Healing my Heart: Book 2 - My Heart Series by Aleya Michelle Page A
Authors: Aleya Michelle
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pretty cool name, keeping up with the times they want an extremely modern look so I chose to make their logo a 3D hexagonal shape with a graphic of scissors as requested in a silver/grey.
The background I ’m using is Onyx black but with a vibran t purple saturation colour to enhance the wor d Scissors.
I then emboss over the heading for a unique looking texture and design. Perfect
Oh I love it. My mind wonders to my own studio if it happens one day, and the fun I could have designing my own logos, artwork and presentations.
I am side tracked from my work by my phone as it vibrates on the desk. From the caller ID I see its Dylan calling. It has only been two short hours since I spoke to him at twelve, what could he possibly need so soon after lunch? Just when I think he takes a step back or listens I’m proven wrong. I’ve never been the type of girl that is clingy or overly attentive. I leave his call unanswered and continue with my design.
My shiny purple phone vibrates again. Seriously? I don ’t even want to check it but now I feel guilty just in case there is an emergency.
Hi Roxy, thinking of you gorgeous. Call me.
Nope, no emergency just as I assumed so I’m ignoring him. Work is my priority right now, I don’t get paid to answer his messages all day long.
Since this is my first draft I double check that everything on my design is correct before I save it and send it to Neeta. She will take a look at it as well before sending it over to Glenda, the owner of Scissors to approve.
For the third time in five minutes my fucking phone gets another message.
Can ’t you at least text me back Roxy?
This guy is nuts, he wants me to text him back so bad. All the more reason this bad arse independent bitch is going to do nothing of the sort. Snap.
With that my mind wanders to other people who are nuts, I ’ve yet to hear back from Jemma about her idea to Facebook stalk. Her plan was to see if she could find out any background info on the brunette Candice chick that threw the bottle at me.
I have a spare few minutes why not dig a little deeper myself?
Let ’s start with my friend Google, Google knows everything. I type in Dylan Rossi. How many other girls’ Google the guy they are dating? I’m sure tons.
It takes me to Facebook, showing me he has a Facebook page, but I need to log in so I ’ll do that later. Using the mouse I scroll down further. Nothing interesting is jumping out at me, so I add the word girlfriend.
Well here we go. Listed below is an article on a car crash. I am intrigued as I know nothing of a car crash.
A teenager has been arrested for drunk driving.
Dylan Rossi is a well-known local in Frenchs Forest and a model student at Warrick High school.
His girlfriend Cassandra Rowe was seriously injured in the accident and was hospitalised for nerve damage with a possibility she may become a paraplegic.
Such a devastating incident for all involved.
A court hearing will be set for Dylan and his age taken into consideration for his sentencing.
Wow, that sounds pretty fucking intense. I can’t believe he has never mentioned it, I would say that is a god damn big secret. It is dated only eight months ago. Shit so what four months before we met?
How did I not know about this?
I try to investigate and Google more details but there is a dead end and nothing else comes up in my search. This situation has become messier than I could have imagined. Knowing Dylan’s temper and personality I need to find the right time to talk to him about this.
This would explain why the ex-girlfriend ’s friends hate him so much, but why was I the target?
I can ’t blame them for disliking him, especially if he got behind the wheel drunk and caused severe injuries to Cassandra.
But it ’s only fair to Dylan that I hear his side of the story, right? I wonder if his story of her cheating when they were engaged is true or another lie? My bet is she never forgave him for drunk driving.
Or she saw his
The background I ’m using is Onyx black but with a vibran t purple saturation colour to enhance the wor d Scissors.
I then emboss over the heading for a unique looking texture and design. Perfect
Oh I love it. My mind wonders to my own studio if it happens one day, and the fun I could have designing my own logos, artwork and presentations.
I am side tracked from my work by my phone as it vibrates on the desk. From the caller ID I see its Dylan calling. It has only been two short hours since I spoke to him at twelve, what could he possibly need so soon after lunch? Just when I think he takes a step back or listens I’m proven wrong. I’ve never been the type of girl that is clingy or overly attentive. I leave his call unanswered and continue with my design.
My shiny purple phone vibrates again. Seriously? I don ’t even want to check it but now I feel guilty just in case there is an emergency.
Hi Roxy, thinking of you gorgeous. Call me.
Nope, no emergency just as I assumed so I’m ignoring him. Work is my priority right now, I don’t get paid to answer his messages all day long.
Since this is my first draft I double check that everything on my design is correct before I save it and send it to Neeta. She will take a look at it as well before sending it over to Glenda, the owner of Scissors to approve.
For the third time in five minutes my fucking phone gets another message.
Can ’t you at least text me back Roxy?
This guy is nuts, he wants me to text him back so bad. All the more reason this bad arse independent bitch is going to do nothing of the sort. Snap.
With that my mind wanders to other people who are nuts, I ’ve yet to hear back from Jemma about her idea to Facebook stalk. Her plan was to see if she could find out any background info on the brunette Candice chick that threw the bottle at me.
I have a spare few minutes why not dig a little deeper myself?
Let ’s start with my friend Google, Google knows everything. I type in Dylan Rossi. How many other girls’ Google the guy they are dating? I’m sure tons.
It takes me to Facebook, showing me he has a Facebook page, but I need to log in so I ’ll do that later. Using the mouse I scroll down further. Nothing interesting is jumping out at me, so I add the word girlfriend.
Well here we go. Listed below is an article on a car crash. I am intrigued as I know nothing of a car crash.
A teenager has been arrested for drunk driving.
Dylan Rossi is a well-known local in Frenchs Forest and a model student at Warrick High school.
His girlfriend Cassandra Rowe was seriously injured in the accident and was hospitalised for nerve damage with a possibility she may become a paraplegic.
Such a devastating incident for all involved.
A court hearing will be set for Dylan and his age taken into consideration for his sentencing.
Wow, that sounds pretty fucking intense. I can’t believe he has never mentioned it, I would say that is a god damn big secret. It is dated only eight months ago. Shit so what four months before we met?
How did I not know about this?
I try to investigate and Google more details but there is a dead end and nothing else comes up in my search. This situation has become messier than I could have imagined. Knowing Dylan’s temper and personality I need to find the right time to talk to him about this.
This would explain why the ex-girlfriend ’s friends hate him so much, but why was I the target?
I can ’t blame them for disliking him, especially if he got behind the wheel drunk and caused severe injuries to Cassandra.
But it ’s only fair to Dylan that I hear his side of the story, right? I wonder if his story of her cheating when they were engaged is true or another lie? My bet is she never forgave him for drunk driving.
Or she saw his
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