My Boss

Chapter Thirty

This is totally random, but do any of you watch Game Of Thrones?

Just want to know.

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(Also, there is a game of thrones quote in here somewhere, so if you don't get why I have said that certain quote, ask)
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Chapter Thirty: Brooke

Me: You free for lunch? B x

I message James, asking if he's free for lunch. I want to apologise and explain what I did, and why I did it.

James: Yes. Meet you at Freda's coffee in 10.

Still no kisses.

Shit, things just got serious. He must be furious.

Me: Okay. B x

I get no reply after that. Which is very unusual of James, no matter how angry or upset he is. He will always reply.

I grab my coat and bag and leave the building, grabbing a taxi and make my way to Freda's.

There's a slight chill in the air, making me wrap my coat around myself. Totally forgetting I have a bad rib cage.

From standing outside, and I just make out James sitting at one of the tables.
I quickly make my way inside, missing James even though I spoke to him last night.

As I'm walking towards James, he just stares at me. No smile. No wave. He just stares.

I smile and wave, but it's not returned. "Hey." I break the silence.

"Hi."

I sit down across from him and carefully remove my coat, trying not to flinch. But fail miserably.

"What's wrong?" He asks, concern in his eye, even though he tries not to sound it.

"Oh, er. I just hurt my ribs, that's all." I lie for no reason. He knew how I got these injuries, but just not why.

It's silent for a few minutes. And this time it's just not comfortable.

"I'm just going to grab a drink. You want anything?" I say to him quietly, not looking him in the eye.

"No."

I slowly get up from my seat, avoiding any other accidents, and make my way over to the counter.

"Dear almighty! What have you been up to, sweetheart?" Freda asks, shocked and curious

I give her a small smile, "oh, it's nothing. I just fell over and caught myself on the edge of the table." I lie, but she suspects nothing.

"Tut tut, you should be more careful Brooke darling! You're going to really hurt yourself one day." She points at me, playing the role as the protective mother.

"But anyway, how can I help you, love?" She asks me.

"I'll have a coffee with 2 sugars please, Freda." I ask.

She waddles away, preparing my coffee, and leaving me with my thoughts.

What am I going to do with myself? I need to pull myself together and quick. If I carry on like this, I'll have nobody.

I sigh sadly, just as Freda returned minutes later.

"Here you are, my dear." She hands me my coffee.

I go to hand her my money but she protest. "No no no no! Put that money back in your pocket young lady. This ones on the house."

I thank her and go back to James, who hasn't moved since I was last there.

"Why would you do this Brooke?" James croaks to me as soon as I sit down. He looks exhausted, as if he hadn't slept all night.

I stare down at my coffee, not dating to meet his gaze.
I huff, "I don't know, James." I whisper to him.

"You're a mess, Brooke. I thought we sorted you out a few months ago?!" He says through gritted teeth.

Now. I look up at him. "We did James! I'm fine, really. I just, I had to go back." I reassure.

"But why did you have to go back? There must have been a reason."

I'm at war with myself. Do I tell him about Sam? Or do I leave it at this?

"Someone angered me, that's all. It was nothing. I had to let some steam off." I explain.

"Normal people let off steam by going for a run! Or going to the gym! The don't go to fight?!" He practically shouts across to me.

Good job there isn't many people in today then.

I slam my palms down on the table. "That's enough. Keep your voice down will you! I know you're angry and upset, but that's no reason to act disrespectful towards Freda!" I scold.

Then i remember. "What the fuck do you mean normal people! You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do! And also, I'm not a mess. Not at all! So, just because I have a black eye and a bad ribcage does not mean I am a mess!" I rage.

I let out a breath I was holding and instantly feel better.

We're both silent, calming ourselves in the process.

"That was wrong of me..." He says quietly.

I just sip at my coffee like a bad ass "I know."

"Who angered you?" He asks.

I freeze. "Nobody important." I say, and leave it at that.

We spend the rest of my lunch chatting, totally forgetting what happened last night.

I could feel a slight tension in my rage and my eye was starting to throb, but I put it off as just simple pain.

I so should of took some paracetamol with morning...

We make our way outside, laughing and joking as usual.
"Oh, moon of my life, you do make me laugh." James says to me dramatically, pressing his hand over his heart while quoting Game Of Thrones.

I throw my head back and laugh. "My sun and stars, what else am I to d-"

And I don't have time to finish my sentence before darkness engulfs me.

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