Revenge

Huh.

———Elliot's POV———

That girl didn't leave the guy's apartment for hours. Wasn't he just her drug dealer? Why stay so long just to get a simple bag of shit? So, Joe's fucking her drug-dealer or something? Then again, I have absolutely no room to talk, are we going to forget the thing I have with Shayla? I tell you what, if I could to forget, I would.

It's not like I stayed in my apartment waiting for Joe to get out of Jason's apartment, because I definitely didn't give a shit enough to care about her well being.

No I wasn't following her, it just so happened that Jason and I had lived in the same apartment building. So I'd seen Joe before she scored that techy job at Evil Corp. She'd been swinging around Jason's apartment for the past few weeks and I wondered how she'd managed to sneak past the drug test.

A while after going into my apartment, I got a text from Darlene, stating that she 'needed to talk NOW'. And that I should haul ass to the Fun House as soon ASAMFP.

Putting my hoodie back on, and grabbed my back pack, I gave Flipper a bowl of food and left my apartment.

But, just as my brain managed to forget slightly about my newest co-worker, there she'd be, in the hallway, straightening out her purple jacket.

I froze. You and I both have established that I am not one for socializing. Hell, my communication skills are low even with Darlene - my own sister - And Angela - my childhood friend. What makes you think I'd be okay with talking to Joe?

Joe, I assume, didn't see me, because after fiddling with her purse for a moment or two, she made her back down the hallway.

And...like an idiot, I had follow her to get to the exit of the building. And there was no way I'd follow so she'd actually see me. So I waited about five before I went.

———Work the Next Morning———

Hello, friend.

Joe showed up to work five minutes late this morning. She looked like she hadn't slept at all. Trust me, I know exactly what that looks like. I don't know if she didn't care about work — or if she really was just sleep deprived and unable to get here on time.

I really didn't care, to be completely with you, Friend.

Did I mention Ollie had invited me to a dinner party yesterday? Yes. Angela actually made Ollie do it. I really want to tell her that 1) I don't like Ollie —— at all and 2) Him And I are never going to actually like each other. Even Ollie knows that. Though he keeps trying.

Friend, why are people so obsessed with other peoples' opinions? Don't tell me I'm not the only who sees how crazy people get when they know someone doesn't like them?

I'm rambling on. Nothing new, I suppose.

Joe hurried by my desk with her belongings in her hands. In her hurry, her scent hit my face in a gust of perfume that smelled like watermelon and lemons mixed together. I liked it.

She took a seat at her own desk and went to work almost immediately. This surprised me to a small degree. I know she hates this job, everybody knows that. She doesn't have to pretend like she actually cares about it. I watched as she longed into the computer and pulled up her work.

As if she could just feel it, she turned and locked her eyes right on me. I looked down at my keyboard and avoided her blue eyes glaring at me. Thankfully, when I looked back up, her attention was back on the computer, but her headphones were in. No chance of reaching her now.

About 20 minutes later, Joe got up from her seat, with her coffee cup in hand. While walking by, she sneakily slapped a hot pink sticky note onto the inside of my cubicle. I stared at it until Joe had returned to her seat from the break room.

Looking around my small area, I hesitantly plucked the sticky note off the cubicle wall and read it.

In Joe's somewhat sloppy, and slanted handwriting the note said. "Quit staring at me, dude."

I wanted to smile, but the closes thing I had gotten was my lips twitching upward just a tad, not enough to be an actual smile, but it's not nothing.

Looking up at Joe again, I saw that she was bobbing her head along to some song playing through her headphones.

What am I supposed to think of this, my friend?

[Oh boy wasn't that something. Lmao, this is the first chapter where Elliot and Joe actually take interest in each other. :0 Whatcha think?]