Who is he?
The mysterious one?
The one with the sweet smile
And the sexy eyes?
Who is he?
The one with the Bluetooth headset
Making him seem
Somewhat
Remotely
Important?
But he really isn’t.
Who is he?
The mysterious one?
The anti-VIP it seems.
A regular guy with
A great fashion sense
And a cocky outlook on life.
Who
is
he?
He wants to find out himself.
A victim of identity crisis.
Who is he?
We may never know.

Read Part 4 here: The Call

I did it. I don’t know how, but I actually did it. I called Shane and was wondering if I did the right thing. Only time will tell, but I really needed to do something for myself for once. This was the start to something new.

I went to check the net for some acne treatment. I was curious to see what was out there and how to get it and the like. I wanted to get rid of zits so that when I do present myself to whoever, they can see that I mean business. I didn’t want to be this helpless, lanky, zit-riddled little girl. It was time to grow up. And this was my opportunity.

I bought a few boxes. Nothing too serious, just an innocent buy from me. Now to wait.

Read Part 3 here: Lattes, The Bullies, and The Number

I didn’t want to call Shane, but after finding his number that I “lost”, I just couldn’t resist. Maybe he’ll teach me stuff about insurance marketing, or other stuff. Or maybe I’m just crazy. But I did it anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Shane? It’s Tasha.”

“Oh hey, Tasha. How are you?”

“Horrible, but you know that already.”

“Aww, so what’s up?”

“Well…I was thinking. What does this job of yours entail?”

“It’s a simple one. It’s pretty much a receptionist job with a little more perks.”

“‘Little more perks’? What do you mean?”

“Well, you get treated for lunch, shopping, and all that good stuff.”

“Shopping? What the hell?”

“Haha, yeah, it’s a confidence-builder. Those who are dressed better tend to feel a little better about themselves.”

“Oh. So I do the normal stuff and I get treated to food and clothes?” I paused. “I don’t have to do any ‘favors’ for you, do I?”

“No. I told you already; I’m not that kind of person. I share this job because I like to build confidence. So that when you get older, you can handle yourself in even the most stressful situations.”

I sighed. I don’t know what this guy really wants, but if he thinks that he can build confidence, I have nothing to lose but my sanity and that’s just about gone anyway.

“Well, I’m interested.”

“Good. I’m glad you thought about it.”

“When do I get an interview?”

“You don’t. You start immediately after school.”

“Great, I guess. Thanks, Shane.”

“No problem, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I hung up and wondered what in the world I just did. Is this a blessing or a curse? Only time will tell.

(Part 5 coming soon)

Read Part 2 here: Dazed and Confuzzled

Here I was, still soaked from the rain, outside a coffee shop. I don’t even want to know what that was all about; that whole situation was creepy. This has been a long day, so I just went in the coffee shop and grabbed an extra large latte. I think I deserved it.

Just as I thought my day couldn’t get worse (I mean, I did get thrown in a garbage can for the umpteenth time), two girls from school spotted me. I tried to stay as inconspicuous as humanly possible, but when you have a look like mine, it just yells “there she is! Get her!”

“Ooh, look…geek meat!” One of the girls, Shannon, yelled out. I sunk slower into the chair, hoping to disappear from sight. Realizing that my actions are futile, I just sighed.

“You know, you shouldn’t say stuff like that! Think of how you would feel if someone said that you stuff your bra every morning.”

“Pfft, stop talking about yourself. You should get new glasses, some blackheads treatment, and…take a shower sometime. You smell like shit!”

I’ve had enough. I couldn’t take any more of the insults. I needed to escape and now. So that’s what I did. I ran out of there as quickly as my feet could. I made sure that I lost them before I made my way home.

This has been a horrible day. It rained on me, I got banana muck on me, I got the same shit done to me all over again. I need a break. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and emptied out my pockets for any money.

Then I saw Shane’s number.

I thought I put it deep enough in my pockets, but I guess I didn’t. But his proposal looks a helluva lot better now. So I did something that could change my life. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse.

But I doubt it can get any worse than this.

(Part 4 coming soon)