OUT (Girl X Girl)

Chapter Five: The Fights

On every television show, novella, and sitcom there’s always that one character that makes me want to commit murder. It would put everyone out of their misery by cutting off that character’s oxygen supply. Sure, that person would be dead, but it would help the mass majority in the long run. The only issue is going to jail for the rest of my life because of them doesn’t seem worth it. That person could have robbed too many banks to count or tormented little kids with cruel words, but they still aren’t worth giving up my freedom and livelihood for them to end up being besties with the devil.

The person currently standing in front of me makes me want to commit murder. Really badly. The idea of their termination makes prison seem like a day spa.

“What are you doing here, Green?”

I scoff, “I should be asking you the same thing.”

She sets the tray of drinks down, “If you must know I’m Mrs. Foster’s assistant for the film. Now, I don’t like repeating myself but I will. What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”

“I do not have to answer to you,” I cross my arms  and I can see the steam coming out of Ivy’s ears.

“I would hate to do this but I’m going to have to ask you to leave the premises if you do not give me an answer.”

Tommy starts to laugh and I shoot him a glare. He sinks down into his chair and I turn back to Ivy, “I understand that we have some unresolved issues between us but you need to get over it and act professional and do your job. We can discuss this later if you still can’t get over this morning’s incident.”

Ivy lets out a dark chuckle and begins passing out the drinks, “You mean spilling coffee on me and not directly addressing the problem?”

“I apologized for that and attempted to fix the problem but you decided not to acknowledge my amends and instead you ruined something that I planned for months.”

“You could have shut me up for good but you didn’t,” Ivy sets my cup on the table with an unnecessary amount of force, “Instead you added fuel to the flames.”

I slammed my hand on the table and stood up, “Ivy,” My voice was deadly calm and the room went silent, “You have no fucking right to victimize yourself. I tried to fix our situation so you would not have a reason to hate me. I didn’t do anything to you on purpose.

“Now do your job and I’ll do mine. We may not get along but we’re going to have to learn to be civil. ”

“Don’t act so innocent yo-”

“Just because you can’t come to terms with yourself that doesn’t mean you should release your feelings on someone else.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?

“I think you know what I mean.”

“Care to clarify, Lizzy?”

“Do you remember Chelsey Baxter’s party last summer? You and I drank a bit too and-”

“Nothing happened you lying bi-”

“Ivy, if you say one more word you are fired,” Lauren says, “You have no right to be disrespectful to Elizabeth because we are in a work environment and you two can sort out your petty jealousy on your own time. Elizabeth is playing Melody Jones in our movie so if she want’s you gone, I’ll fire you in a heartbeat and your father will think it is completely justified.

“Now I sent you a list of tasks for you to do and I want them finished before you leave for the night.”

I sit back down in my chair and study Ivy. She looks… broken. Her eyes are dull and her usual fire is gone. I guess murder wasn’t the answer when a crushed mortal enemy is way more appealing. Ivy leaves the room and I smile and for a split second, I’m happy.