My Girlfriend's Ex (StudxStud)

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Beatrix

I cleaned up my house from my visitor's stay, fuming the whole time. How dare Vonna be in my fucking house? Why would Liberty side with her?

Because that's her girlfriend, duh Beatrix.

"Ride or die my ass," I murmured. About five months ago, this would have been me and Vonna: chilling at her crib, reminiscing about everything we had been through, hopefully her not hurting me at that point...and sharing my love with her.

A deep bitterness settled into me. I don't like Vonna anymore...fuck no. That would be the last thing I'd want to do to my heart. It just sucks knowing that such a sweet girl like Liberty belongs to her.

No, she isn't even as sweet as I thought.

"Fuck her."

I abandoned the dishes in the sink, crawling with a few flies and picked up my phone, falling onto the couch that still smelled like her...that scent still made me melt a little inside. Instant comfort, and butterflies. But at what cost for our hearts?

"Hey, A'livia. This is Beatrix leaving a message. Call me back when you can...if Jeredine will let you," I added, speaking to Liberty's other best friend's voicemail.

The noise buzzed and I hung up, rubbing my hands around each other as I zoned out.

My life's been hell this year, it just sucks to think I'd go out with a bang for junior year.

I looked down at my phone.

A'livia was calling but I ignored it.

It's time for me to start handling shit Beatrix's way.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you here right now, boss."

"Yeah, yeah. Me neither. You sure this New Mexican or whatever guy knocked off Chad?" I asked.

"Yes. He confirmed the details," Rocky nodded.

"That means we can get back to business, and start really doing shit now," I nodded. "I want all hands on deck...some food brought to my office...and more products shipped out more than ever. That means more transactions, more lawyers, and more sweat pouring down there in the factory," I pointed out of the window that took up half of my office; the workers down below oblivious to our conversation.

"Things are starting to get real big boss," Rocky nodded.

"They have to be," I confirmed. "I'm turning 18 this year, I might not even bother finishing up twelfth grade. Why, because I'll be filthy rich. What's the point of settling into an average life when I'm bigger than the world now?"

"It still might be beneficial as a cover, boss-

"No. There's nothing to hide anymore. Fuck them all," I said strongly, "nobody's had my back through...all of this like I have." A tear prickled at the corner of my eye, but I held back. "I want shit in motion by the end of the week. Friday's my birthday."

"Oh, will you be coming in?"

"I'll think about it. Not really many people for me to celebrate with now, huh?"

"Your parents? You never mention them," Rocky said softly.

"There's a reason why I got emancipated," I told him solemnly. "That's all you need to know."

"Give your friends another chance," Rocky insisted, "it's not good to keep things in, boss."

"Who gives the orders around here, Rocky?"

Silence.

"You...boss."

"That's right," I turned away from him, on the front side of my desk, pretending to look through my papers so that he could get the picture.

"I guess I'll go and get things in motion. Hang in there."

"Will do," I nodded, still turned the other way.

As my office door closed, I felt some of me un-tense.