“Ugh! Cassi find me a decent guy, these stupid ones might literally be killing me” Jaycee sprawled on the rug continually rolling about with what she called insufferable angst. Her black hair pooled around her, elbows rested beneath her while her grayish eyes conveyed a look that read 'I am so done’.

“Sorry, but I don't know if a full fledged decent guy actually exists, pretty sure they're as real as unicorns,girls always yearn for them and yet they're still mythical” I shot her a grin

“Noooooooo, Cassi don't agree with me keep the hope alive.” Jaycee whines

“Okay how's about this we can go to Dutch, like stereotypical basic bitches, then go get some curly fries,and you can tell me all about it. I’ll buy”

“Cass I ever tell you how much I love you? Because I really love you and you know I love my curly fries”. It was amazing how fast Jaycee recovered from any negative emotion when Curly fries were involved, she would marry a man if he brought her some fries,if only my life were that simple. Letting out a sigh we got up and moving it was about 2:00 and I'd just been binging shows when Jaycee came in to roll around on my floor, believe it or not this was a pretty common sight seen at least twice a week I'm tempted to start selling tickets.

My car was a beat up tin can, but this tin can had a heater which is all I care about since I may be made of ice and I know for sure the snow hills outside don't help with that. Demi Lovato’s 'sorry not sorry’ played on the radio station and we both started singing we related with the song on a spiritual level, plus you can never beat Demi.

The ride was fairly short considering how tiny our town was,even a tiny town like this needed a Dutch or should I say we were in serious need of one. Recently in our quiet town a string of disappearances had shook the community, young girls had vanished seemingly out of nowhere all from different places each abduction worse than the last. Nothing had been found and the worst part was where they'd gone missing; at first it was a jogger who never came back from a late night jog , then a high schooler on her way home from school, a swimmer outside a swim meet, and the last one a 19 year old college student gone missing from her dorm room. Each one was bolder and more personal, making every woman in town terrified every second of every day, each incident encroached further disturbing my tiny isolated life, it makes me wonder who’s going to be next.Literally anyone could be targeted, me, Jaycee, or Jaycee’s kid sister it frightened me I didn't feel safe in my own bedroom which I guess is a way to violate every female in town.

“Jeez so Tom and I were out on our second date right, well he was really polite pulled out my chair and everything-”

“So what was the problem?”

“Wait I'm getting to that. So he was being polite we had a nice time in the beginning, but towards the end of the night he's like 'let's go back to my place’ and I'm like woah dude chill it's only the second date and I don't know you that well, and I’m especially not hopping in the sack with any guy when that stupid creep is on the loose already. So he says 'ah come on it's not like we have to wait let's just have some fun’ he was just being really pushy I mean ultimately it's my choice too so I was like you know what I'm out” letting out a sigh she eats another curly fry.

“Oh my gosh what a douche! Who does that? I swear, Jaycee do you want me to go slap a hoe? I will beat him up for you just say the word” generally I'm not like this, but how dare a man like that even try to go out with one of my friends. Jaycee's my closest friend we've helped each other through a lot and have gone through a lot so the fact some weird guy thinks he can just use her for whatever he wants not even thinking of her as a person irritated me beyond all belief, I would totally beat that guy up see him on the streets he'll get a surprise. Too bad for him girls talk within our extensive group of friends he will never get a date again, every girl we know will hate him and he'll be blacklisted, Karma sucks.

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“Whatever losers like that will probably get someone they deserve, so don't worry at least you won't be on the same level as that guy” I tried to console her.

“Hahaha! you're so right people like that do generally end up with other people of the same nature” she giggles giving a grin, at least she wasn't that attached to him otherwise this might've been a bit more difficult, and I do not know how to handle difficult well.

After getting Dutch we went back to the tiny apartment and had a movie marathon, this was one of her favorite things to do, we especially liked to choose horror movies just to purely mock them. We stayed up late with fluffy blankets and stuffed animals eventually passing out, I dreamed of fields warm tiny lights dancing by a tree it was peaceful and I wanted to stay, but I didn't. In the morning I drove Jaycee home so she could get better rest than the couch at my place. Than back to my apartment for a bit more sleep and eventually exercise, which is a routine I've been trying to maintain, it's getting started that's the hard part because I have no will to do something that'll make me achy.

Done with my 15 minute exercise, which left me sweaty, I didn't have much else to do you see I have no actual purpose not much makes me happy and I'm not driven so for the most part I just float about until I have to go to work which I dread. Not to say my job is bad, but I don't like being forced to work with the threat of losing everything I own, that's the sucky part about existing as an adult. I hopped in the shower before work hoping to look semi decent today after all Chase would be in today and boy was he something. when I got out the time read 4:38 p.m. ‘shit!’ I was running late my shift started at 5:00pm.I still have to get dressed and everything I knew ‘I shouldn't have gone back to bed after driving Jaycee home’. I quickly threw on a light green tank top, a black skirt, and a short black cardigan it’d have to do, then rushed out of the tiny apartment.

“ So-sorr-sorry I’m late, Tammie” I managed to finally wheeze out between my gasping breaths.

“ Cassi, I expect better. Do not be late again or I’m afraid you’ll be out of a job” Tammie scowled across the tidy desk. She was a stern woman in her late 50’s, streaks of gray showed in swirls around the tight bun that held back the rest of her hair. I hated Tammie she was always such a nitpicker.

“ Yes I won’t be late again, Tammie” I changed the tone in my voice to a perfected customer service persona.

“Good” she stated, bitter as ever.

I quickly set my heavy red coat over the stiff swirly chair, and put the large black bag that contained my lunch, under the desk just in time for miss knudsen to swing her office door open and escort a sniffling young woman out.

“Cassi has my 5:30 arrived?” The dark haired woman asked.

“Uummmm, let me see” I logged into the company computer searching through today’s scheduled appointments.

“ It looks like Mr. Wallace called and counseled today’s appointment” I said looking at the cancelled listing beside his name.

“Okay, well would you call Mr. Chase in a little early then?”

“ No problem Mrs. Knudsen” I loved talking to Chase he was smart, funny, and nerdy which was completely my type. He’d been Coming to our offices every thursday or so to meet with Mrs. Knudsen about his particularly nasty divorce, which she would be handling.

About 15 minutes later the tall olive skinned man walked in.

“ Ah Cassi always a pleasure to see you” he flashed a pearly white grin that’d make an ice cap melt.

“ Mr. Chase the pleasure is all mine” she shot back her own smile, as she let her eyes trail down his muscular form.

“I’m here to check in and maybe enjoy a nice conversation about our favorite superheroes” he said while crossing the room to lean against the desk’s counter. His hair held black waves hinting at light curls, and his eyes were a light caramel, let’s just say he was a very attractive man.

“ You’re already checked in and Mrs. Knudsen is able to see you now, we can talk on your way out” I tried to rush him in before Mrs. Knudsen grew impatient and fired me anyways.

“ Ah somebody’s a little cold today, but I understand you just wanted me for my agreeable opinions” he feigned a hurt look as he turned and headed for the metal door. ‘Why does he have to be so gorgeous?!’