He hates me

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Description: Y/N is stuck doing a job that she hates. Her boss, Tyler, yells at her all the time. When she tries to do something right, he doesn't let her and does it himself. Why does he need an assistant if he's doing all the work?

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"Y/N! Pay attention. I need to have my mask right here. It has to happen." Tyler demanded, pointing to where it needs to be.

We were currently setting up the stage for tomorrow's show. They both have been working hard, and for some reason Tyler seems to always find something wrong with it.

I rushed to line up the rope that's supposed to hold up the mask for him to take. I adjust it, but he grabs my hands and shews it away.

"Let me." He says aggravated. I step away and roll my eyes. I hear him mumble something about getting a 'replacement.'

The next couple hours consisted of me doing my job and having Tyler totally mess it up and do it himself.

Once everything was done I sighed and laid down on the couch. Everyone was thinking about going to Taco Bell. I didn't really feel up for it.

Tyler literally only gets on to ME about my job, everyone else does their job perfectly. It makes me feel like a screw up.

"Are you going to Taco Bell?" A voice asks from the door frame.

"No." I state simply. My face buried into the couch.

"B-but you worked really hard, aren't you hungry?" I'm not sure who this is, but I surely don't want to talk to them.

I didn't answer.

"Come on, Y/N." The voice got louder meaning it was coming closer. I could actually hear it clearly and I knew who's voice it was. I turned to face him.

Tyler.

"Why do you want me to go so badly? Is it to talk about my recent 'slacking' which I haven't been doing?" I snap. His face turns from a smile to shock.

"Why would you-"

"Why would I think that? Because you show me nothing more. I'm literally your worst worker in your eyes aren't I?" I stand up. "But in reality, no mean to brag, but I'm one of the best. Because I put up with your shit every single day."

"I'm-"

"Yeah, fire me for talking back if you want. I don't care. I quit." I say as I begin to walk out the door.

"Don't go." The once loud aggressive voice small and weak.

I stopped in my tracks.

"I- I just I don't want you to mess up and it be your fault, you know? S-so I try and help you do things, and it's usually when I'm worked up and stressed so it comes out as if you're terrible." He confesses. "Y-you aren't terrible, Y/N. You're amazing and beautiful. Please don't go."

"You're a jerk." I say mattarfactly. He nods and looks down. "But I'll stay. I need the money anyways. Sorta a heat of the moment quit thing." I say sitting back down.

He smiles again and sits beside me.

"I'm so sorry. I won't do it again, I just get worked up." He sighs.

Jøsh walks in at that moment, telling us to get in the van for Taco Bell.

Tyler and I talked a bit, and now I feel like I might be developing a crush on this man.

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Running out of ideas. So... next chapter will be a request chapter.

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