My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Beatrix

I finished up everything in my office. It was about an hour before my shift at the theater. I was ready for any walk-in's now. They usually consisted of employees begging for a raise that the company couldn't afford or workers informing me on updates I needed intel on.

First up, came Rocky.

He edged his way into my office and closed the door behind himself, an amused yet troubled expression on his face. "In the office two days in a row? The organization's seeing a lot more of you, Big B."

"Yeah," I moved some papers on my desk, "Get used to it. My birthday's in a few days."

"The new hire showed up," Rocky informed me.

"Oh," I said, surprised, "how'd that go?"

"Well...it was going fine, and I gave her a little tour and everything, until she left outta the blue," he shrugged.

"She?" I carefully let the papers go, "I thought the new hire was supposed to be a he?"

"Oh. Me too. I guess she wimped out."

I was a little weirded out by that but thought nothing of it. "Yeah. That's probably the case. Any other news? Is my house still secure?"

"Yes. No reports of anything wrong with Ms. Liberty or your property," Rocky nodded.

"That's good. I'm going to my fake job in a few minutes. Hold things down here. I'm taking off tomorrow. I have to pretend to be sick," I told him.

"You sure do a lot for that girl. She pretty?"

I blushed, clearing my throat and hiding my face with a binder I pretended to be inspecting closely.

"Something like that."

"Well, I won't bother you much longer."

"I'll try to come by here tomorrow and check on things," I nodded, finally able to get my face back to normal. "But I'll be at home all day. I want Chad eliminated by the end of the week, Rocky," I warned.

"I'll do what I can, boss."

"I hope that's enough," I stated.

I pulled up to my crib, tired from half a day at the factory. I can't believe I'll have to be under all of that stress full time. It almost makes me not want to quit my facade job.

I locked my car and turned the key in the lock at my front door. I came into the house, spotting Liberty with a sour expression on the couch.

"Bad day? Or is it just being at home?"

"Something like that," she mumbled.

I could tell she had been crying. I locked the door behind myself and went over to her, picking up the remote and pausing the reality tv show she had been watching. I hugged her.

"Fuck. You piss me off so much, Beatrix."

"What did I dooo?" I asked, burying my face in her hair.

"Why are you really after this Chad nigga?"

"Why?" I pulled back.

"Why? Nigga, answer my question," she demanded.

"You ain't finna talk to me just any type of way, shawty," I looked her up and down.

"What you gonna do about it?" She stood up, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

"Liberty, let's not do this right now. Whatever it is I den did ain't even worth it," I shrugged.

"I'm leaving."

"You're not," I told her firmly. "We both know it ain't safe for you until Chad is eliminated."

"Who are you really, Beatrix?"

"Your best friend. What do you mean?" I opened my arms wide, "Beatrix Mavis. Almost twelfth grader. Turning 18 soon. Gemini. Attends Aster Waters High. A flirt. Cocky. From El Paso. 5'8."

"How do I know that all isn't some big lie? To- To use me?"

"And what would I use you for?"

"I don't know. I just know that you're lying to me," she started to cry.

"I'm lying to you?" I looked at her as she stared at the carpet, just sniffling as much as she could.

"I'm lying to you?" I dipped my head down to look up at her face, cracking her a smile when she noticed me. "Stop crying. I love you too much to lie," I sighed.

Liberty came into my arms, both of us knowing that I was everything and a can of bullshit. I wish I could tell you, Liberty, who I really am. But then what would you think of me then? You aren't cut out for this life the way that I am.

I hardly fit the puzzle myself.