Later, Hater

Chapter 1-Summer

”And how may I help you on this pleasant day”, I asked, wincing at the choice of my words. The couple gave me a weird look before smiling at each other. Gross. “We’d like to thank you”, the girl says. The guy nods. “We wouldn’t be together without you”, the guy added. “Don’t think like that, you would have met sooner or later”, I suggested, gagging mentally. The couple gives me one last smile and waves goodbye. I collapse onto my desk as soon as they go. Thank god, I only have one appointment before I’m done for the day.

A woman, looking like she was in her late 20′s sauntered in. She slams her hands onto the desk and glares at me. “Your company is terrible”, she shouts. My company? I don’t own this place. “Look ma’am, there’s been a huge misunderstanding”, I tell her and gestured for her to sit down. “No, you listen here, I’ve been waiting to get a match since yesterday and I haven’t gotten one single call”, she snapped. Yesterday? “You just registered yesterday”, I asked. She nodded. I sighed.

“It takes more than one day to gather matches”, I tell her gently. “Why? I’m pretty, rich and a blonde! There should be guys falling over my feet already”, she yelled. I look at her. She was pretty. She had blonde hair that was styled in a high ponytail and she was wearing a bralette and a mini skirt, which brings us to the question, why doesn’t she have a boyfriend? “Ma’am”, I began. “It's Bethany”, the woman interrupted. “Bethany, if you haven’t gotten at least one match before next week, come back”, I tell her. Bethany glared at me. “Fine”, she snarled, flipped her hair and sauntered away.

I sighed. “Coffee, Summer?“, my assistant asked. “Yes please”, I replied. While Ally prepared my coffee, I looked through the list of clients I had. Did I like Matchmaking? No. Was I good at it? Yes. Did it pay well? Yes. The last reason is why I stay. I need money to keep my apartment and to keep Ally as an assistant. Ally was a year older than me, she was 24. She hadn’t wanted to become a matchmaker or anything to do with the business and then she met her boyfriend Dylan here and she decided to work as an assistant. Funny, how so many people change for love. I, on the other hand, was single. I’ve been single for my whole life. Did I have my first kiss before? Yes. But it was a dare and meant nothing to me.

Ally always tells me I should quit when I don’t believe in love. I do believe in love, I’m just a failure in it. The first-ever guy that told me he liked me was in 2nd grade. We all know how that turned out. The second guy who told me I was pretty, was a grandpa. I’ve no experience when it comes to matchmaking, I’m just naturally good at it. The company is called Match Makers. I know, very original. Note the sarcasm.

How did I get here? On a drunken whim. I had been to a party and had matched 6 people who now are couples. The owner of Match Makers saw and invited me here. And I took the job because it paid well. I have theories about why I’m a failure in love. My parents are divorced. It's an ugly divorce too. My mom and dad were both having affairs. If they couldn’t succeed, their only child probably had no chance.

“Hey Summer? Do you want sugar?“, Ally yelled. “2 packets”, I yelled back. A frown on my forehead strained as I stretched. I probably don’t have a boyfriend too of how I look. I’m pretty enough, I know that. I’m not ugly, just not beautiful. I have long wavy brown hair that reached to my thighs, green eyes, and a curvy enough figure. I’m kinda short, a 5′9, and have an incredibly thin waist. I eat like a pig. Unlike Ally, I’m not that ladylike. Ally is beautiful, I can tell that. She has short red hair that fades into blonde, blue eyes, and is tall. And by tall, I mean she’s 6′3. Imagine how we look standing next to each other and I’m her boss.

Ally hands me my coffee and sits down on one of the beanbags in my office. “Jeez, the last one was a bitch”, she mumbled. I smiled at her, pressing the coffee to my forehead. “Tell me about it, she signed up yesterday! She thinks we can give her 5 matches in 24 hours?“, I questioned. Ally gives me a small smile. “Apparently so”, she says. I drain my coffee and get up. “I’m going home, I’m done for the day”, I said. Ally nods. “You coming”, I asked. “I’m waiting until Dylan is done”, she says. “Okay”, I responded and slung my bad over my shoulder. I live in Las Vegas. Match Maker is the only company in Las Vegas that does this. So a lot of people come here.

There are about 50 other people that match here, but most of them only have matched about 20 in the whole time they’ve worked here. I’ve matched more than 50 so everyone except Ally and the owner hates me. Actually, they think I’m a boasting bitch. I don’t care though. All of the people who work here except me are in a relationship. Jealousy is common. I’m jealous of the couples. Jealous of how it seems like everyone can succeed in love but for me.

I get into a Uber. “Where Miss?“, the driver says. “56 Heathers Street”, I replied. The driver nods. I sigh.

Welcome to the first chapter of Later Hater. It's not that interesting so far but please note it's only the first chapter! This book will have slow updates as I also write on another platform.