Cursed Love Interests
The place was located in a normal neighborhood. Audrey thought someone doing witchcraft would set up shop in a shadier place, like the back alleys, but this was all white picket fences and homely rows of houses. It was the picture of the American dream in the 1960's. Audrey half expected to see white blonde women with makeup and balloon skirts that reached their ankles to come out of the houses to water the plants greeting their neighbors good afternoon. She stopped at one house and knocked. The woman who opened the door was very much in the here and now, finishing a text message in her phone before putting it away.
"Audrey?" the woman asked, "Come on in."
Audrey didn't even so much as nod when the woman had already turned and led the way to the living room. The house was very normal as well. Nothing was out of place. Nothing was...witch-y--until the woman opened a cupboard where all the voodoo Audrey expected were. The woman motioned for her to sit on the chair as she pulled out a few things from the cupboard and settled them on the table. Then she sat herself and faced Audrey.
"Her name? And tell me everything you can about her. Just so we can be more specific."
"Well," Audrey started, "her name is Jayne Ellis. She works at the styling department and she's this huge dork. She doesn't have any sense of fashion, but she's the one working with the editor and with the models! And then, she's so annoying, she says all the bad things and making me look bad."
"Uh-huh," she said picking up her phone again and reading the text. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't want men to love her. All men she knows. I want them to absolutely see her without beauty like she is the most disgusting person in the world. I want her to be even more miserable with men than she is now. You get me? I want you to decrease her luck with men to legendary levels."
The woman stopped texting and nodded at her. "Alright, alright." She took a deep breath and started her work, muttering "bellyaching wench," under her breath. Once she was done, she gave her a powder of sorts. "Put this in her drink," she said starting to text again. "Or food. It will have an effect the day after."
Jayne gave the models their dresses for the photoshoot and wrote the schedules of the next set of models for the next session. She called several other models and then confirmed with her boss before rushing to several other people checking various things. It was tiring work and, frankly, it was not the kind of work she wanted to do all her life. She wanted to be a writer for magazines like Newsweek, The Economist and others, but somehow, her applications have brought her here and far from what she wanted to do, she became an assistant to the fashion editor herself!
"Oh, hey Jayne," Audrey approached her.
Jayne was immediately on guard. What did the woman want now? She knew Audrey had an arsenal of hatred in her hands and told people the worst things about Jayne. She didn't know where the hatred came from, but it was there, seething and churning. "Hey..."
"I know we're not exactly friends, but I want us to put all that behind us." Audrey held up a frapuccino for her. "Peace offering?"
"Yeah. Thank you." Jayne smiled. Finally, all the office drama would soon be over. "Mmmm...This is good! Thanks a lot. I needed that."
After a whole day of busy work, she finally retired home late and in the morning, she rushed to get to the office only to wake up late the next day. She ran pulling a sweater over her head, rushing to get to the bus station to make it to her office on time.
A certain bus stop regular stood at the back of the small group, staring intently at a trendy clothing store's billboard rather critically. With the arrival of the newcomer to the bus awaiting group, he gave her a quick glance before returning to his billboard...for only about a second, before his eyes drifted back to the woman. Warm brown hair and matching eyes, he usually preferred blondes, but something was special about this lady in particular. Ah, yes, he'd seen her a few times before...also waiting for the bus, but he was sure he had seen her somewhere else as well. Ethan usually didn't give two sh!ts about his appearance in the morning, considering his job which started in the afternoon...but now he direly wished that he had bothered to brush his teeth before leaving his apartment, hadn’t drunk that coffee, hadn’t worn this stained hoodie, had actually bothered to shave, and hadn’t left his hair a drooping mess to fall over his sleep deprived dull eyes like an emo zombie. Sulking for a minute and a half as he used his hand to roughly comb through his hair, he nodded at the woman when she looked his way, and tried to look nonchalant about it.
Quite abruptly, like a scene out of a cheese romance movie or novel, a limousine swerved for a moment before stopping on the road a few feet from that same woman. The driver’s window rolled down slowly to reveal the usual limousine driver, “Excuse me, miss—“ But before he could continue further, one of the doors swung open and a tall, highly attractive blonde man came out...there were some female models peeking out from the other limousine, confused at what was happening, but the tall man merely smirked and held the door open. With his unoccupied hand, he gestured out for the woman to join him, “I saw an average woman running around to complete her average, everyday routine...and I just knew what my good deed for the day was going to be! Come join me-er, us...in this VIP limo, I promise you won’t regret it!” The male model winked at her, as the female models in the limo merely exchanged confused looks with each other.
Jayne smiled at the guy in the hoodie, but he didn't seem to know who she was. Well, not that she exactly did, either, but she saw him in the office a few times. For him to actually acknowledge her for the first time was simply...amazing! If office rumors were right, the graphic designer doesn't see much else aside from his work and the work of others. Which was why he was one of the best. But then again, office rumors were usually just that. A rumor. But if it were true, for him to take the time out from analyzing the billboard to nod at her was very heart-warming. No one in the office even looked at her twice! Well, maybe except her boss when she was breathing down her back.
Before the bus arrived though, a limousine pulled up beside her and, wonder of wonders, she was extended an invite. What? Random people didn't just walk up to random strangers to offer them a lift. Especially not if that someone was one of their most hired models who didn't even know her name. He often even forgot who she was, asking her all the time when she approached him to give him a briefing of the work. And now, she was the average woman. She looked into the limo seeing the other models and frowned. In her mind were flashbacks of the bullying she experienced from childhood all the way to high school.
"Um, thanks, but no thanks." She smiled at him in the friendliest way she could to hide the fact that he was creeping her out. "The bus will be here soon."
