Just Between Us #Wattys2019

Cander

It was Thursday afternoon.

Cleo decided she'd grab a frappucino at Starbucks on her way home from college.

She was texting on her phone when she felt the presence, no, she smelt the presence of the white snake who had cheated on her. She would recognize that cheap "French" perfume anywhere.

She turned her head and saw Ivy with another girl, one with long blonde hair. The two were laughing; Ivy's hand cleaned the other girl's face of wild hair strands in a romantic gesture.

Cleo looked away desperately, focusing on the bartender who was preparing her beverage.

"Shit, shit, shit." She whispered. She peaked at Ivy again and for a fifth of a second, their eyes met. Of coarse, Cleo freaked out slightly, and looked onwards to the bartender again. "Fuck." She whimpered.

"Are you okay?" The bartender asked. Cleo looked at the guy and shook her head no.

"See that girl behind me?" She asked the boy, who at this moment glared at Ivy, "Cheating Ex." She said.

"Cleo!" Ivy said, and touched her shoulder. Cleo opened the fakest smile she could fetch at such short notice and turned around to face the lying skunk.

"Ivy...!" Cleo said, anti-climactically.

"You haven't responded to any of my texts..." Ivy said, acting upset about it.

"Yeah, I lost your number." Cleo explained. "It must have happened when I hit delete." She smiled ironically, almost closing her eyes shut and tilting her head.

Ivy scoffed, "I see your sense of humor hasn't changed."

"Don't pretend you ever understood my sense of humor." Cleo reprehended her, giggling of Ivy's patheticness.

"Anyway, I know we've both been through a lot, but I just wanted you to know that I forgive you, and I apologize." She said.

Cleo scoffed, "You forgive me?"

Yup. Cleo was angry. Very angry.

She started looking around the coffee shop, looking for something. She looked back at the bartender whose name tag read Sam.

She called him and whispered something onto his ear. The boy checked all of his pockets and even the cash register, and then shrugged and said, "Sorry, I guess we're all out."

Cleo sighed sharply and then looked back at Ivy. "Sorry, it seems like we're all out at the moment, but maybe if you wait a little longer, a fuck can fall into my hands and I can give it to you." She said, and flashed the girl her middle finger with a sincere smile.

Ivy scoffed, "Wow, Alexander. Very classy!"

"Yeah 'cause cheating on me was super Audrey Hepburn of you, right?" She asked. "You don't get to talk about class." Ivy just stared at Cleo, out of arguments. "Just get the fuck out." Cleo told her.

"You can't tell me wha—"

"Don't make me call security." The bartender interrupted. "Trust me, you don't want me making your coffee anyways."

Cleo looked at the boy and smiled, and then back at Ivy and waved goodbye.

Ivy left the store with her new victim right away. Cleo turned to the bartender, giggling.