Zoe felt her face burn and her eyes

Zoe felt her face burn and her eyes water as his words hit home.

"Oh shit....," he muttered, looking horrified.

Biting back a sob, she carefully placed the box of chicken fingers on top of the pizza box in his hands. "Bon appetite," she mumbled, heading for the door.

"Zoe, wait!" she heard him say, but she didn't stop. She ran into her apartment, shut the door, and ran upstairs, wishing for the second time that day that she had just kept her mouth shut.

She crawled onto her bed as she angrily wiped away the tears. After all the crap she'd gone through in the last couple of years she couldn't believe that a gorgeous guy calling her fat finally made her cry.

"What an asshole," she mumbled around a sob as she buried her face in her pillow.

It wasn't like she didn't know that she was fat, but having it pointed out by someone who looked like him was beyond humiliating. Granted, she knew he was saying it because he was pissed, and she did kind of, sort of go out of her way to embarrass him with that "you're loud" bit, but that didn't stop it from hurting.

She'd lost count of how many times over the years she tried to lose weight. Sometimes the diets would work and she'd lose a few pounds only to gain all the weight back plus some when something in her life didn't go as she wished or work depressed her more than usual.

Well, at least she didn't have to worry about binge eating after receiving another write up for using too many paper towels in the ladies bathroom, she thought dryly. Of course being unemployed was really depressing, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about binge eating while she looked for a job since she couldn't afford it.

What in the hell was she supposed to do now? She was unemployed and probably couldn't count on a good recommendation from The N.W. Corporation, the firm she'd been booted out of a few hours ago. Why hadn't she kept her mouth shut? She'd heard some truly frightening stories about how her old bosses treated their ex-employees. Had those horror stories stopped her from opening her big fat mouth?

Nope.

Stupidly she thought that they'd appreciate finding out where their money was going. She never expected them to show their appreciation by giving her a raise or a promotion or anything. She wasn't delusional after all, but she had hoped that they would relax their rules a little bit so that going to work wasn't so damn stressful, but really she should have known better.

Telling her immediate supervisor, who in turn let everyone know that one of the partner's wives was stealing from the company was a dumb move. She should have gone with her original plan and anonymously sent the file, but she hadn't thought the information would have been taken seriously unless there was an actual person behind the complaint. She should have known that Mr. Sands would take it out on her.

Now she was facing a future of living out of a car, again. Granted her car at this very moment was rapidly filling up with water or being vandalized and might not be livable come morning.

"Zoe," she heard Trevor say through the wall.

"Go. Away," she said into the pillow, unsure if he could hear her and really not caring. She had enough problems without adding his bullshit into the mix.

"I'm really sorry," he said louder.

She didn't bother answering as she lay there, hoping he would just give up and leave. Of course he didn't.

"I'm really sorry," he said, again.

Frustrated that he wasn't going away and angry with herself for crying, she rolled over onto her side and demanded, "For what? For being a jerk or for calling me fat?"

"Hey! I didn't call you fat!"

"What the hell would you call it?" she snapped back.

After a short pause he muttered something before saying. "You're right. I'm an asshole."

"At least we're in agreement about one thing," she said.

"Look, I'm trying to apologize here. Could you cut me some slack?"

She thought that over for a minute. "Are you going to give me back my pizza?"

His answer was a snort.

"Fine. Whatever. Keep the pizza," she said, half expecting him to offer to share it at least.

"Thanks," he said brightly, and she could have sworn it sounded like he was eating, but she couldn't really tell through the wall.

She grabbed Mr. Cuddles, the teddy bear she'd had since she was two, and absently ran her fingers over his worn little ears and button nose.

"So?"

"So what?" she called back, throwing a confused look at her bare lavender wall.

"So what the hell happened to you today to set off that little breakdown?" he asked as she heard a familiar hissing sound. Yup, he was eating her food and drinking her Coke, she thought with a resigned sigh.

"You don't think the shit you pulled was enough to set me off?" she asked, rolling onto her back and placing Mr. Cuddles on her stomach.

"No. Not really," he said easily.

