Shhh quiet you might piss somebody off
Like me motherfucker you've been at it too long
While you feed off others insecurities
You stand in front of me and bite the hand that feeds
Critical Acclaim ~ Avenged Sevenfold
"Can you answer that?" I asked Rosie, as I looked up from my computer at the ringing phone.
"No." She said, filing her nails.
"Excuse me?"
"Blake pays you to answer the phones, not me."
I glared at her and grabbed the phone. "Southend Studio, Peyton speaking."
"Peyton, it's me."
I groaned internally, closing my eyes. "I beg your pardon?" Play dumb.
"It's me, Matt."
"Oh Matt." I said. "Blakes busy, Austin and the guy's are in the studio."
"I didn't call to speak to Blake."
"Oh."
"Can we catch up?" He asked.
"I'm busy." I told him, glancing at Rosie. She was sitting there with her eyebrows raised.
"Can I come by, we can go for lunch?"
I shifted in my chair. I was done with him. "I really can't, I'm working."
"I realise that, but I did try to call you yesterday." He told me.
Yes, and I purposely didn't answer. "Busy."
He sighed. "I'm coming by."
I wished he wouldn't, we had nothing to say to eachother.
I opened my mouth to reply when the office door flew open.
"Peyton, I need you to go out." Blake said, bursting in. "We need this." He said, shoving a list at me.
"I have to go out." I told Matt quickly.
"Fine, I'll come over tonight."
"No." I told him quickly.
"We need to talk."
"What about, no we don't." I mumbled. "I have to go, see you around."
"Peyt...." He started but I hung up on him.
I grabbed the list off Blake and stood up.
"What was that about?" Rosie asked me.
"Nothing." I said, grabbing my purse.
"Matt?"
I just looked at her.
"You need to talk to him."
"I have nothing to say to him." I told her, walking to the door.
"Peyton." She said, but I ignored her too, walking out and slamming the door.
Why the fuck did I have to speak to Matt? He was an asshole, kissing me, dating someone else. No way, I had absolutely nothing to say to him, at all.
Argh, now I was pissed off. He'd ruined my day, hell he'd ruined my fucking year and I wished he'd never come to this stupid studio.
I got in my car, slamming the door.
"Fuck you Matthew Sanders." I yelled, starting the engine.
He needed to leave me alone and concentrate on his girlfriend, Tess, the evil twin. Ugh. I hated them both.
I pulled out, speeding down the road. I didn't get far, there was terrible traffic, it was at a standstill and I put on the brakes, coming to a complete stop.
Fuck, just what I didn't need, more time to think about that dick.
I wasn't going to talk to him, no way, we were done, I didn't even want to be his friend anymore, the poor confused fuck. He'd never get over his wife, ever, well I guess he could, with her twin sister. Good on him, keeping it in the family.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud screeeching noise and I looked in my rear view mirror to see a van flying towards me, brakes locked up, smoke coming off the tyres.
Fuck me, I thought as it rammed into the back of my car, this shit would only happen to me, and what the actual fuck, my airbags did not deploy.
I felt my head slam into the steering wheel.
Oh they were getting a harsh letter of complaint from me, I thought to myself.
Then everything went black.
