In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 37: Unexpected Someone The next day after school, I go to a local coffee house for interview as planned.

This job is nothing fancy, but it pays really well. Too well actually. If my job is to brew some coffee, serve some pastries and mob the floor, then I think I’m definitely overvalued given my wage.

The coffee shop is in the university district, right next to a school library. So I’m not surprised to find that the room is packed with college students reading, writing and discussing assignments when I step in.

There’s a cute girl with pink hairs and lip rings standing behind the counter. She welcomes me with a hearty smile, “Hey! What can I get ya?” “Hi,” I can’t help but smile back. “I’m here for interview. My name is Natalia Moore?” “Oh yeah! I’ve been expecting you. Follow me please.”

She leaves the counter and leads me to the back and into an office. When we get in, she casually points me to a seat and sits down behind the desk herself, “can I offer you anything to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?” 1

It looks like that she’s the one doing the interview. Although she seems very friendly, I am still a little nervous, “I’m good. Thank you for asking though.”

“Relax,” she senses my nervousness and grins at me. “You can call me Lola. Actually, I don’t have any questions for you. Alex had already given me all the information I need, and it seems that you are more than qualified. You can start anytime you want.”

I can’t believe how easily everything goes, “Sorry…but Alex told you about me?” “Yeah. Don’t you know?” she seems surprised as well. “Alex’s aunt owns this place. So when he told us that his friend needed a job, we are definitely willing to help. And, of course, we are understaffed so we can really use some helps. Actually you don’t even need to come in for this interview. You can just text me your starting time.”

I had no idea about this.

I thought Alex just walked pass by here, saw that they were hiring and simply passed on the information. Or maybe he worked here himself once and referred me as an old employee.

But he didn’t tell me that he had already gotten me the job before I even showed up.

A wave of mixed emotions washes over me as I sit there processing the information. On the one hand, I’m really grateful for everything he has done for me; yet on the other hand, I feel that I will never be able to repay him…especially since I know that he has feelings for me.

“Hey, are you OK?” Lola’s voice snaps me back to reality. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Umm, no. I’m all good,” I take in a deep breath. “I can start tomorrow if that works for you.”

“Well then, I’ll

door for me and says, “I won’t walk you out since I’m still waiting for my next interviewer…Oh here you are! Right

involuntarily to look at the person she is talking to. And the next second, I’m face-to-face with the last person I’m expected

It’s Zack

I bet my face is as shocked as it can be. And his face is the same, like a thunder has struck him from above. We just stand there stiffly, staring at

and frowns, do you guys know

I finally come back to my senses. “Bye Lola, see you

down my eyes and escape the scene, as quickly as possible.

I landed my eyes on him, those horrible things from the past came back at me immediately. Those harsh words he said and those shitty things he has done. Everything still hurts me like yesterday. I thought I’ve moved on. But no. I still hate his guts. He better

a short silence, he turns and makes way for me

street. After taking a

run

job now. But what’s he doing here anyway? According to Lola, it seems that he was also coming in for interview. But why? I thought he was also born with a silver spoon and therefore never has to worry about the money. Maybe he’s only working here for fun? Ahh this is fucked-up. Just when I

take out my phone, texting Eason and letting him know that my

beside the street, I heard someone calling me from behind. Turn

him and warm him. “Don’t you dare taking

Calm down,” he spreads his hands and stops

just wanted to

think we’ve moved pass beyond that. We are now in hate-each-other-to-guts kind of area,” I say without

and keeps staring at me in a really creepy way, “Nat I never hated you… 1-I miss you. Everything has been wrong and different after you left.” My stomach swirls and I want to throw up. His words, his face, and everything about

“Please? Like… I don’t get it. You slept with someone else, and you dumped me, and I’ve moved on from that already. Why do you even bother talking to me

to say something but swallows it back again. He frowns and twists his finger, as if he’s going through some serious inner struggles. He seems gaunter and greyer than the last time I saw him. There are dark circles

I’ve already lost my patience. If he’s not leaving, then