Catching Feelings

22

"Jesus Justin..." Bobbi snaps "Stop!"
I realize that even with the realization that Scooter and Allison have opened the door I'm still moving inside of her.
"Shut the fucking door Scooter!" I yell as I struggle to pull her skirt down, the simple task seems nearly impossible in my panic.
As soon as the door closes she's up, shoving my hands away to do it herself "Oh my god Justin! Oh my fucking god!" She pushes my shoulder in anger, tears already spilling over her cheeks "I told you! I can't believe this!"
"I'm sorry..." I try to pull her close while buttoning my pants but she shoots me a look that tells me in no uncertain terms that it's not a good idea right now.
"This is bad Justin..." she moans, slumping into a chair "He's going to fire me! I know it!"
"No one's firing anybody...I make that call B." I reassure her, running my hand through her hair as I sit down beside her "I'm so sorry though...this is all my fault."
She leans in and rests her head on my shoulder "I can't believe you didn't stop right away you ass!"
"Yeah well, you know...it's not always that easy." I tease with a nudge of my shoulder, trying to make her laugh.
She starts to respond but there's a knock on the door that's more of a pounding really. "Fuck." I groan. "You ready for this?"
She shakes her head "No, but its coming one way or another so..."
I nod and call out "Yeah?"
Scooter stalks into the room with Allison trailing behind him with her gaze resting steadily on the floor nervously.
"What the fuck was that?" he growls trying to stay as quiet as he can "Are you two insane, stupid, or both? You didn't even lock the goddamn door!"
"It just kinda happened Scoot...it's not like we said 'hey let's see if we can get caught'!" I counter.
"Really? Because that's exactly what it seems like! You'd just better thank god it was us and not some stage hand coming to pass a message along. Fuck Justin, what the hell is the matter with you? Have you forgotten why we're even here? To try and keep this other bullshit under control and you're in your dressing room fucking your assistant?" He jerks his eyes to Bobbi and unleashes his fury "And you...you ought to know better! I knew something was going on! You're fired! I'm sorry but that's it."
I jump to my feet "Hey! First off, you don't talk to her that way...ever. Second, you don't get to fire anybody! Got that?"
He looks stunned but recovers quickly "Watch it Justin...I hired her, I'll fire her."
"Fuck that..." I wave him off like his opinion doesn't matter, which right now it doesn't "Fine, fire her." I turn to her "Hey B, guess what? You're fired, Scooter says so. Now watch this, you're rehired because I said so." I look back at him "See how that works?"
"Alright everyone just needs to calm down..." Allison interjects softly "Some mistakes were made obviously, but it's not that bad, I mean it could've been much worse right guys?" she laughs a little, trying to lighten the mood but it doesn't work.
"Listen kid, I'm not doing this...you're not going to act as if you call all the shots...that's why we're here remember? So you need to get your shit under control. I've been by your side since day one, but I'm not dealing with this obsession you seem to have with making my job impossible, I'll walk." He folds his arms and waits for my reaction.
I match his stare "If you're saying it's her or you, you'll lose...every time."
"Justin..." she says softly.
"No Bobbi..." I snap. "This is fucking stupid!"
"Stupid?" He yells "This is stupid?"
"Scooter, quiet down." Allison says, reminding him that anyone walking passed can hear if he's yelling.
He takes a deep breath "This is anything but stupid Justin...this is..." he falters for a moment "I don't even know what this is. Look, it's pretty clear what's going on here." He looks at me then to Bobbi "I mean I suspected you had a thing for her, you'd have to be blind not to see it, but Bobbi? I would have expected some level of professionalism from you." He shakes his head and she drops her eyes to her lap. "So here's how we're going to play this. I don't want to know anything. Got it? I don't want to see it, I don't want to hear about it. And when it ends badly, which it will...I don't want it to effect anything within the team or otherwise. Understand?"
She remains silent but I nod "Fine. We can handle that."
"And this shit..." he gestures around the room "Pull a stupid stunt like this again and I'll walk. Plain and simple, you'll be searching for new management."
I nod again and start to speak but a knock on the door interrupts, which seems to be the trend for the day. Scooter pulls it open and sticks his head out, speaking quietly with someone for a few seconds before ducking back in "They're ready for you on the View soon...you're wanted in make up for touch ups."
He yanks open the door and is gone without another word as Allison flashes me a sympathetic smile, waiting to accompany me over. "He'll cool down...you know Scoot. Ready?"
I nod and stand "You coming?" I ask B hopefully. She starts to say no but when I catch her eye she can't "Yeah...I'm coming."