Rivals in Business, Allies in Love

Chapter 5

~Zavier~

Ivy Reynolds actually spoke to me. I expected her to ignore me and leave me in the empty classroom.

Ivy Reynolds spoke to me and she doesnt sound like a computer generated bore. That ice queen has a personality.

I think back at her throwing up an umbrella in the middle of the hallway during the downpour. I snort to myself. If she goes down everyone goes down with her. Very Reynolds like. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Aye, Zav. You have my vote." Timmy, a guy from my accounting class says as he passes by. His smile is wide as he brings the cigarette to his lips. I toss him a smile and continue on my way to my car.

I open the car and drop down into the seat. That familiar notification bell has me slumping in my seat. I customized it just for father. Just to prepare. Maybe I should pretend to not see it.

Knowing father he'll see it as irresponsible. As a business man, one must always keep acquainted with updates and tasks.

I open the text. I need an extra hand at the office today. I sigh once again. I promised Jack I'll help him out with some stuff today. As if destined to have a bad day, Ivy appears from the school entrance, her long legs sliding in front of her.

Jack appears around the corner and once again, a breath of air leaves my lips. I quickly open the car door and get out. "Jack, I know we were supposed to hang out today but something important came up."

"Dude." Jack groans. "You better make it up to me."

"I will. I promise."

"What are you, 5?" I hear Ivy say under her breath. I didn't realise she's on the other side of my car. What is she doing there? In the lot. Standing all by herself.

"Okay." Jack gives me one last look before jogging off to meet up with Erin. He's been crushing on her lately.

"It's not that hard to turn down a friend." Ivy comments, seemingly disinterested. Her side profile is unbelievable. I hate her for it.

"You wouldn't know because you don't have any." I throw at her.

"Saves me the hassle of apologizing and racking up promises I know I'll never quick." She still doesn't once look my way and that pisses me off.

"You must be sad at night when the lights go off." I pity her. Really.

"I couldn't be more than happy. While you hang out with a bunch of fakes, I put together new plans and get work done." She shrugs.

"I hang around and still get work done. I can't remember you topping sales with pottery." She still doesn't look my way. Her face is completely blank. How does she do it? How does she manage her emotions so well? Is it that she doesn't care?

"No one buys your boring, clearly poorly done pottery because they like it. They buy it because of the brand." Ivy looks around the parking lot. Her driver still isn't here.

"Do you want a ride?" She finally looks at me and her grey eyes fall on mine.

"I'd rather walk until my tarsals fall off." She rolls her eyes and starts walking.

"It's crazy that I actually believe you." I whisper. At that exact time her driver pulls into the parking lot and stops in front her.

"I apologize Ms. Reynolds. I-" The driver begins to apologize profusely.

"I'm sure you had your reason." She opens the door and drops down in the backseat. The driver drives off and a frown remains on my face.

Ivy Reynolds really is a mystery. I thought she would've been kicking and screaming at her late driver. When people like her don't get what they want they usually throw a fit. Or is that not Ivy Reynolds. Is that just the stereotype?