Poison Ivy

Chapter Three: I'm A Prick

- Hey, so I promised myself I'd update regularly, so here's another chapter. I hope you've enjoyed the last two and that this one meets any expectations. It's much longer than 'Touché', so yeah, I'm pleased with that. ~Talia. xoxo. -

"So go over this with me again, he asked if you were a virgin?" Mike raised his eyebrows.

I nodded, the angry expression not moving from my face. He offered me a drink and I took the glass of what I presumed was something strong and alcoholic, perhaps vodka seeing as the liquid was as clear as Andy's had been. Ugh.

"We can't help but apologise for him." Ashley shrugged, grimacing at my disapproving look.

"I don't care anymore. That was the worst interview ever." I replied sourly. "He's the worst person I've met, ever."

"He's not usually like this, I don't understand-" Jake started but I held a hand up.

"You don't need to make excuses and I don't want to hear you backing him up. All I know is that Andrew Biersack is a dick and if I never see him again it'll be too soon."

I downed the last of my drink, wincing slightly as it burned the back my throat, and stood from the stool I'd been seated at.

Everyone who had been crowded around me stared up at me as I took one last glance at each of them.

I didn't feel bad for calling Andy a dick or the worst person I'd ever met, because in all honesty, he was, but I did feel guilty for taking it out on his band mates and Mike. It wasn't their fault Andy's a stuck up jerk who only cares about himself.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off, sorry Mike, you'll have to do the paper work, and rescheduling of the Black Veil Brides' interview alone. And I swear to god, I'm not interviewing that prick again."

I skulked off out of the office and down the corridor to the elevator.

 Just as the elevator doors were about to close a hand reached out to stop them. I was too engrossed in my phone to realise who had stepped into the elevator beside me until they coughed to catch my attention.

My eyes flickered to the side and I wanted to believe I was having a nightmare. I slowly made eye contact with him and frowned.

"What?" I glared at him.

He held his hands up in defence and shrugged. "I was only going to say, I wasn't done with you."

"Excuse me?"

"You're-"

"Shut up." I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"

"I was actually looking for you." Andy rolled his shoulders back, his chin facing upwards.

The elevator doors closed and the descent to the ground floor began.

"Why?" I asked when he didn't continue.

"Because I'm a prick and I've come to mess with you a little more." He smirked.

"So you heard that." I looked back at my phone, becoming interested in the little app icons that were displayed on the screen.

"I did indeed."

"And that's all you wanted to speak to me for?"

"No... I wanted to apologise." He scratched the back of his neck, not meeting my gaze when I looked up at him.

"What for? You heard me say to your band mates that I could care less so why would you even think of apologising? Clearly you didn't get the message that I never wanted to even see your face again, let alone hear your condescending voice." I scowled at him and he grimaced.

"I'm trying here, Ivy." He finally returned his eyes to me, the blue iris' softening into swirls as he held my glaring gaze.

"Like fuck you are." I snapped back at him, trying to tear my eyes away.

His left hand gripped my face lightly so I couldn't look away as his right hand slammed down on the emergency stop button.

"What the fuck?" I growled, giving him a hard stare.

Andy smiled smugly, knowing he had me exactly where he wanted me.

"You know," he cleared his throat, looking thoughtful momentarily before continuing. "You never really answered my last question."

"You never answered mine either." I countered.

"But we don't really care about that do we?" he chuckled. "I'd much rather know if you were attracted to me."

I raised my eyebrows and folded my arms. "What's it matter?"

"That's another yes, then." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head defiantly. "Not a chance in hell. I'm just wondering why you care so much, is all."

"I'm curious." He shrugged. "Just curious." He flicked his palm upwards hitting the elevator's emergency help button.

"The elevator got stuck." Andy said smoothly before the older woman at reception could even start to talk.

"Oh? Ok." I recognised the confusion in her shrill voice.

"Yeah. Could you get it working again?"

"Um... yeah, of course. I'll get someone right on it."

He mumbled a thanks and the line went dead.

"Jerk." I muttered.

 The elevator dinged and returned to life, continuing the descent to the ground floor.

The doors opened, revealing the lobby of ROCK Bottom . It was now a lot quieter than it had been this morning, but there were still a few of the staff milling around aimlessly as usual.

I began to exit the elevator but to my dismay was pulled back by Andy.

"See you around." He grinned smugly, a knowing look on his face.

"I should be so lucky." I replied sarcastically before pulling away and walking off, almost un-phased.

"I need to sign out." I smiled to the girl with the fierce, brilliant red hair.

She grinned happily to me, slipping over the sign off sheet. "Sure thing, Ivy."

I scribbled my signature and the current time before passing the pen and sheet back.

"See you tomorrow!" she called to me as I headed to the entrance.

I gave her a wave and walked out onto the street, glancing back into the lobby before stuffing my hands into my pockets and trudging down the street.

I must have got less than a yard away before my phone began buzzing.

I sighed not wanting to answer it, whoever it was I could phone them back later.

After a few minutes I decided I better check who it was who'd called, so I pulled my right hand out of the pocket, retracting the phone along too.

I unlocked the screen clicked on the notification tab and the icon for a missed call showed up.

I had an answer phone message from a number I recognised that had called moments ago which I immediately listened to, hearing the same throaty voice that the red-head had at reception.

I listened as I continued walking, only to find I needed to turn back to fetch my recorder.

Damn. I must have left it back in Andy's interview earlier as I stormed out.

- Hey, so what'd you think? I was happy with this chapter, I think... anyways, what were your thoughts? Good, poor? Let me know, also, I've got a couple of questions; who's seen LOTB? I haven't, boo:( Also, who's going to W&D this year? All you guys are lucky ducks, I tell ya! I hope you enjoy it. ~Talia. xoxo. -