Horrible Person

Amelia

I was still preoccupied, massaging my butt which I had landed on, while trying to endure the pain I felt, when someone yelled at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The male voice asked, irritation in his tone.

I raised my head slowly to look at him, expecting to see one of the interviewers, but he was someone different.

He had that athletic build, you know, the kind that makes you take a second glance. His jaw was set, and those deep green eyes, glared at me with frustration. The suit he wore clung to him, outlining his toned body. His slick black hair, was perfectly styled, but a little tousled around his forehead as he was sweaty. Too sweaty, the sweat literally dripped down from his face to his clothes. It felt like witnessing a handsome storm, both captivating and unsettling.

He was very sexy.

"Stop staring at me like that." He yelled again.

Okay, he might be a nutjob, 'cause I didn't understand why he would be screaming at me instead of helping me off the floor.

"Tch! Rich people and their anger issues." I murmured, getting off the floor.

"What was that?" He demanded. "That better be an apology, you crazy bitch. You spilled water all over me."

Huh?

I looked down at the bottle of water I held, it was empty. The sweat I thought was on his face wasn't really sweat, it was water?! From my bottle?!

Now his anger made more sense.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry." I said as I frantically dived into my bag and got out my bear print handkerchief.

"Here, I'll help you."

Before the handkerchief could reach his face, he slapped my hand away angrily.

"Ouch!" I yelped. He was insane.

"Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands."

Filthy hands?!

"This was your stupid plan, wasn't it? Spill water on me and then try to lay your hands on me. Were you hoping I'd be grateful and ask you out?" He paused and gave me a once-over, his frown deepened. "Psycho." He spat and walked away through a different door.

What the actual hell? And why did people frown when they saw my outfit? I was dressed appropriately, unlike those airheads inside there.

Now my hands were filthy because I wasn't a rich heiress? I bet if I were an heiress, he'd fall to his knees and kiss each of my knuckles even if they were dipped in shit.

I hated entitled, spoiled, rich brats the most!

I dusted off my butt and headed back into the waiting room.

The ladies were still fussing about their make-up and looks. So vain! It wasn't like we were going to take pictures right after the interview or something. None of them even looked bothered about the interview.

I was suddenly annoyed, at the ladies, at the interviewers, at the angry rich brat and at myself.

It was all too much. Why couldn't something ever go in my favour? Why did I always have to be rejected before given an actual chance. I did well in school, I wasn't the best graduating student, but I was not below the best ten. I had a great personality if you could overlook my clumsy nature. I'd like to think that I was a little funny and fun to be around.

Mom always said I did a great job being her assistant, so I knew I was good at it.

Tch! If they didn't employ me, it was their loss. I'd apply somewhere else and I'd eventually find my place. After all, people said if it doesn't come to you, then it wasn't yours in the first place. Or something like that.

I felt better after that mental motivational speech and I took a seat at the back of the waiting room, far from the other women.

We waited as they called names after names. It took another hour before the last person was interviewed.

A few minutes later, one of the interviewers — Mr. Good looking — came out. For the first time, he had a smile on his face and it made him look less stressed, younger. Though I had a feeling that wasn't a genuine smile, it barely reached his eyes.

"Hello, ladies." He said to us.

"Hello!" The ladies said in unison and I heard a few giggle. No doubt they were blushing because a handsome man spoke to them.

Hmrph!

"You all did well in your interview."

Did he say all? Me included?

His eyes scanned all our faces, rested on me for a second with a dark look clouding his eyes, before he looked away.

What was that about?

"But as you all know," he continued. "your employment does not only depend on the interview, but also on the person you're here to assist." He paused for a moment. "On that note, I would like to introduce you all to Rowan Ace."

Chaos erupted as all the ladies stood up, squealing at the top of their lungs. I had to block my ears to save them from bursting.

What was their deal? Who was Rowan Ace that they were so excited about?

I got up too, but in my flat shoes and with everyone else in their really high heels, I could barely see what was happening at the front.

The squeals didn't stop as they hurdled close to each other. I barely knew any movie star by their actual given name. All I knew was their stage names and that was it.

So, I was really curious to see if I knew this particular one. After all, if I was given the job, I'd have to work with him.

I crossed my fingers, hoping he was a nice guy at least.

I braced myself and forced myself to the front, only stopping when I saw it was Sophia in front of me. Pushing past her would only cause a cat fight and I was not ready for that. Rather, I bent a little, peeking through the little space between her tiny waist and the girl's next to her.

My heart dropped hard in my chest when I saw the same rich brat I had spilled water on. He's Rowan Ace?! So he was a big shot, good for him, that didn't give him the right to scream at people when he could clearly see it was an accident.

Somehow I was relieved it was him. I was already sure I was not getting the job. I did horribly at the interview and still managed to piss off the movie star. No way I was getting it.

I stood straight, grateful that the other ladies were blocking me from his view. Sophia was in front of me anyway, he would definitely choose her.

But then Sophia chose that moment to walk toward Rowan, putting me in plain sight!

I kept my eyes down, hoping if I didn't see him, then he wouldn't see me.

"Good day, Mr. Rowan." She said. "I'm Sophia Grace, and I'm happy to be your personal assistant. No one here can match my capabilities, even in..."

"Hey, you!" I heard Rowan's voice as he cut off Sophia.

I thought he was talking to her, but then someone behind nudged me and I looked up at him.

"Yes, you."

My heart did a somersault in my chest.