Obsessed 18+✔️

Four - The Audacity Of This Bitch✔️

"So did you do it yet?" Jolie asks as she comes bouncing up to me.

"Do what?" I am not in the mood to deal with her crap today.

"Break things off with Colton?" She says it as if I had actually entertained her ridiculous request.

"No. And I'm not going to. You're not going to fuck this up for me, Jolie." I say putting my finger in her face. "Just stay the hell out of my business."

She puts her hands up in surrender and backs off.

I get a sickening feeling in my stomach. It isn't going to be that easy.

Nothing is ever that easy with her.

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Thursday comes, and I spend the day getting ready.

I think I have tried on all of my clothes. Finally deciding on something dressy and casual while still being true to me and my style, whatever you would consider my style to be.

The truth is, I have no idea where we are going, so it is kind of hard to dress accordingly.

I can't wait for him to see me. I know he's going to love my outfit, and if he thinks I'm hot in my work uniform, he is going to love me in this!

I take a moment to admire my efforts in the full length mirror on the back of my door.

After getting ready, I pace the floors, waiting for three o'clock to get here.

The minutes tick away, feeling like several hours between each one.

Finally, I hear the doorbell and start to race down the stairs.

By the time I reach the landing, I can see Jolie is already at the door talking to Colton. I move down the steps, and what I hear stops me in my tracks.

"Colton Beckham! What are you doing here?" She gushes as he stands in the doorway.

"Hey Jolie, long time no see." He answers politely.

"Did you drop by because you heard I'd moved back to town?" She says flipping her hair.

"Um, no, I'm actually here to pick up Carrington. We have a date planned for this afternoon." He looks over her shoulder, trying to see if I'm close by.

"Oh no, seriously?" She asks, her voice falling.

"Yeah, why? What's wrong? She's not sick or something, is she? Because I just talked to her a couple of hours ago on the phone, and she seemed perfectly fine." He says his voice is full of genuine kindness and concern.

"Um, I think we should talk." She pulls him into the house by the hand.

The sight of her with her hands on him make my blood boil.

I know I should run down the stairs and stop her from whatever she's about to do or say to him,  but I'm too worried about what her reaction will be if I do barge in, because history tells me that it won't be anything good and will probably end far worse than whatever she already has planned.