Plastic Hearts (Being Edited)

Chapter 11: Seeing Red

A/N: A comment never hurt anybody.

I shuffled through the busy crowd to get to my destination, as the cab driver had decided to drop me off way earlier, then my intended spot. Once I reached the store, I could see Angela looking at jeans through the glass. If she wasn't returning from some photoshoot in Paris, she was definitely overdressed.

"Didn't know you liked to shop in the men's section" I dryly said as I approached her. I must've startled her as she tremored a little and gave me a stark eye.

After a staring contest between the both of us, I started to feel a little uneasy and regrettable of my bold action to approach her. "I remember you" she thankfully stated. "Jean was it?" she asked triumphantly as if she'd even remembered me.

I had refrained from being unconventionally rude because she seemed like she was genuinely trying.

"Gwen" I corrected her while also giving her a quizzical look as how did her mind wonder that faraway, those names aren't even remotely close in sound.

"Oh shit" I heard that familiar voice from afar. "Angie you have to check this out" Lucas said in a baffled tone. He had his back turned to everyone while he was busying himself at the jewellery section to notice my presence, or anyone else's for that matter.

She took a deep breath before she responded rather irritatedly. "What is it?" her heels began to click their way over to him.

"This is the exact same watch DiCaprio was wearing for the Met Gala" he explained. "Do you think I should get it for Mike?" he asked for her opinion, although the tone of us his voice seemed as if he'd already made up his mind. "I think I'm going to get it"

"Wouldn't you want to ask Gwen for her opinion" she suggested while putting a little to much emphasis on the her. This caused me to inadvertently freeze like a deer in headlights at the sudden mention of my name.

All the courage I conjured up in order to talk to him had suddenly dissipated, once he'd turned around and looked at me. I started to wonder whether I was actually ready to face Lucas or not. After careful evaluation, it was safe to assume that I'd completely embarrassed myself that night, and him also for that matter. If I was sending mixed signals before I definitely sealed the deal when I basically invited myself to his home.

"Gwen" he greeted me enthusiastically as he gave me a welcoming hug, and I returned it. "You took your time"

That was definitely unexpected. I was bracing myself for a awkward moment or for him to break a plate or two, cause I felt like I might have damaged his ego. But he's likely keeping it professional, that's it. He's the Senators son, he can't allow petty feelings to show especially with all the eyes that our transfixed on his every move.

"If I could control traffic I definitely would" I tried excusing my tardiness with a smile.

"You were expecting her?" Angela interrupted our conversation.

"Yeah" he simply replied. "Gimme your bag" he demanded her which earned him a skeptical look from Angela. However before she could respond to his random command, he had already dug his hand into her Louis Vuitton handbag and retrieved my clutch.

"Thanks again" I thanked him once he'd handed it to me.

"So that was yours?" she rhetorically asked me, then returned her attention to Lucas. "I thought there was something else you just weren't telling me"

"Like what?"

"You like to cross dress" she said matter-of-factly.

With narrowed eyes, an eye roll and a sudden lack of interest, he evenly stated. "I'm not even going to entertain that"