Poison Ivy

Ivy 23

Two weeks
August(Yungin)POV:

"How have you been?"

I look at her and sigh. "Are you here as my girl, or a therapist?"

"Your girl? So I'm your girl, now?"

I chuckle. "My friend, than."

"I-I don't mind being your girl, it's just... you are supposed to ask someone to be in a relationship with them."

I smirk. "I'm not used to all that."

"Than technically, we are not in a relationship."

I take a deep breath.

"You know, August, I didn't know your friend, Rita, but from what you have told me, I think she would want you to be happy, I think that's why she did, what she did."

I clutch my jaws, my nostrils flaring.

"I don't want to talk about that."

"What do you want to talk about than, August?"

"Your new hairstyle. I like it."

"August you can't-"

"I would think the correct term would be thank you."

"Thank you."

"You not going to drop this, are you?"

She sighs.

"We can't be in a relationship, while you are still stuck-"

"I don't have feelings for her anymore."

"And I never said you did, shows you still-"

"She's not dead, ok, Nicole!" I snap. She gasps.

"What?"

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Her best friend came here and she told me that she is not dead."

"You said- you said she um- she died."

"She did."

"August-"

"I'm not crazy, ok?"

"I never said you are." She defends herself. I slit my eyes. "I know what you are thinking."

"Did you see her?"

"No."

"So how do you know she is not grieving?"

"How much should I be paying you? Because I don't remember asking for a therapist."

"August, what you fail to understand is, we won't be in a relationship if you are not over your feelings for Rita."

"I've decided I don't want to talk about this anymore."

She sighs and her phone rings. "The hospital is calling, I need to go."

"Bye."

She turns and looks at me, with a frown on her face. I glare at her too.

"You not going to walk me out?"

I get up. "No. You know your way out." I walk out the living room and go upstairs.

Rita(RiRi)POV:

"Margarita!"

I sigh, touching my nose bridge.

"Ahh, silent again, ain't we?"

It's been three weeks since I've been kidnapped. Just as my life was coming together, this happens. I curse the day I met Aug.

"Its been three weeks Quavo. He is not coming for me. He thinks I'm dead."