American Boy (EDITING)

chapter seventeen

( me realizing this book is actually a little all over the place
👁👄👁 n e ways what team are u guys? whiskey or lucas? i'm kidding 🤪 the gif above is actually from the chapter before )

C H A P T E R S E V E N T E E N

AUDREY ALWAYS WANTED TO GO TO ITALY, BUT NOT FOR THE REASON THEY WERE GOING AT THAT TIME. Audrey had gone to her room to fetch more warmer clothes for the trip. She decided to change into a pair of black thermal leggings and long sleeve. As she had finished pulling on her wool socks and was securing the straps of her skiing pants Ginger had designed, a sharp knock cane from her door. Audrey was confused as to who would come to her room, but nonetheless she crossed her room to open the door. She realized rather quickly it was a mistake.

Whiskey stood clad in a tight fitting white thermal long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue thermal ski pants.

"What do you want?" Audrey asked with annoyance laced in her tone of voice as she leaned against the door frame.

"You are fucking despicable, Audrey." Whiskey spat out which earned an incredulous look from Audrey and a scoff.

"Me? Despicable? Says the one who didn't want to make what happened to Tequila, your own colleague, personal!" Audrey argued as she unfolded her arms in front of her to stick her pointer finger in Whiskey's face. "Says the man who dropped me the day after we had sex. You had me going crazy about you and what you could possibly be mad about. If the sex wasn't that good then tell me. If only admitted you liked me to have sex with me then tell me. Don't be a little school bitch about it. Don't just shut me out and ignore me. If I said something you should have tell me. You communicate. That's what normal people do, Jack."

"This isn't about us. This is about the fucking fact you and your little colleagues embarrassed me in front of Champ who kind you is my fucking superior!" Whiskey disagreed and snapped back at Audrey, smacking her hand out of his face. "Don't get in my face about all of this. This is all your fault."

"My fault?! You fucking son of a bitch. You are so selfish and self-centered I fucking can't. You are so far up your own arse you can't seem to care about anyone but yourself or anything that doesn't concern you. This is about us. It has been since the day you started shutting me out. You were so fixed on your dick and using me for your own pleasure you probably lied to me about everything you've said. I held so much disrespect for you because I know men like you. I've dealt with men like you in Kingsman. Don't go thinking you're one of a kind, Jack. You're not. Men like you only want one thing and are so desperate to do anything to get laid. How could I possibly believe you loved me? How could I possibly think about dropping out of the agency to finally run a normal life? How could I possibly think I could do all that with you? I let you blind me and make me stupid and naive, but guess what? I'm not blinded by your lies and bullshit anymore. I finally see the real you, Jack. The arse who has turned down Ginger's hopes to become a field agent every single damn time she's got them up!" Audrey shoved Whiskey farther away from her and she yelled at him. "And on top of that you only care about what you want. You don't want to save Tequila or anyone else affected by the virus. I know that for a fucking fact because you hate drugs and you hate everybody and anybody who uses them. Well guess what? They're good for you if they're used right. We live in the fucking 21st century for God's sake. I'm sorry what happened to your sweetheart and your unborn child, but that doesn't give you a right to hate it all. That's also why you didn't want Champ to take it personally so he wouldn't make a decision then, so he would let those people die. Good thing at least Champ has a heart, unlike you Jack. Whatever was going on between us is obviously through. It's done. Now get the fuck out of my sight."