"I just had a bad day at work," she said, wondering why she was talking to him.

"Is that why you said you had to move out?" he asked with what sounded like a mouthful of food.

She snorted. "You don't think the crap you pull is reason enough?"

"Nope," he said with absolutely no hesitation.

Zoe rolled over onto her side, hugging Mr. Cuddles tightly in her arms the way she used to when she was a little girl spending her first night in a new foster home. Even after all these years it still brought her comfort.

"So?" he asked, still eating her damn pizza. It should piss her off, but after everything she'd gone through today she discovered that she really didn't care and didn't have much of an appetite anymore.

"I was fired if you must know so I won't be able to pay you rent past next month," she said, sighing heavily.

"What did you do?" he asked shamelessly, reminding her of the women who gossiped at the beauty salon.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fucked up big time, huh?"

She titled her head back to glare at the wall, wishing she could glare at him instead. "I didn't screw up!"

"Fucked up. I said fucked up," he sighed heavily as if reminding her somehow pained him.

"Same damn thing," she said, still glaring.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Nope," he said, making the word pop.

She growled. "You know you're annoying, right?"

"Yes," he said unconcerned.

"You were dropped on your head as a child, weren't you?"

"Once or twice," he mused. "Now, you were telling me how you fucked up and got fired," he prompted.

"No, I wasn't," she said, frowning.

"Are you sure? Because I distinctly remember you saying, 'Let me tell you how I fucked up, Trevor' and then stopping only to tell me that I'm the best landlord that you've ever had."

"Oh yeah, you rock," she said dryly, her lips twitching despite herself.

"I know," he said on a long drawn out sigh. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. The man truly was arrogant. Not that she could blame him with his chiseled bad boy good looks, killer green eyes and a body that didn't exactly hurt the eyes.

"So?"

"So what? I'm sleeping. Go away," she grumbled, not exactly in the mood to recap one of the stupidest things she'd ever done.

"No, you're not."

"How do you know?"

"Believe me I know when you're sleeping. You snore."

"I do not!" she practically screeched. She didn't. She would know.

He laughed.

The bastard.

"Go away."

"Can't," he simply said. "I still have half a pizza left."

She groaned. "Look, if I tell you, will you shut up and leave me to wallow in self-pity?"

"Sure," he readily agreed.

Zoe worried her lip as she ran her fingers over Mr. Cuddle's head. After a few minutes she said, "A few months ago I came across some inconsistencies in one of our audit programs. So for the past few months I've been following a money trail and yesterday I discovered that it lead straight to one of the owner's wives."

When he didn't say anything she continued. "I told my supervisor, who told everyone else so the owner actually heard the rumor before I was able to file my report this morning. He was angry to say the least, but I didn't think he was mad enough to fire me."

"Clearly you were wrong," Trevor mused.

"Clearly," she repeated dryly, again wondering why the hell she was talking to him? Oh, that's right, because she had absolutely no one else in the world to talk to and she was probably on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked.

"I thought you were going to leave me alone if I told you."

"I lied."

She sighed. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do now."

When he didn't say anything for a long time she figured that he'd finally left. Even though it was nice to talk to someone, she couldn't help but feel relieved. She didn't want to sit around talking or thinking about how she was going to fix her screwed up life. There was plenty of time to do that tomorrow. Right now she wanted to pull on her favorite Red Sox tee shirt and go to bed and forget this mess, at least for a little while.

"Look, there's this job in the office at my uncle's construction company," he suddenly announced, breaking the silence. "I can't guarantee you'd get it, but they're pretty desperate for some help. The pay is pretty good and so are the benefits. If you're interested, you could swing by in the morning and I could put a good word in for you."

She couldn't help but feel a little touched. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

"Well," he said, yawning loudly, "you could use the work, my uncle needs the help, and you don't piss me off as much as my other tenants do."

"Oh," she said, feeling slightly less touched.

"And as a thank you for hooking you up with a job you'll of course return the favor by ordering pizza from Black Jack's at least once a week for me," he said, sounding quite pleased with himself.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that little announcement even as her curiosity got the better of her. "How exactly do you get banned from a pizza delivery place?"

