Atlanta And Him [BEING RE-MADE]

Eight; Atlanta And Him

*Laughs at the irony of the song* I'm sure most of you know where it's from...
Clue: Begins with 50 and ends with Grey

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The beautiful raven haired woman continued to saunter towards Jamie, her eyes clouded with an unnamed emotion... But for some reason, I felt my face heat.

Jamie's cool expression never faltered when the mysterious woman took a Sunkissed hand and softly placed it on his shoulder. But he did tense up as if he was suddenly uncomfortable - he continued to stare at me.

"Jamie, I hope you missed me," She teased, obviously overjoyed to see him.

I gulped. Am I interrupting something here? For some unirrational reason, I was angry at the woman - I wanted to spend more time with Jamie and she interuppted everything. He was the most intriguing person I think I have ever met. I liked that I couldn't anticipate what he would say next.

"Of course Charolette." Jamie murmmered quietly, placing his right hand over his shoulder to cover hers. She wore a tightly-fitted scarlet red t-shirt with dark black skinny jeans and matching stilettos.

I think I had a Barbie that looked like her once.

Jamie's eyes continued to stare at me. I mentally wondered what I looked like from his perspective.

"Charlotte, this is Alice, Alice, Charollete. She is my co-worker," He said, confirming a question that was forming in my mind.

The woman, Charlotte, laughed a pleasant laugh at his comment. I immediately liked her - she didn't seem like a horribly spoiled person.

Wait. I thought, looking at her attire. She doesn't look like she works for the state.

Charolette leaned down briefly to wisper something in Jamie's ear, her face sullen and serious as she spoke. Throughout their conversation, Jamie's eyebrows furrowed and his blue eyes narrowed.

Looking for a minor distraction, I picked at my untouched muffin, wondering what on earth they could be talking about. Grabbing my jacket that layed over the back of my chair, I stood up trying to leave - I felt like it was appropriate.

Jamie's eyes widened as I stood. Grabbing my hand to stop me, I jumped at the sudden contact. "Where do you think your going?" He asked, his deep voice was sullen and irritated.

"Home," I mouthed at him, not wanting to disrupt their conversation.

"No you're not," he breathed, getting up and grabbing his phone out of his back pocket. "But I am. Charolette will take you to my apartment - I don't trust that you will take proper care of yourself." Jamie held his hand up when I started to protest as he brought his phone to his ear.

Charolette smiled kindly at me.

Aw, hell no.

"No! I'm going home!" I wisper/yelled, at wits end with him. Stalking past him and around the coffee tables to the exit, I herd Jamie sigh.

And I actually thought I had gotten away with it until I felt someone pull at my hoodie. Looking behind me, I saw in time to see an angry Jamie - who was still on the phone - held me up with his left hand, suspended in the air, and dragging me mercilessly to a sleek black Lincoln.

Holy crap - I at least weigh a hundred and five pounds! Screaming out loud as he dragged me, people who where on the crowded sidewalks were staring at us... Staring at the weirdo that was holding me up by a hand.

This is kinda fun... No.. Yes.. Gah! The irrational part of me was having an absolute blast while I sailed through the air - But the rational part was crying like a baby.

Charlotte walked further in front of us, a small indulgent smile of amusement as she watched Jamie carry me to the car. As she opened the door, we did too but my hands and feet graciously found the outside of the door, keeping me from easily entering the car. Jamie was still on the phone, but I wasn't able to depict what he was saying.

Sighing in frustration he set me gently on the ground, answered in the phone, "Hold on for one second," gave the phone to an amused Charlotte, turned me around to face him, threw me over his shoulder for the second time today, and set me in the Lincoln's leather passenger seat. Before I could escape, Jamie buckled me in, and shut the door, locking it from the inside.

I feel like a child whose father just buckled them in.

Receiving his phone back, Jamie warily watched me through the window of the car. Rolling down the window, my inner-bitch threw him the dirty finger. His eyebrow twitched in annoyment at the gesture.

Charolette got in the car to my left, laughing. My hands were crossed across my chest, staring sullenly forward.

I am not amused. I thought, pouting.

Staring the car, she was still laughing. "He's a pain isn't he?" Charolette was faced forwards her smile spreading as I looked over.

"He is an ass." I growled in anger, as I mentally tried to scavenge what was left of my shredded dignity. I was just carried by my hoodie unwillingly. Humiliated. My dignity is nonexistent.

She nodded, he green eyes alight with curiosity as she looked over at me. "Mr. Chamber is many things... And ass is one of them."

"Why won't he let me go home?" I was still pouting, so I needed a distraction.

"Mr. Chambers is a very caring person - he wants to help people in need." From telling me this to telling me he is an ass, her voice changed from joking to a voice that held deep respect.

"Are y'all friends?" I asked, my mood raising. They seemed more connected than just co-workers.

Charolette laughed in a short quick breath. "If friends occasionally fuck each other once in a while, then yes." Oh. They are more connected. More connected that I thought.

Well. There goes my virgin ears.

My face felt like it was set on fire - my limbs felt cold for all The blood in my body rushed to my cheeks. Akward.

"Oh - I'm sorry I didn't realize that you were dating him-"

"Ha. That's the kicker - we're not dating." Charolette looked over at me, giving me a comforting lopsided grin. "Messed up relationship huh?"

"But why don't you-" I started but stopped myself. Crossed the line. "Sorry, this is none of my business."

"No, no, it's fine. It's because we tried once - but it didn't work out." Her beautiful face fell, and I had a vibe that it was because Jamie wasn't as connected to her as she was to him.

Pity for this beautiful woman surged through me.

I had a sudden urdge to punch him... Problably fueling from my anger from him hanger-carrying me.

We were slowing down as we entered an enormous parking building, the concrete pillars towered through three stories. The Lincoln handled the speed bumps with ease, cruising through what I believed what was out destination.

She remained silent. The buoyant mood from before abandoned the vehicle minuets ago, leaving the interior vacant and sullen.

And as I looked at her face, It was simple to see that Charolette was heartbroken - and that she didn't get over it yet.