CHAPTER TEN

 ❣️STAY WITH ME❣️

The bed sheets were the same ones she'd dumped in Jason's bedroom because she hated them, the color.

It was a white bedsheet with green leaves... Greeny leafy patterns. She yanked them off and flung them in the laundry basket behind the door. She did the same with the pillowcases. Just then, Jason walked in.

"What are you doing?!" He yelled in a very funny lady-like voice. She'd just ruined the pretty bed. It had taken him ten disturbing minutes to iron out the wrinkled sheets and even the sides.

"I don't like the bed sheets! You know I don't!" She fired.

"So what? Shouldn't you be getting dressed for an interview?!"

"Oh!" She ran to the table that held a large mirror.

"Please help me dry my hair" she looked at him innocently, with puppy eyes.

He was about to say no when she gave him 'that look'.

"Come on... Not that look ugh!!!" He groaned and rolled his eyes, but still went over to give her a hand.

He dried and straightened the hair with a pair of tongs, burning himself quite several times. But the hair was looking good anyway so he didn't mind. 

He wasn't this good a few years back. Crystal had taken her time to teach him almost every damn thing about ladies... Females...

Like, as the best tampons and sanitary towels to use, how to count her menstrual cycle, how to apply m

makeup and hairdo. 

He smiled as the memories came.

"You're such a creep" Crystal mumbled, breaking into his thoughts. She had been staring at his reflection in the mirror and he'd been smiling for over a minute. 

"I'll ruffle your hair and burn your scalp lady. I will mess the whole thing up" his hand hovered above her head, threateningly.

"You're the nicest and coolest person on earth!" She said quickly and ducked, shielding her hair from his hand.

Jason had twisted the hair into four smooth and long braids to keep them away from her face and make her comfortable. Then he used the styling gel at the edges.

"Thanks" she sincerely mouthed. Then turned to him and smiled.

He left the room, giving her the privacy she needed to dress up. As the hours went by, she grew more nervous. 

She opened the drawer where she had hidden her outfit for the interview; a navy blue blazer fitted with khaki pants, and a plain white overtop blouse.

For makeup, a simple neutral-colored lipstick with a tiny hint of pink was enough. She dabbed her wrists with perfume and behind her ears too.

She looked up to par!

 For shoes, her eyes fell on a pair of flats by the dresser.  Jason had gifted her the pair of shoes almost a year ago and she'd worn them not more than twice. 

He'd helped polish it two days ago. He'd also ironed her clothes. She smiled as her legs slid into the shoes.

"Still fits" she giggled.

She was ready to go. Her phone said the time was 10:30 AM. She still had time for breakfast.

She picked up the file holding her credentials, said a short prayer, and left the room.

She heard Jason whistling and the clanging of pots and pans... He was cooking.

Breakfast. She smiled and closed her eyes as she savored the aroma. Her stomach growled in protest.

She walked to the kitchen and sat by the table and he placed a plate of food before her.

"Eat" he commanded.

"Yes sir" she picked up the fork and dug in hungrily.

"Why don't you ask me the questions while I eat?" She asked, her mouth full.

"No. You've still got enough time. Finish your food"

She nodded and continued to eat.

There in the kitchen, he pulled out a bunch of papers from his pockets and they began to rehearse the possible questions after she was done eating.

"Tell me about yourself, miss Adams" Jason began.

"Okay, sir. I'm twenty-five years old and–"

"Stop" he cut her short.

"Why. What?"

"When you're asked to talk about yourself, introduce yourself starting with your name"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get it right this time" 

And she did.

He asked her more questions and the ones she didn't get right, he helped her go through. 

They went through the questions and answers for over twenty minutes and when they were done, it was almost 11 AM. 

"I should get going" she got up and smoothed the creases on her pants and blazers.

He got up too and went over to her, taking her in his arms again.

"I wish you the best of luck baby girl. You're a gem, act like one. God be with you" he released her and winked.

"I'm scared," she said, moving back into his arms and clutching his arm.

"You should. It is normal. But you have to overcome it. Your mom will be so proud her baby girl is all grown"

This made her smile. She released him and got ready to take her to leave. 

"You have everything you need?" He asked for the ten thousandth time.

"Yes. You've asked me like a million times already"

"Can't be so sure" he mumbled and walked her to the door.

"I called an uber, should be here in a minute or two"

When the uber arrived, he gave her one more hug, then two, then three before letting her go.

"Drive safe. I'll be home when you get back. If it doesn't go well, please don't take off your shoes on the road, and don't cry. Just come straight home"

"You think it won't go well?!" She asked, looking scared.

"No. I think it'll go as the heavens have planned it. Good luck, break a leg" he shouted as the uber zoomed off.

She turned and could still see him waving.