My alarm clock woke me up, blaring the only radio station I could find last night -- country. It did its job, and I hopped out of bed and reached over to the windowsill where it was blaring some girl singing about her man.
I sighed and looked out of the window. It was 6 AM, but I had to get up this early so I could walk to my new job. Hopefully at some point I'll have enough money to get a bike... or a bus pass.
I stop whining to myself and stood up, trundling into the bathroom. Although I managed to get everything out of the moving truck yesterday, things still weren't in their proper place.
I rummaged through the box marked "BATHROOM," sleepily dug out a bottle of shampoo, and set it on the sink. I then sleepily pulled the sweaty tee-shirt from yesterday over my head, then turned on the shower head. As the water was heating up, I sleepily pulled my panties from yesterday down my legs, grabbed the shampoo and stepped in.
The shower was too hot. The steaming jets hit against my naked body like needles and I jumped aside, instantly much more awake. Stupid new shower, I told myself I would figure this new apartment out soon, and avoid this next time. I fiddled with the handle and eventually everything was okay.
I stepped out of the shower, and realized that I didn't know where my towels were packed. I swore, stepping out anyway onto the bare floor -- making a mental note to unpack hygiene essentials today after work. I rubbed some of the steam off the mirror above the sink and checked myself. Train wreck, perfect, no wonder he left me.
Through some act of god I managed to find clothes that didn't make me look like a high school student. I also managed to find a blow dryer, make up, and a granola bar (at the bottom of my purse -- mental note, also buy food) and make it out the door at a reasonable hour.
My apartment complex was nice, not bad for a recent college grad that was also now a librarian, but it was still an hour's walk to my job. In a small town with one library, I guess I can't complain, though.
When I got to work, I met with my manager and was set to work arranging an exhibit for some kids in a summer program that were coming in. I was told to look after Hannah, the "intern."
First of all, when my manager said intern, I did not imagine Hannah. Hannah is a college sophomore, twenty years old, with huge tits and bright red hair. She turned around when I opened the door to the classroom, and we stared at each other.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This girl was wearing a jean miniskirt with tried to make her off-balance ass look big, and succeeded. On her front was a tight t-shirt with some weird cartoon character on it. She wore converse sneakers and tight leggings with white and purple stripes. The strangest thing of all, though, was the pair of black cat ears that she wore on her head.
"Erm... are you Hannah?" I blinked, hoping she wasn't some crazy person that had wandered into the classroom.
She grinned. Her teeth were white and perfect, and her face was pale, with only two or three freckles on each cheek. It looked like she didn't get a lot of sun. "Yup! That's me! I'm the intern. You must be Mia!"
I frowned. I felt seriously overdressed in my gray pencil skirt and cream blouse. I had thrown on a rose-colored cardigan, my favorite one, to give my outfit some color, but I looked like I was in black-in-white compared to her. She must've only been two or three years younger than me, and her tits were so much bigger. I felt my lips get thin.
"Yes, I'm Mia. I'm supposed to be supervising you."
"Yeah, well, I know my way around her, mew. Just follow my lead."
I frowned. "What did you say?"
"I'll show you the ropes, I mean." She blushed. "I didn't mean to seem rude, meow."
"Wait, there is was again!"
"There what was?"
"The meow!"
Hannah blinked. "Oh, that! I love anime! I'm going for the cat-girl look, can't you tell?" I admit, I couldn't. "Boys find it really sexy, mew!"
I sighed and decided not to acknowledge this idiocy. Hannah told me all about cat girls, which were big in Japanese anime, as we set up a display about summer reading. Hannah really was a bright girl -- when the class came in, she did all of the talking. I stood next to her and nodded.
As Hannah sat down to read the kids a story from the display, I sat in the back of the room with the teacher of the class and what looked like some volunteers. There was a zit-faced teenage boy, a lady in her 40s with mom jeans, and a man that I looked at once, then quickly looked away.
He was absolutely gorgeous. His hair was black, and his face had features like a marble statue. He was wearing khaki-colored pants with tennis shoes, and a red cardigan over a white tee shirt. In the split second it took me to notice his total hotness, his green eyes caught mine and his lips curled a little, in a smile. Why did I have to sit in the chair next to the hottie?
He leaned his head towards my ear. "The kids really love her clothes."
I blushed, feeling his breath tickle my ear. "You mean the cat-girl look."
"Yeah, I have to admit it's pretty cute."
I felt my stomach do a little flip-flop and looked at him. "What do you think of it?" I asked, ready to hear how he thought Hannah was hot, with her huge tits and miniskirt with leggings. I guess I'm close to admitting that I'm more of a friend type. I'm definitely not the big-titted type.