Chapter twelve

"Yeah Adrian, how are you?" I ask, adjusting the strap of my bag. It wasn't heavy in the least but I felt as though the weight of the world was added to it. I constantly had to remind myself that he wanted to chat not have kids with me. Just keep it cool Catherine. For some odd reason I heard that in a much deeper baritone, voice than the guy in front of me. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking of some pervert when the love of my life is right in front me.

"I'm good, I just wanted to say hi."

"That's so nice of you," We start walking towards the front door of the building casually talking about our classes, I don't talk about my failure please.

He has a great CGPA everyone knows, can't bring my stripper by night and failing student by day story to him.

"We'll catch up some other time?"He asked when we were a few feet away from the building, I nod in agreement and walk in the opposite direction.

Hoping my plain dressing doesn't set him off.

I stay by the library to go through my notes. I want to study and understand before I go and beg Dr. Meeks for a make up, I seriously mean it, I'll beg for a make up test, I can't fail one of my core courses, I just can't.

When I leave school it's half past six, I only freshen up before rushing off again to go to the club.

I don't see Emma and didn't really bother to check, she's probably in her room bitching over whatever made her upset. I don't have time for that right now but when I do, I'll let her know.

I quickly change into my outfit for the day and go to Tasha for make up, she shuts her mouth thankfully, probably still thinking I'm in my bad mood from last night.

I walk out ready to go out on stage knowing we're about to go on when I hear Garcia calling me.

"What's up Gar?" I asked when I saw how exited she seemed.

"You're not dancing tonight girl," I want to join in her enthusiasm but somehow that news did not make me ecstatic, It is not that I am a pessimist but my life is not like this, good things rarely happen to me so don't blame me for being cautious.

"What else am I doing? Please tell me I'm going home." I plead even though I know it is not going to be possible.

She shakes her head no and I groan, and then rested against a wall. "No, you silly girl." She giggled.

Okay Garcia can be really girly when she wanted. Girly, that reminded me of Emerald, I saw her and Beast on my way to the library and how I tried to speak with them, they literally crossed to the other side just to get away from me. That dampened my mood and I feel a lump in my throat.

"Cathy, did you hear what I said?" Garcia shakes me a bit, pulling me from my thoughts, I shake my head no.

"You're so in your head," She giggled again before taking deep breaths, probably to finally be able to give me the message.

"Guess who's back tonight and extra early. You're not dancing tonight, well except maybe for him or with him." She wiggled her brows suggestively, she must have seen the ashen look on my face because she stopped and studied me with caution.

"Why don't you look happy? He definitely likes you and must be hooked since he keeps asking for you, just take this opportunity and l–"

"How can I be happy with this?! It may work for you but I'm not like you." I snap at her aware that it was really unfair but still unable to stop myself.

"Like me how?" Her accent is thicker now and I know I messed up, that should've have shut me up, I wanted to clamp my mouth shut but it seemed to have a mind of its own.

"I'm not a prostitute! I hate this job and everything about it." Her mouth widened and she stared at me in shock, I see something in her eyes but before I could read it was gone and so was she.

"Gar wait please, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it." It was too late because I was speaking to no one since she had left.

See what I said about life pushing me to the ground and not giving me time to grieve, like now you can see that I need a break from all these but I have to put on a freaking smile on my face and do whatever that man wanted.

I walk dejectedly to the private room that now seemed to be assigned to Mr. Faceless.

What if he decided to get what he pays for tonight? The thought left my body cold but I push it down and knock on the door, I don't wait for a reply before walking in, letting off a bit of my anger on the door albeit unintentionally.

"Well, seems like you had a beautiful day today too." His sarcastic voice reaches me even before I fully turn to face him.

I groan audibly before turning to face him in the dim lit room. The only source of light being the red fancy lamp from yesterday, I'm quite sure it wasn't my sour boss's doing.

"You seem to be like me," I reply with the same sarcastic tone.

I look around the room, it had just a little bit of difference from last night, a whisky bottle sat instead of the champagne from last night and I consider rushing up to it and drown every last drop of it. It took a lot to not actually do it.

"Do I always have to tell you to take a seat Catherine." I hate the tingles that I feel at the sound of my name on his lips.

"Let's have a talk, or will your foul mood prevent that?”