Page 52 of Prove Me Wrong
My fingers pinch my top lip as I consider him momentarily. “I mean, this would be a dream. They rarely offer this sort of position to anyone, and I have the chance to interview for it.”
“Hmm,” is all he hums out, and it makes my stomach knot.
“What?”
“I mean, if I were in your position, then I’d go for it.”
My pulse beats widely as my gaze locks on the laptop again, the words CONGRATULATIONS spread across the top of the screen makes me feel fuzzy and jittery inside. “You would?” My voice shakes a little.
“Well, it’s what you chose to study at uni. What’s stopping you from going for it?”
My jaw slackens, lips parted, but no words reach the tip of my tongue. There shouldn’t be anything stopping me from leaping at this opportunity, but someone is.
Actually, two people. One and a half?
I drag my hand over my face as I think about Jade and Noah next door and how much I love looking after her. I know it was never going to be a full-time thing, that eventually I’d stop when he found someone better, or when I moved away again, but now that I know them, a part of me is stuck here, and the thought of leaving doesn’t sit right with me.
I’ve been here for almost two months, and I have felt more at home here than I have ever felt back in the city, but this is also something that I might regret if I miss taking the chance.
“Mia?” My brother’s voice drags me back to the conversation.
“I just…” I search for the right words. “I just don’t know if I should, Sin.”
His exhale is heavy as I hear him sit down on the other end. “Look, twinkle fingers, be serious with me for a second.”
“All right,” I whisper.
“You are doing your babysitting thing for the baby daddy now twice?—”
“Don’t call him that. His name is Noah,” I push out angrily.Why does it bother me so much when people call him that?
Sinnett snickers. “Whatever… You are helping out Noah twice a week. Is it enough money?”
I swallow because I hate the fact that Noah is paying me, since this is definitely beginning to feel like more than me just being his daughter’s babysitter. “I mean, it’s not terrible money,” I answer, but my voice shakes a little.
“Is it enough for you to live off?”
My mouth tightens. “No.”
“Well, then, that’s your answer.”
I let out a sound of frustration, shoveling hair off my face.
“Why are you so annoyed? I thought this is what you wanted?” Sinnett grounds out.
“It was… but maybe it’s not anymore.”
A loaded grunt comes through the phone, followed by, “Are things with Noah… advancing?”
My whole face scrunches and I nod my head, trying to swallow the anxious feeling creeping up the back of my throat. “They are.” The words come out like a secret, and it kind of is. I don’t think either of us expected our agreement to go further than being friends. But now, there are feelings growing inside of me like vines twining about my organs and veins, and I can’t seem to be able to control them.
“How far?” Sinnett drawls.
I shrug my shoulder. “I’ve only kissed his cheek, but even that was terrifying for me.”
Sinnett snorts a laugh. “Man, we are too different sometimes. Look, take some time to think about it on your own. You have time, and maybe the decision will become clearer to you.”
I hum in response, chewing on my lip. I shut my laptop, not wanting to look at the email anymore. The words are burnt into my brain; I've read it so many times now.
