Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 3

Chapter Song: Scream- Avenged Sevenfold

Monday- Morning

-Evangeline-
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I can still taste Mr. W's blood in my mouth as I stare at Charlotte and Roger who's staring at me like I've won the lottery.

Good girl. I'll show him a good girl.

"Uh, what the hell was that?!" Charlotte asks in her chair while rubbing the black stocking on her foot that is set on her leg out of her red pumps.

"Un-fucking-believable. That's what it was," Roger's and Charlotte's eyes continue to stare at me.

"Was that Mr. Winters?" Roger asks while I walk past him and ignore him. I sit in my chair next to Charlotte and slam my bag down on the desk.

Charlotte sets her foot down, giving me her full attention, "I let you go to the restroom, and you've drawn the attention of Mr. Winters already. And kissed him! What the hell did you do!?"

I roll my eyes, "I don't have time to talk about how I spilled my coffee on James or C. W. Right now, I need your help with covering my tattoos before we go on air, so give me your jacket."

"No, this royal dark blue goes with my pink dress. By the way, speaking of your ex-lover boy, he's staring at us through the window."

I roll my eyes. Through my side vision, without looking at him, I see the window where Mr. W is staring right at me while holding his suitcase, "I couldn't give a shit if he stares. He can look, but he can't touch."

"But, Charlotte, you've got to understand, I'm going to be showing more Valley than The Great Canyon if I take off my shirt and you don't give me your jacket. This is a work dress matter, not a fashion matter."

She sighs and takes her jacket off, "Fine, but don't ruin it."

I grab it from her and quickly turn to face the large square windows behind us to hide the view from Mr. W and Roger and unbutton my shirt. I put Charlotte's dark royal blue business jacket on after taking off the coffee-stained black business shirt. I button the jacket, the sides squeezing my black tank top against my ribcage and boobs.

The buttons on the jacket barely close because Charlotte's smaller than me, and I was blessed with bigger boobs than her. Plus, being pregnant in the past didn't help with the growing.

"Good, God, Charlotte. Do you ever eat?" My breathing drags while turning back to her.

Charlotte chuckles, "It's not my fault all you do is eat."

I grab my bag and hit her with it playfully, and she laughs her high-pitched, airy laugh, "All right, I'm sorry!"

"We have one minute, you two," Roger says while double-checking the camera and stopping me from hitting Charlotte again.

I roll my eyes as I put my bag on the table and open it, "Damn, Roger. You ruin all the fun."

I start dabbing the makeup on my neck, and the part of crevice that shows, making sure it blends with my face using a small mirror from my bag. Charlotte resumes rubbing her feet.