"Hey, don't judge me! Those bastards had it out for me!

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Zoe merasa wajahnya membakar dan mata air sebagai kata-kata menghantam rumah."Oh sialan...," ia bergumam, mencari ngeri.Menggigit kembali Isak, ia dengan hati-hati diletakkan kotak jari-jari ayam di atas kotak pizza di tangannya. "Nafsu makan Bon," Dia berkata, menuju pintu."Zoe, tunggu!" dia mendengar dia mengatakan, tetapi dia tidak berhenti. Dia berlari ke apartemen temannya, menutup pintu, dan berlari lantai atas, berharap untuk kedua kalinya hari yang dia terus mulutnya menutup.Dia merangkak ke tempat tidurnya seperti dia marah menyeka air mata. Setelah semua omong kosong dia akan pergi dalam beberapa tahun terakhir ia tidak percaya bahwa seorang pria yang cantik menelepon lemak nya akhirnya membuatnya menangis."Apa bajingan," Dia berkata di sekitar Isak sebagai dia dikuburkan wajahnya di bantal nya.Bukan seperti dia tidak tahu bahwa dia adalah lemak, tapi setelah itu ditunjukkan oleh seseorang yang tampak seperti dia berada di luar memalukan. Memang, ia tahu ia mengatakan itu karena ia kesal, dan dia melakukan jenis, semacam pergi keluar dari cara dia mempermalukan dia dengan sedikit "kau keras", tapi itu tidak menghentikan dari menyakiti.Dia telah kehilangan hitungan berapa kali selama bertahun-tahun mencoba untuk menurunkan berat badan. Kadang-kadang Diet akan bekerja dan dia akan kehilangan beberapa kilogram hanya untuk mendapatkan semua kembali berat ditambah beberapa ketika sesuatu dalam hidupnya tidak pergi seperti yang ia berharap atau pekerjaan tertekan dia lebih dari biasanya.Yah, setidaknya dia tidak perlu khawatir tentang pesta makan setelah menerima lain menulis untuk menggunakan terlalu banyak kertas handuk di kamar mandi wanita, dia berpikir dryly. Tentu saja menjadi pengangguran adalah benar-benar menyedihkan, tapi setidaknya dia tidak perlu khawatir tentang makan pesta sementara dia mencari pekerjaan karena dia tidak mampu.Bagaimana di neraka dia harus lakukan sekarang? Dia menganggur dan mungkin tidak bisa mengandalkan rekomendasi yang baik dari barat laut Corporation, perusahaan yang dia telah boot dari beberapa hari lalu. Mengapa dia tidak disimpan tutup mulut Nya? Ia telah mendengar beberapa cerita yang benar-benar menakutkan tentang bagaimana bos tua nya diperlakukan mantan karyawan mereka. Cerita-cerita horor telah berhenti dia membuka mulutnya lemak besar?Nope.Bodohnya, dia berpikir bahwa mereka akan menghargai mengetahui mana uang mereka pergi. Dia tidak pernah berharap mereka untuk menunjukkan penghargaan mereka dengan memberikan kenaikan gaji atau promosi atau apa pun. Dia tidak delusi setelah semua, tetapi ia berharap bahwa mereka akan bersantai mereka aturan sedikit sehingga akan bekerja tidak begitu sialan stres, tapi benar-benar dia seharusnya tahu lebih baik.Memberitahu langsungnya, yang pada gilirannya membiarkan semua orang tahu bahwa salah satu istri partner mencuri dari perusahaan adalah langkah yang bodoh. Dia harus pergi dengan rencana awal nya dan secara anonim dikirim file, tetapi dia tidak memikirkan informasi akan ditanggapi serius kecuali ada orang yang sebenarnya di balik keluhan. Dia seharusnya tahu bahwa Mr Sands akan membawanya keluar pada dirinya.Sekarang dia sedang menghadapi masa depan yang hidup dari mobil, lagi. Diberikan mobilnya pada saat ini dengan cepat mengisi dengan air atau menjadi menjarah dan mungkin tidak layak huni datang pagi."Zoe," dia mendengar Trevor mengatakan melalui dinding."Pergi. Away,"katanya ke bantal, tidak yakin jika ia dapat mendengarnya dan benar-benar tidak peduli. Dia