Poison Ivy

Chapter Twenty-Three: "Hook me up, Bitch."

I'd been picking the ring out of its bed of silk for the past week since Andy had left it angrily on the desk at ROCK Bottom! and yet I hadn't put it on my finger, though I'd been close. Instead I kept replacing it back into its pillowed box, sighing each time in both frustration and confusion.

What was this supposed to mean? What was Andy promising me?

Groaning, I shut the box and put it back down onto my breakfast bar for what must have been the tenth time today before I kicked off the kitchen stool and headed through into my living area.

I threw myself down onto my sofa and another groan escaped my lips as I shut my eyes.

"God, I'm such an idiot." I lamented to myself. I'd been too hard on Andy and I had completely overreacted.

I huffed out a pissed off breath of air, angry at myself for treating Andy the way I had, when I decided that it'd be best to apologise to him.  We hadn't spoken at all during the course of the week and we had both been more than fucked off when we'd last been in contact so it wouldn't surprise me if getting in contact with him would be difficult but the least I could do was try.

I pulled my mobile from my pants pocket and keyed in my password before hitting the caller list icon. Andy was one of the first names in the list just under an old school friend Alyson and also Wesley who had insisted he be listed as 'A QW' so that he would show up first in my contacts.

"Answer, damn it." I hissed into the receiver after hearing the dial tone for the third time. Andy didn't answer and after another minute of hearing the dial tone I hung up and waited a few minutes before calling him again.

I called him a total of four times before giving up. The thought crossed my mind to have left him a voice mail or to even have text him telling him I understood why he was mad at me but if he'd just let me explain because then at least he'd listen to it or read it over rather than ignoring it like he was doing with my calls but I decided against it and chose to then try a more promising method of getting into contact with him.

Ashley's phone was answered on the second buzz of the dial tone but the voice that answered wasn't particularly pleasant to my ears and I found myself cringing at it as it primly stated 'hiya.'

"Uh, hi... is Ashley there?" I asked, waiting for the happy falsetto of her voice to become venomous and bitter.

"Ivy?" Tris trilled. "No he's not..." she trailed off and a snide tone masked her next words. "But Andy is."

I scrunched my nose up indignantly, pushing down the feeling of jealousy and betrayal as I replied. "Oh... could I speak to him, please?"

"Oh, I don't think so." She giggled.

My blood ran cold, before flaring up again. "Please," it was hard to get the words past my teeth. "Can I speak to him?"

There was a murmur of another voice in the background, and Tris giggled again, calling out a flirty sounding "Oh, nobody! Wrong number."

"Tris, please let me-"

All I could hear was the dead static ring after she hung up.

I let out a scream of frustration, burying my face into a cushion that was sat next to me and feeling bitter tears pricking at my eyes and stinging them and I couldn't help the wave of anger that spread through my body that was aimed towards Tris because she was with Andy and I wasn't and he was probably having a better time with her than he would be with me.

When I was finished feeling sorry for myself, I picked up my phone I furiously punched in Wesley's number choosing not to go through my contacts list as I'd only have to see Andy's name and I'd once again go through the trip of self-loathing.

"Hook me up with some weed, bitch." I snarled into the receiver.

I could hear Wesley's grin as he spoke. "Girl, I've been waiting for you to ask me that for a long time."