrow." I roll my eyes and sigh.

Please grant me the power not to murder this woman.