Jefferson's Secretary

Friends :)

I am the least motivated person ever and I apologize

ANGELICA'S POV

   As the day drew to a close, I decided that I shouldn't let John and Laf go that quickly. I am not losing my best friends because I slept with the guy I like. I walked over to John's desk confidently, and if he noticed me he didn't show it. "John, I-" he cut me off. "Yes, Miss I-Can-Fuck-My-Dickhead-Boss Schuyler?" How do I reply to that? Let's use three ideas. "Okay, so 1. he's not a dickhead, and 2. that's longer than Laf's name." He looked up at me dryly. "Okay, so," he said in a mocking tone, "1. I bet you love his dickhead, and 2. I think only best friends can use nicknames. Now go, I think your daddy's calling you." He pointed towards Thomas' office.

   I looked to Laf, his desk one over from John's. "Laffy..." he sighed. "Angelica, j'aimerais vous pardonner, mais je pense que notre amie affectueuse de tortue ici ne voudrait pas que je le fasse. Je suis désolé." (I used google translate give me a break smh.) He shook his head, and I sighed. John looked confused as fuck. I had taken French in high school (and I was nearly fluent), and John had taken Spanish. "Je connais, Laffy, mais parlez-lui de me pardonner. Je suis tellement désolé. Trouvez-le dans vos coeurs pour me pardonner." (Google translate again, bitches. It may be wrong because G.Translate is a bitch.) Laf nodded. "Oui."

   John shook it off. "Whatever, just go, puta." He said, using Spanish. What the fuck John? I know what that means? "John-" I inhaled. "You know what, nevermind." I turned around, tears threatening to fall. I sleep with one guy and he goes to calling me awful names in Spanish. I sat down at in my desk and put my head in my hands.

   Maybe I could change my name. To something like "An-my-life-is-going-to-hellica?" Sounds about right.

   I feel a comforting hand on my back. "Are you okay, Angelica?" Maria asked me. I looked at her, wiping a stray tear away. "I guess."

   She knelt down next to me. "What did they say?" She frowned. "John... John called me a slut in Spanish..."

   "That's horrible, Angeli-" I cut her off, putting my hand up. "Please, call me Angie." She smiled a bit. "Okay, Angie. I'm sorry John's being a dickhead. I'm sure he'll come through..." I shrugged. "I hope he will." I looked over at the two. Laf was trying to talk to John, but John kept cutting in. I hope Laf's trying for me. "I think Laf forgives me, but definitely not John." Maria nodded. "I understand how that feels, Angie. When I was in high school, I got called names like that when I got pregnant with Susan-" my eyes widened. "You have a daughter!?" She nodded. "Yeah... she's 8 years old."

   "Does your boyfriend help with her?" I asked. "James... no, she usually stays at my mother's house. My mom doesn't know... she doesn't know why she stays there, just only that she has to."

   "Why does she have to?" I asked carefully. Maria glanced around, nervously. "Maybe we could save that for a different time? Maybe we could get coffee soon together." I could see tears threatening to fall, and I nodded. "Of course. I didn't mean to press, I was just curious." She shook her head. "It's okay, it might be good to get it off my chest, actually." She smiled a little. "Anyway, I should get going.  I have to go see Susan. Bye, Angie." She waved and walked away. "Bye." I said softly. That was a lot of news. I sat at my desk, staring at papers numbly, barely noticing everyone leave.

   "You gonna stay here all night, or are you gonna go home?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I look back, breaking my trance-like stare at my papers. "Oh yeah, I was just finishing up."

   "With your physic powers, of course." Thomas teased. "I mean, I do have those. Strange you haven't noticed yet." I joked. He laughed. "Of course." I started to pack up my things. "Ange, have you been okay today? I know that it's been a bit hard, with everything that happened..." he trailed off and I shook my head. "It's alright, John was just being a bitch." I sighed. I miss that bitch. "You know, I can always fire him, if you want that..." he offered, and I shook my head quickly. "No, of course not. He may hate me at the moment, but I still consider him one of my best friends."

   He stared at me for a second. "If that's what you want, okay." I smiled and stood up when I finished packing up. "Want me to drive you home?" I nodded. "Sure." He grinned. "Nice." We walked out to his car and he started to drive.

   We were about half way to my house when I got a text message.

Turtle boi: Hey, Angie, I'm sorry for how I acted today... could you find it within yourself to forgive me acting like a dick today?

   I grinned to myself and started to type a reply.

Angel of hell: of course I can forgive you! Only if you can forgive me about what happened.

Turtle boi: of course. Love you angel <3

Angel of hell: love you too, bitch <3

   I didn't bother hiding my excitement. I let out a large squeal, causing Thomas to jump. "What?" He asked, laughing. "John forgave me!" I grinned. He smiled. "Good. I'm happy for you guys. Y'all weren't doing your gossip thing at your desk, and it worried me."

   I shrugged. "Well that'll continue tomorrow. I'll make sure to add in some crazy rumor to get it going." I half-joked. He grinned wider. "Of course you will." He pulled into a parking space at my apartment building. Just as I was halfway out of the car, I froze and looked at him. "Do you wanna come in, with me?"

   He smiled. "Sure." I grinned. "Great." We both got out and walked into my apartment.

I couldn't go long without my johnny baby, laffy taffy, and angel of hell friendship I'm sorry

And oh my god I'm a little bitch. An advertisement was like "are you pregnant?" And I was like "wtf am I pregnant mom omg I'm so sorry!" But I was just what like how did I what why?
That made no sense, but whatever go eat a dick. Or maybe lick my clit.
Ha I love Bo Burham or whatever his name is. Anyway, if you have suggestions, tell me! I'll take most any suggestions!
Love you, bye.

-McKenzie (not pregnant btw)