Summery: I whip out my pink 'support breast cancer' pepper spray ands spray like a madman. In the dark street lights, I could make out his dark hair and his sea green eyes that stood out vibrantly, sure I would've been lost in them except for the fact that I had just sprayed them with pepper spray and he was hold them and swearing angrily at me.

I sat at my desk that January afternoon eating what looked like an expired breakfast bar. Almost 99 percent of the time I was a girl that was so organized it was as though I had minor OCD. But today I was acting like a crazed gorilla that saw sunlight for the first time.

"Annabeth?" My boss Martha asked peering into my cubicle like a deranged rapist. You're probably wondering why the heck I was thinking that, but if you seriously looked into her beady little black eyes, you'd understand and probably send me sympathy cards asking how I survived with her as a boss.

"Yes Martha?" I groaned spinning around on my black swivel chair that I think was from the 70s.

She smiled showing off how badly she needed braces, "You have a package!" Why did she have to be the one to tell me this? She makes everything seem like it's a big ordeal. I heard a rumor from my coworker Larry that when she went through menopause she through a party with all her girlfriends and they all wore red and had a big red velvet cake. If you ever bump into her on the streets of Manhattan don't tell her that I or Larry told you this, because it could jeopardize our jobs.

"Thanks Martha." I said standing up. When ever I have to converse with Martha, I try to make it as short as possible. Just thought I'd throw that in there in case your wondering, 'Does this girl know how to speak? How did she ever graduate kindergarten?'

I walked past my "friend" Larry's cubicle. (I honestly don't know what to call him… he's not exactly my friend…)

"Hey Annabeth! I got this new pinball machine off the side of the road yesterday, I was wondering whether you'd like to come check it out?" He said while eating a hoagie that looked about the size of my dog's head. How he managed to fit that in his mouth I'll never know…

"Um no thanks Larry, maybe some other time." I said as gently as possible. I didn't want to hurt his feelings in any way. He may seem like a horrible guy, but he's really just a big old teddy bear that probably will never get married due to his disgustingness. Well he could always adopt right?

Larry gave no response. Did I really hurt him? I decided to let it go considering I was not in the mood to talk to him or his sandwich. Maybe he didn't even hear me? Yeah, he was probably too interested in his sandwich.

Oh yeah! Off to see what the package was!

Thank God I made it through half of the office without running into any of my other horrid coworkers.

"Hi Jeanie." I said smiling as I mad it down the elevator and all the way to the front desk.

"Annabeth!" She exclaimed in her highly peppy voice. I wonder if she was ever a cheerleader…

"Martha told me you had a package for me." I probably should've told her that in question form, because none of us are fully convinced that Martha's not on drugs.

"Oh yes. Here you go! Have fun at the office!"

Jeanie hands me a large brown box. I try not to look like a weirdo as I lightly sniff the package. I sigh, it smells like him. I walk away feeling high and Jeanie gives me a confused look.

I open it with such rapid speeds, excited to see what's inside. I am confused as I see that it's an envelope. That's one of the other reasons I love him… We both love to play mind tricks. He's so smart and handsome just like me! (Forget the handsome part… I'm rather dull looking actually with my blonde hair and gray eyes)

I open up and I read what he has left for me,

Dear Annabeth,

After 6 months of being away from you, I don't think I contain myself any longer. The war is like a cage and I need to break free. I can't wait to see you again.

Yours Truly,

Matt

I close my eyes and imagine the entire thing except him speaking it! Matt is my boyfriend, and he is the most amazing guy I've ever seen. Seriously! I imagine his soft baby blue eyes and that sandy hair that makes me want to beat him for being so beautiful.

I smile again, I love it. It's sweet and short and keeps me wanting more. But tomorrow I'll get more and I can barely control my savage heart.

It's 7'0 clock and I'm finally heading home from work. To clear this up I look like an honest to God mess! My hair is just gahhh (is that even a word?) and my clothes are just horrid! (Note to self: Stop buying clothes at goodwill) The only thing that's not bad is my purse! It's really pretty and purple!

I walk, the street lights shining in my face. I am going to be late for my bus so I take a back alley. It's dark and creepy and I have to pee so bad that if something jumps out I will defiantly wet myself. (Note to self: Buy adult diapers in case of emergencies)

I freeze as a hooded figure comes out. He's getting closer and closer. Walking almost next to me. 4 feet away… Why does he have to be so scary?

He's inches from my gorgeous purse.

"Hey." He says. With just that one word I whip out my pink 'support breast cancer' pepper spray ands spray like a madman. In the dark street lights, I could make out his dark hair and his sea green eyes that stood out vibrantly, sure I would've been lost in them except for the fact that I had just sprayed them with pepper spray and he was hold them and swearing angrily at me.

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