My Fake Lieutenant Boyfriend

Chapter 8: Katie

I woke up with a gasp. What the f**k was that? That couldn’t have been real, could it?

I shake my head as I turn my alarm clock off and look at the time. Well, it doesn’t matter if it was real or not real, because it is time for me to start getting ready for my day.

I get up and do my same routine as yesterday. I go for my thirty minute jog to the gym before I do my weight training for the day and head back to my apartment. I always make sure to walk home and then stretch before I jump through the shower just because I know my body is going to need the extra help to relax. Once I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and got ready for day two of working in the prison.

I shake my head slowly as I remember what all happened yesterday. Someone got stabbed, I got attacked, and several people had to have Narcan in order to pull them out of their high. Sometimes I wonder just how stupid some people can be. I mean, who would have thought that people would try and smoke bug spray of all things to get high?

I keep getting ready as my playlist blares through the house. I know I have a neighbor above me and to one of my sides, but the ceilings are high and the walls are super thick. I know they are because even when the police are called, I never hear them coming.

I finish getting ready and pack my bag for work. I know I can’t take anything into the prison unless it is clear and plastic. No glass, no colored plastic, and no metal. I purse my lips as I look at the glass tupperware my parents had bought me while I was at school to use for my lunches. It was super nice and I really felt classy while I used it. Too bad I can’t have it in the prison.

I smirk as I walk out of the apartment and lock my door behind me. I have to say, since everything that happened yesterday, I constantly feel as if I am being watched. I wonder what it could be?

I head down to my car and get ready for the thirty minute drive into work. It wasn’t so bad since I got to listen to my playlist the entire way there, but it still wasn’t great pulling into the parking lot. I take a deep breath as I pump myself up to go into the facility. I never thought I would get anxiety like this just by sitting in a parking lot at some place that I work. I shake my head and turn my phone off as I get ready to get out of the car.

“Okay, Katie, you can do this. Remember that you can do this,” I say to myself as I turn off the car and step out of it.

I turn my back to the rest of the world as I reach into my car to grab my backpack. I didn’t realize it until it was too late that a motorcycle had pulled into the spot next to my driver’s side door. f**k. I groan internally as I look at the man I had just had a really spicy dream about not even eight hours ago. I frown as he takes his full helmet off of his head and gives me an evil smirk.

“Hey, Katie Bug.”

I scoff and roll my eyes as I slam my car door behind me. “Why do you have to call me that?”

He chuckles and smirks as his eyes gleam with evil mirth. “I do it just to see the wonderful reaction you give me each day. I will continue to do this until you either become immune to it or until I get bored of terrorizing you. I think you will become immune to it though sooner than I will get bored.”

I sigh and shake my head slowly as I watch another motorcycle pull into the spot on the other side of my car. I didn’t recognize this person, but they seemed to recognize me.

“Hello,” the male voice says.

I nod my head to him politely as he dismounts his motorcycle and strips his helmet off of his head as well. “Olsen, how are you?”

I c**k an eyebrow to Nick as he frowns. “I’m doing well, Williams. What about you?”

“I’m doing just fine,” his smooth voice sounds.

I look back and see a fairly handsome young man standing before me. He is probably in his mid twenties and he has baby blue eyes, golden blonde hair, tattoos down his muscular arms, and a baby face to match his blue eyes. All together, he was physically attractive to the naked eye, but good looks don’t always make me go crazy. I prefer a man of action if I am being honest. He gives me, I assume, his most charming smile and looks at me next.

“You must be Miss Parks. I am Lieutenant Williams, but if you would like you can always call me Ryan when we aren’t at work.”

I hear Nick gag and I turn my head to look at him. What the f**k was that about? I know a fuckboy when I see one. Hell, I know for a fact he is a fuckboy too.

I sigh and shake my head as I offer the Lieutenant my hand. “A pleasure to meet you, sir. My name is Katie Parks. I am the new registered nurse here at the facility.”

He grabs my hand and I shake it firmly, but he doesn’t seem to want to let it go. When I try to pull my hand away, he pulls me a little closer to him so he could whisper in my ear. “You know, I really do love a woman who knows her shit.”

I scoff and start to laugh as I pull my hand away from him and shake my head at his very sad and ineffective way to attract a female. “You are too much, sir. Look, if you are wanting to ask me on a date, just do it. I can already tell you the answer is going to be no. I don’t date men who can’t seem to notice their own flaws and I certainly won’t be dating you.”

Nick bursts into a fit of laughter behind me as I fold my hands over my chest. This Lieutenant Williams looks pissed but I don’t really care. He glares at Nick who keeps laughing.

“Shut the f**k up, Olsen. That means you’re out of the picture too.”

Nick scoffs and shakes his head. “Dude, I was never in the picture to begin with. I’ve known Katie since we were kids and she has hated my guts ever since I can remember. Besides, I have other things to do other than date my best friend’s sister. Hell, I’m sure I can find a f*****g tree who is happier to see me than her.”

I purse my lips and nod my head. “Too true, Nick. Besides, I have better things I can do with my life than date someone like you as well.”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Look, cuddling your stuffed animal at night doesn’t mean you have it better than me.”

“Mr. Quackers was my best friend before Sammy! How dare you speak his name with your filthy mouth!” I stomp my foot as Nick continues to laugh. I roll my eyes and shake my head as I turn my attention back to the other guy.

“Anyway, Ryan, was it? Yeah, you can try and flirt and sweet talk me all day, but it isn’t going to work. If you truly want me to pay attention to you, you have to earn it. So, I’m going to go ahead and go inside for the day but I hope we can still try and become friends later on down the road once you get over the shame of being rejected. Bye,” I say with a smile as I turn on my heel and head inside.

I sigh as I shake my head slowly. I know I shouldn’t have been as harsh as I was, but that seems to be the only way to get guys like him to understand. I don’t want anything to do with you, not unless you can prove yourself to be worthy of my attention. I know my worth and I am not about to forget it just because I came to prison.