punya cukup masalah tanpa menambahkan omong kosong ke dalam campuran."Saya benar-benar menyesal," katanya lebih keras.Dia tidak repot-repot menjawab seperti dia berbaring di sana, berharap dia akan menyerah dan meninggalkan. Tentu saja dia tidak."Saya benar-benar menyesal," katanya, lagi.Frustrasi bahwa dia tidak akan pergi dan marah dengan dirinya sendiri untuk menangis, dia berguling ke sisinya dan meminta, "untuk apa? Untuk menjadi brengsek atau untuk menelepon saya lemak?"Hei! Saya tidak menghubungi Anda gemuk!""Apa yang Anda sebut itu?" dia membentak kembali.Setelah jeda singkat ia bergumam sesuatu sebelum mengatakan. "Kau benar. Saya adalah seorang bajingan.""Setidaknya kita berada dalam Perjanjian tentang satu hal," katanya."Lihat, saya mencoba untuk minta maaf di sini. Bisa Anda memotong saya beberapa kendur?"Dia berpikir bahwa selama satu menit. "Apakah Anda akan memberi saya kembali pizza saya?"Jawabannya adalah snort."Baik. Apa pun. Menjaga pizza,"katanya, setengah berharap dia menawarkan untuk berbagi setidaknya."Terima kasih," katanya cerah, dan dia bisa bersumpah terdengar seperti dia makan, tapi dia tidak benar-benar tahu melalui dinding.Dia menarik Tn. dekapan, boneka beruang yang ia punya karena dia dua, dan sambil lalu berlari jarinya dikenakan sedikit telinga dan tombol hidung."Jadi?""Jadi apa?" dia menelepon kembali, melemparkan bingung di dinding telanjang lavender nya."Jadi apa sih terjadi kepada Anda hari ini untuk menonaktifkan rincian yang kecil?" tanyanya ketika ia mendengar suara mendesis akrab. Yup, dia makan makanan dan minum Coke nya, dia pikir dengan desahan mengundurkan diri."Kau tidak berpikir kotoran Anda ditarik sudah cukup untuk berangkat saya?" Dia bertanya, bergulir ke punggungnya dan menempatkan Mr Cuddles di perutnya."No. Tidak benar-benar,"katanya dengan mudah."Saya hanya punya hari yang buruk di tempat kerja," katanya, bertanya-tanya mengapa ia berbicara kepadanya."Apakah itu sebabnya Anda mengatakan Anda harus pindah?" Dia bertanya dengan apa yang terdengar seperti seteguk makanan.Dia mendengus. "Kau tidak berpikir omong kosong Anda menarik adalah alasan yang cukup?""Tidak," katanya benar-benar tanpa ragu-ragu.Zoe berguling ke sisinya, memeluk Mr Cuddles erat dalam pelukannya cara ia digunakan untuk ketika dia adalah seorang gadis kecil yang menghabiskan malam pertama di rumah orangtua asuh baru. Bahkan setelah semua ini tahun itu masih membawa kenyamanan nya."Jadi?" Dia bertanya, tetap makan pizza nya sialan. Itu harus piss off, tapi setelah semua yang telah dijalaninya hari ia menemukan bahwa ia benar-benar tidak peduli dan tidak memiliki banyak selera lagi."Saya dipecat jika Anda harus tahu sehingga saya tidak akan mampu membayar Anda sewa bulan berikutnya," katanya, mendesah berat."Apa yang menurut Anda lakukan?" Dia bertanya tanpa malu-malu, menasehati perempuan yang gossiped di salon kecantikan."Saya tidak ingin berbicara tentang hal itu.""Kacau besar waktu, ya?"Ia berjudul kembali kepala untuk memelototi dinding, berharap dia bisa silau padanya sebagai gantinya. "Saya tidak mengacaukan!""Kacau. Aku berkata kacau,"ia mendesah berat seolah-olah entah bagaimana menasehati menyakitkan dia."Sama sialan itu," Dia mengatakan, masih mencolok."Tidak, itu bukanlah.""Ya, itu adalah.""Tidak," Dia berkata, membuat kata pop.Dia berkata sambil menggeram. "Kau tahu kau menjengkelkan, kan?""Ya," katanya tidak peduli."Anda dijatuhkan di kepala Anda sebagai seorang anak, bukan Anda?""Sekali atau dua kali," ia pikir. "Sekarang, kau mengatakan padaku bagaimana Anda kacau dan dipecat," ia diminta."Tidak, saya tidak," katanya, mengerutkan