Teaching The Bad Girl To Be Good (Lesbian Story)

Chapterd 23: Fuck Off

Driving with an excited Joe is like enduring a marathon at a circus — exhausting, chaotic, and loud. Every song that comes on the radio is a performance, with Joe as the star, belting lyrics at the top of her lungs. Her smirk is so wide, she looks like she's on a rollercoaster, not sitting in the backseat of Ky's car.

The questions come at Ky in rapid fire. "How do you design games? Do you code? Can I be in the next game? What's your favorite part of the job?" Joe's voice is a constant buzz, excitement practically oozing from her.

Ky, unfazed, keeps smiling and answering each question patiently. Meanwhile, I'm mentally preparing to bang my head against the dashboard. I can already feel the weight of the day settling in, and it's going to be terrible — I just know it.

"Morning, Zoé," Ky greets the emo assistant at the front desk when we arrive. Zoé gives Ky a long, flirtatious smile, her eyes drifting over me with an edge that makes my skin crawl.

"Good morning, Kylie," Zoé replies, adding a smirk as she emphasizes the name.

Kylie? I glance at Ky, eyebrows raised. She hates being called Kylie, always grumbles when someone uses it. But here she is, flashing that dazzling smile like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"Kylie?" I whisper to her, feeling a wave of annoyance creeping up.

She chuckles, leaning down to press the elevator button. "She does it to grind my gears, but I don't really care," Ky says with a nonchalant shrug.

I mock her quietly, pitching my voice high in a teasing way, "She kinda does it to grind my gears," earning a side-eye from Joe, who's clearly amused.

Ky glances over, catching my tone, and smirks. "Really? You're jealous of my assistant?" Her voice is playful, but the way she runs her hand through her hair — so effortlessly — sends shivers down my spine. God, why does she have to be so... magnetic all the time?

"I'm not jealous," I shoot back, crossing my arms defensively. "We don't even know what this is," I gesture between us, "so, technically, I can't even be jealous." My voice comes out sharper than I intend, and Ky's face softens, her usual playful demeanor dimming as she nods in understanding.

The elevator ride up is suffocating in its silence, a contrast to Joe's bubbly energy as soon as the doors slide open. She bolts out into the room like a kid on a sugar rush, her eyes wide as she takes in the techy office environment.

"If it helps, you can call me Kylie too," Ky says softly, trying to lighten the mood. But it only irritates me more. It's not about the name. It's about why Zoé gets to have this little inside joke with her while I'm left in limbo.

I force a laugh, turning to Joe, who's bouncing from one end of the room to the other. "Don't break anything," I warn. "Anything she breaks, you buy," I add, flashing a look at Ky.

Ky just chuckles. "Hey, you did say you can't afford anything in this place," she teases, nudging me lightly.

The office is the same as I remember — lively but in that start-up techy way where everyone's glued to their screens, typing away on their laptops, or engaged in some random game of ping-pong. It's exactly the kind of place that would feel like heaven to Joe.

"Ky, we're ready for you to look at the updates from yesterday," Kace says, standing up and waving Ky over. When she sees me, her face brightens. "Jay, right?" she asks, and I nod, a little surprised she remembers.

As Ky starts talking with the team, I scan the room. There's a certain buzz in the air, everyone gearing up for Ky's input. But something's missing. Or rather, someone.

Just as I think it, the elevator dings, and out steps Oliver, his usual flustered self. He's late again, but his grin is unmistakable as he locks eyes with me. His auburn hair is tousled, and he pushes his glasses up his nose with that shy, slightly awkward smile that always seems to make my heart skip a beat.

Ky must've sensed it because she suddenly leans in close, her breath warm against my ear as she whispers, "Seriously? Him?"

Her words send a shiver down my spine, but not in a good way. I almost want to collapse into her, but I straighten up, trying to keep my thoughts from spiraling.

"Shut up!" I hiss, a bit too loudly, and suddenly the whole room falls silent, heads turning in my direction. I rub the back of my neck awkwardly, mumbling, "Sorry, just... nothing."

Oliver watches me closely, his eyes lingering in a way that makes me want to disappear.

"I, uh, need to use the restroom," I mutter.

Ky immediately offers, "I'll show you," her tone way too cheerful for my liking.

I narrow my eyes at her. "I don't think I want you to show me where the bathroom is," I say, crossing my arms.

She grins, leaning in. "Fine, then piss yourself," she quips, wiggling her eyebrows.

I scoff, stepping closer to her. "You sure this is about the bathroom? Or are you just jealous?" Her eyes darken at the challenge in my voice.

"Of him? Please," Ky growls, her voice dangerously low. She takes a step closer, her lips brushing my ear. "But tell me, was it me or Oliver that made your pussy wet?" Her words are a loaded grenade, and I shove her back, my face burning.

"Not now, Ky," I snap, feeling the tension coil tight in my chest.

"Oh, now it's a problem? You're standing here practically drooling over him, and I'm supposed to what? Just watch?" Ky's anger is sharp, her frustration palpable as she takes a step back, running her hands through her hair in irritation.

I clench my fists, not sure if I want to scream or laugh. "We're not dating, Ky! You let your assistant call you Kylie all day like it's some big joke, and I can't have a stupid crush on Oliver?"

Her eyes blaze with something I can't quite place — hurt, maybe — but she hides it quickly, her smirk returning. "Fine. Go ahead. Crush on him all you want. Go fuck him if it's that serious."

And with that, she storms off, leaving me standing there, furious and hurt.

"Good to know you think I'm a slut!" I yell after her, but she doesn't turn around.

The room feels suffocating now. I glance over at Oliver, who's still watching me, but I can't handle it anymore. I need air, space, something to ground me.

I storm out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest.