Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 21

Robbie frowned and he didn't answer her right away. "Babe? What's wrong?" She repeated herself, wondering what's going on with her boyfriend next to her. He sighs and starts to open his mouth to answer her.

"What was going on with you over there?" His eyebrows furrowed showing an upset expression. Lizzie was actually shocked with his questions. Her mind instantly thought if he noticed what was really going on.

"Huh? What did you mean?" She asked him as she looked at him confused yet deep down she felt nervous as if she got caught doing something she shouldn't. "I don't know. Did you realize that you made me look like an idiot there?" His annoyance flared as he spoke. "I made you-- wait, what? Come on babe, stop with the puzzles. Just tell me what's going on?" She ran her fingers through her hair as her sign of frustration.

Ignoring her question, he lets out another question to her as he looks at her briefly then back to the road. "You were gone for a bit, where did you go?" He looked at her quickly, his eyes blazed with vexation. "I went to the restroom." She answered with confidence because she knew she was telling the truth. "When y/n was there as well." His tone indicates that he slightly accused her with something he has in mind.

"You kidding right?! Oh so now I can't go to the restroom when there is someone else in there? Or should I be more specific? I can't go to the restroom when y/n is in there? It's a freakin public restroom babe! Give me a break!" Lizzie starts to raise her voice a little. Robbie didn't respond to it, he quivered with indignation.

"You still don't realize that you made me look like an idiot there?" His every muscle tensed. "NO, I don't Robbie! I DON'T! What did I do, huh?" Rage bottled up inside her.

"I ordered you food to share, I ordered dessert as well and you didn't even bother to look at it! But you ate the ice cream from Y/n! What the hell?!" Anger roared through him, his hand squeezed the steering wheel. Lizzie looks at him right away and retorts with almost a scream. "That was because I hate onions and caramel!!" Both of palms open and her hand moves frantically.

"We've been dating for a while and you still don't know what I like and I don't like! I ate the ice cream because I love ice cream. She ordered that for us! It wasn't my fault if you didn't eat it! Y/n knows what I like and she ordered that. And before you say something about it, no there's nothing special about it! She knows because she is MY assistant! She should know stuff about me!" Lizzie starts to ramble in exasperation. Her brain explodes with fury. Her mood plummeted.

"Oh come on babe! You can't measure how much I care or I love you from knowing what you like or you don't like! That's ridiculous! You never told me you hate those two things! If y/n knows you better than I do, why don't you just date her then?!" The argument got heated more as Robbie replied with obvious sarcastic remarks.

"I did! I told you many times that I hate those two things! Oh my God! Are you seriously jealous of y/n? Where the hell is that thought coming from? Okay now you are the one that is being ridiculous! There's nothing going on between y/n and I. She's going on a date tomorrow with Jane's Russian assistant! Yes! Tomorrow they are going on a fucking date! Do you feel better now?" She denied Robbie's sarcastic remarks instantly, but what bothered her most unconsciously is what she said about your date. It bothers her in a way she can't decipher. For a few seconds this argument doesn't matter to her, all she thinks about is your date with Aaron in that brief seconds of argument and it secretly frustrates her more than her argument with Robbie itself. This time she doesn't want to look at Robbie's eyes.

Robbie chuckled in a mocking way. "I'm not jealous. I don't care about what she does to you. All I know, you made me look like an idiot and she made it worse! And you still don't get it!" Robbie argued to fight for his pride. The car is filled with both of their screaming voices.