The last type of person he'd wanted to meet in the morning were these model types...Ethan was good for doing the magazine and billboard designs, but not with socializing with the people he put in or on them. And this guy...was a model from another agency. Stuck between this woman he felt a strong attraction to, and this model who he wanted to business with, and the fact that he was in his slacker's outfit...he decided to just walk the other way, find a different place for breakfast. The cowards way out...damn, and he still couldn't remember where he had mean the woman before...
The model's smile faltered at her answer, but only for a moment, "Tut tut...but I made a promise to myself to give the common woman a lift to wherever she pleases, and the last person I'd break promises would be myself...hmmm..." Pushing the limousine door closed, he lifted a hand to stroke his own chin thoughtfully for a few moments before his eyes lit up brightly once more, he had some sort of idea, "I know! How about I walk...and do this!" Leaning over, he literally swept her off her feet, to carry her in his arms bridal style...though, of course, he hadn't thought this through. He was a male model, not a body builder...he did diets for a lean body, not exercises. Straining a bit to hold up her weight, his smile didn't falter, "Where to?"
"You don't even--ACK!" Jayne's sentence was left hanging as he literally swept her off her feet. Surprised, she held onto him, fearing he'd drop her. What was he doing? He didn't even know her name! "I-I'm fine! I can walk. Put me down, will you!" She nearly screeched seeing people looking at them. Her face was so red with blood rushing up to her head, it was a wonder it didn't explode yet. She had never been the center of attention except for when people were targeting to bully her. And although this attention was very much different, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Really! You don't have to! Just put me down. Fine, I'll ride your limo if that's what you want. I'll be late for work if we walk." She left out saying that she could feel him straining, no matter how much she wanted to point it out. "Please, please put me down."
Relieved, not that his pride would allow him to express this relief, he set her down carefully with a tiny sigh...and somehow, he began to miss the feeling of holding her in his arms...why? Shaking this off, he opened the door to the stretch limousine and gestured for her to enter, a charming smile on his face, "Come on then, lets see if we can't bring you to this workplace of yours!" When she got in, the male model got in behind her, taking a seat right next to her. The interior was quite spacious, even with the female models sitting on the opposite side with rather sour faces. "Where to?" Called out the driver from the front, obviously waiting for the new passenger's answer. Reaching over and sliding open a compartment, it seems there was a hidden bar in the limo, with an expensive selection of champagnes. "How about we open one? I feel like celebrating today...don't Europeans celebrate all 'firsts'?"
Jayne fidgeted uncomfortably under the stares of the other women as she told the driver where to go. She wasn't surprised that he really had no idea where she worked, but still, it hurt that she was still a wallflower after all these years. Not that she made an effort to improve herself. She almost jumped as the compartment opened. Her eyes widened at the champagne and shook her head. "It's way too early to drink, don't you think? I still have so many things to do. I can't let alcohol get in the way." And I'm a lightweight drinker. She added in her head. She was not about to get drunk in front of models--the popular people. The people who liked to make fun of her.
Bloody bogs! Why wasn't she born pretty like them? Maybe that would help stop the bullying.
Soon, they were in front of the building and she wanted to be out in a hurry--especially with the female models glaring daggers at her now. If looks could kill, she would probably bee in a million tiny pieces by now. "So, um. Thanks for the ride," Jayne smiled at him waiting for him to move so she could get out.
"Alright, alright~! I guess I'll have to let our little hostage go then...!" Getting out of the limo, he reluctantly let her go...though, she worked here. "Maybe I'll see you again, next time?" Smiling and waving as she left, he got back in a watched her for a short moment before the limousine left the area. Out in front of the building, a red headed man struggled with a tray of coffees once he spotted the woman coming out of the limousine of a certain male model. Rushing up to her a little too quickly, the tray almost spilled onto Jayne…almost. But with a quick hand, he tilted the tray inwards, all of the coffees spilling out onto him…and the rather expensive camera that hung around his neck, but he didn’t pay this any mind. His face was almost becoming as red as his hair, though it was indeterminable whether is was due to anger or embarrassment, “Okay, spill…how many of that agency’s exectutives did you have to blow in order to be allowed into that guy’s limo?! And…can you let them know I can manage two desperate hand jobs for a five minute long photo-shoot with their female models?”
Jayne forced a smile that was more like a feral dog baring its teeth. She turned around...only to almost crash into Robin. Her eyes widened as the coffee spilled all over his beloved camera. "Oh my...are you okay? We have to dry your camera stat!"
The answer she got was not what she expected. At all. Sure, Robin was crass, and a joker but...for him to say that to her? It was unbelievable! So she wasn't pretty. So what? She would never do anyone to get a ride on a limo! "What the hell? I did not...blow anyone! Even if I would, who on earth would want one from someone like me?" She sighed trying to keep her temper in check. "Look, just get your head out of your ass and get in. We only have fifteen minutes before the models arrive and I don't have any time to give you your joke for the week. Katie will not be happy if we run late this time. And for crying out loud, mind your camera, will you?"
Well, she might be a bullied dork, but when it came to work, she was always another person altogether.
With the tray and the cups on the ground, and the coffee thoroughly soaked into his clothing, his hands were freed up and he could now hold his hands up defensively, "Fuc%, don't be a b!tch...anyways, why fraternise with the enemy, so to speak...?" Asking this, he alternated from sneaking a glance at her rather angry expression, to staring at his camera as he attempted to dry it on the only dry part of his shirt. No coffee this time for him and his fellow photographers, time to break out his emergency supply of Redbull..."Oh, hey, also...are you actually trying today, or something? You look less sh!tty than usual..."