kening."Apakah Anda yakin? Karena aku jelas ingat Anda berkata, ' Mari saya ceritakan bagaimana saya kacau up, Trevor' dan kemudian berhenti hanya untuk memberitahu saya bahwa saya adalah pemilik terbaik yang pernah Anda telah. ""Oh ya, Anda rock," katanya dryly, bibirnya bergerak-gerak meskipun dirinya."Aku tahu," ujarnya di yang panjang ditarik keluar napas. Dia tidak bisa membantu tetapi roll matanya. Orang benar-benar adalah sombong. Bukan berarti dia bisa menyalahkan dia dengan ketampanan dipahat nakal, mata hijau pembunuh dan tubuh yang tidak benar-benar menyakiti mata."Jadi?""Jadi apa? Aku tidur. Pergi,"dia menggerutu, bukan dalam mood untuk rekap salah satu dari hal-hal terbodoh yang pernah dilakukannya."Tidak, kau tidak.""Bagaimana Apakah Anda tahu?""Percayalah aku tahu ketika Anda sedang tidur. Anda mendengkur.""Aku tidak!" dia praktis screeched. Dia tidak. Dia akan tahu.Dia tertawa.Bajingan."Pergi.""Can't," he simply said. "I still have half a pizza left."She groaned. "Look, if I tell you, will you shut up and leave me to wallow in self-pity?""Sure," he readily agreed.Zoe worried her lip as she ran her fingers over Mr. Cuddle's head. After a few minutes she said, "A few months ago I came across some inconsistencies in one of our audit programs. So for the past few months I've been following a money trail and yesterday I discovered that it lead straight to one of the owner's wives."When he didn't say anything she continued. "I told my supervisor, who told everyone else so the owner actually heard the rumor before I was able to file my report this morning. He was angry to say the least, but I didn't think he was mad enough to fire me.""Clearly you were wrong," Trevor mused."Clearly," she repeated dryly, again wondering why the hell she was talking to him? Oh, that's right, because she had absolutely no one else in the world to talk to and she was probably on the verge of a nervous breakdown."So, what are you going to do now?" he asked."I thought you were going to leave me alone if I told you.""I lied."She sighed. "I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do now."When he didn't say anything for a long time she figured that he'd finally left. Even though it was nice to talk to someone, she couldn't help but feel relieved. She didn't want to sit around talking or thinking about how she was going to fix her screwed up life. There was plenty of time to do that tomorrow. Right now she wanted to pull on her favorite Red Sox tee shirt and go to bed and forget this mess, at least for a little while."Look, there's this job in the office at my uncle's construction company," he suddenly announced, breaking the silence. "I can't guarantee you'd get it, but they're pretty desperate for some help. The pay is pretty good and so are the benefits. If you're interested, you could swing by in the morning and I could put a good word in for you."She couldn't help but feel a little touched. "Why would you do that? You don't even know me.""Well," he said, yawning loudly, "you could use the work, my uncle needs the help, and you don't piss me off as much as my other tenants do.""Oh," she said, feeling slightly less touched."And as a thank you for hooking you up with a job you'll of course return the favor by ordering pizza from Black Jack's at least once a week for me," he said, sounding quite pleased with himself.She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that little announcement even as her curiosity got the better of her. "How exactly do you get banned from a pizza delivery place?""Hey, don't judge me! Those bastards had it out for me!