Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-One: Funky Town

Andy's P.O.V

I watched as Ivy stormed away, her hips swaying deliciously as she moved and- No. She was leaving... and I'm a prick.

"Fuck sake, Andy." I muttered to myself, turning fully, readying myself to go after her before a hand was pressed gently on my upper arm.

"Wait," a sultry voice said, halting me, "Let her go."

I twisted to face Tris Miss, glowering darkly at her. "Are you fucking serious?"

"But Andy," she purred, cocking her head to the side, pouting her lips. "You'll have much more fun with me, I can assure you." She winked and I rolled my eyes, clenching my jaw before removing her hand forcefully from my arm.

"You just don't get it, do you?" I spat, eyes flickering in the direction that Ivy had stormed off in – she was no longer visible. "I'm not interested."

Tris smirked but I held up a hand before she could counteract me.

"I wasn't interested last month and I'm not interested now, and your attempt to make me jealous by getting with Ashley is futile – I couldn't care less who you're with so long as it's not me." I continued.

"You used to be interested... you were very interested, in fact. Or don't you remember?" Tris snapped back, licking her lips and taking a step forward.

I scoffed and shook my head. "I was drunk, blitzed off my face and you were just there." I corrected her, watching as her smirk faltered.

"That's not true," she replied tersely, propping one hand on her hip. "You're a bad liar, Andy."

"And you're wasting my time." I shot back, turning around and, without an answer; I began shoving through the bodies that were cramped into my living area.

"Oh and Tris," I called back, looking over to where she was stood. I knew she had heard me because her steely gaze was focused on the group that surrounded me – had I been anyone else I'd have had to go back to yell at her again but being me had many advantages and my height of 6'3" was the one that came in handy the most. "I suggest you keep your mouth shut and you put that tape back where you found it..." I trailed off dangerously before adding "do you understand me?" to which I saw a short nod of confirmation before her small frame twisted around and scurried in the opposite direction.

I turned back and ground my teeth together, pushing past more people before I slipped out the living area door and into the hallway. I bumped into someone else's chest, groaning at our impact before apologising.

"It's alright, man." Jake's voice replied rather upbeat. "Hey, Andy, did you see Ivy? She just passed me with a pissed expression and I was wondering why..." he trailed off and I shrugged one shoulder.

"I guess I'll go find out," I replied, licking my lips, reaching up to run a hand through my hair.

Jake chuckled, patting a hand to my shoulder. "Whatever you've done, go fix it." He told me with a lopsided grin. "She was heading up the stairs last I saw."

"Alright, thanks man." I replied and he nodded.

"No bother, do you want me to get everyone out of here?" I turned my head, looking back into the chatter and dance filled living room before turning back to Jake.

"Sure, that'd be a help." I nodded and he gave me a thumb's up before stepping around me and giving me one last pat on the shoulder.

"Good luck." He grinned over his shoulder before drifting into the living area, hollering to everyone that the party was moving down the street to a club Ashley and CC were fairly familiar with. I'd been in a few times, but it just wasn't my type of thing... strobe lights, smoke screens and all the rest – most definitely Ashley's style.