Here it is part 4 of my story am pretty proud of it but as always please be kind. I decided to do a point of view from Seth's angle really wanted to try it also did use a song reference "Look at you by Big & Rich." Also my computers down so i did do this by cellphone at 1 in the morning so i did proof read as much and as well as i could so sorry for any mistakes. Thank you to everyone who reads and hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years..
Part 4: Look at you ignoring me on Christmas Eve...
"What the hell is your problem?" Alex storms behind me into the men's room.
I wet my face and look at the man who had just been punched twice in the mirror.
"I don't know Alex. I'm a smart, strong- headed, two feet planted on the floor grown ass man and suddenly this woman comes around me and all of it just goes out of the window. I'm not a jealous kind of guy but seeing her be the way she was being with him I lost it. I want her to be like that with me and only me."
She stares at me wide eyed.
"Wow there it is. Your falling in love. And not the kind that you thought was true love but the actual kind of real love."
She says simply as if it's a line she's been rehearsing.
"You know just maybe you had a shot but you probably just blew it but you better hope for your sake she doesn't think like me."
She turns and leaves the men's room and I storm to my office and order to be bothered by no one.
The day ends and I'm alone and I don't see Quinn or anyone for the rest of the night.
Morning comes and like many other early mornings I go home shower and come back to the office.
I sit there dreading the day the days I know that I won't be seeing her anymore.
I sense someone at my doorway and see Quinn there my Quinney or at least she used to be.
"Quinn, I thought you would've quite?" She hesitates and than speaks.
"I can't I'm under contract... Look i don't know what was up your ass yesterday and maybe you didn't deserve both of those punches but I won't and I will not apologize for one of them. I'm here to work so I'm doing my job and that's it."
She turns on her heel to walk out of my office and I don't know how I get there so fast but next thing I know I'm standing in front of her.
I take her bruised knuckles in my hand and make eye contact with her.
"Quinn I'm so sorry I didn't mean any of it." She withdraws her hand.
"No you don't get to do that to me, not anymore."
She walks around me and as if we never had any
chemistry she becomes a simple secretary who never knew me.
*4 MONTHS LATER...*
The months of the holiday season should be joyous right?
Yet for me they were just reasons to get really shit faced (as if I really ever needed any reason.).
Thanksgiving sucked Quinn had went home for 2 weeks and they were the longest most dreadful 2 weeks of my life.
Sure we weren't talking but during meetings and table reads admiring her was enough for me.
Pretending I lost my pen to have seconds of bliss from her soft gentle fingers when she handed me a new one, seeing her smile when I would crack a joke in one of my many voices was enough for me these days.
