Wrong Number: A Quinton Griggs Fanfiction «completed»

Part 8: More Surprises

"I'm sorry. I'm not really sure what you're talking about, Cynthia," I lied.
She chuckled wryly. "Izzie," she began, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "I know that you know exactly what I'm talking about. You had a date with my boyfriend last night."
"I was at home all night, Cynthia. I'm not sure what you heard, but I'm really sorry if you think that I've done something to you." I wasn't technically lying.
"He told me," she whispered, staring at her hands.
I gasped softly. "He, uh, he told you what?"
"He told me that he was going to go on a date with you," she replied, her voice rising.
"He never showed, Cynthia."
"I know. I told him not to. He's my boyfriend. He isn't going to dinner with any other slut. Not now. Not ever," she said firmly, standing up.

She left the room, slamming my office door behind her. I was trying to keep myself from crying, but I wasn't very successful. The tears flowed, and I tried to choke them back as I heard another knock on my office door.
"Come in," I called out, my voice catching in my throat.
"Hey, do you mind if I sit down and talk to you for a little bit?" Evan asked, standing in the doorway.
I sighed. "I really don't have time for that right now, Evan."
"Please? It won't take too long," he assured me, sitting down in the chair across from my desk.
"Evan, I really don't have time for this," I repeated.
He sighed. "You do have time for this, Izzie. I promise."

I took another deep breath. "What, Evan? What could you possibly want to say to me right now?"
"I want to talk to you about us," he murmured.
"There is no us!" I yelled. "We broke up!"
"Yeah, I know. But what if we got back together?"
I shook my head. "Why? Why, Evan? We didn't work. Besides that, we're coworkers now," I excused.
"In my defense, I didn't know that you worked here, Izzie," he replied.
"Save it," I interrupted. "You used to come to eat lunch with me all the time. You knew that I worked here. The only way that our relationship worked was that we didn't work in the same place."

"If you refuse to get back together with me, the least that you could do is explain what just happened with the girl that was just here."
"Damn it, Evan. Fine. She was asking for some advice," I replied.
"Advice on what?" he asked.
"Advice on what to do if her boyfriend's been getting friendly with his friends' publicist. I wasn't sure how to help her, so I sent her on her way," I explained.
"How would you answer that if you don't know anything about the situation?" he asked. I looked down at my hands, and I could tell that it was finally clicking for him. "You're the publicist."
"Yeah. I'm the publicist," I whispered.
"Shit, so you really did move on, huh?" he asked. "I thought that that wasn't a date."
"That wasn't a date. That guy thought that that was a date, but I left it because it was painfully awkward."
"If that wasn't a date, why would his girlfriend come in here and get upset with you?" he asked, obviously confused.
I sighed again. "That guy was a client. This guy, this guy isn't a client. I've never met this guy."
"Wow," he whispered. "Got it."

He stood up to leave, and he looked back over his shoulder at me as he stood in the doorway. "Do you want to maybe grab dinner as friends? We could work back to being together," he suggested.
"I'll agree to dinner, but I'm not agreeing to work back to being together. Don't test your luck, Evan," I replied, shooing him the rest of the way out of my office.
I looked back down at my hands, and this time, I didn't feel the urge to cry. I got up, wiping my face with the palm of my hands.
I walked quickly through the hallways, stopping in front of Amanda's door. I knocked softly, waiting for her to answer.
"Come in," she called out.

I walked in, shutting the door behind me. "Hey, Amanda. I wanted to apologize for my outburst this morning."
She looked up from her laptop at me over the edge of her glasses. "I understand, Izzie. You don't have to apologize. We should've waited for you to come to us. We should really be the ones that are apologizing," she answered, closing her laptop.
I sat down across from her. "If you say so. Um, Quinton's girlfriend just came to visit me."
Amanda held a hand up to stop me. "Hold on. I have a feeling that you aren't going to want to tell this story twice, so let's wait until Amanda gets in here," she suggested, picking the phone up to call Emma's office.

Emma came in almost immediately, sitting down next to me. "Spill. What happened?"
"Quinton's girlfriend just came to visit me," I repeated.
"Cynthia came to visit you?" Emma exclaimed.
"Yeah. Cynthia came to visit me," I confirmed, looking over at her.
Emma chuckled softly. "What did she want?"
"She wanted to tell me, and I quote, to stay the hell away from her man. I tried to play dumb, but Quinton had already explained everything to her. I don't really understand why that was something that he felt the need to disclose to her, but I guess there's not anything that I can do about it now," I replied.
"Did you ever hear from him?" Amanda asked.
"Nope. But, I did get a visit from my ex-boyfriend," I added.
"I'm really, really sorry about that. I didn't know about any of that, Izzie. I asked if he recognized any names on our employee roster, and he said no," Amanda apologized.
"Hey, don't worry about it. We're gonna go to dinner. I'm gonna try to be friends with him."
Emma looked at me suspiciously. "Are you planning on getting back together with him?"
"I don't think that I really plan anything, Emma. I wasn't planning on breaking up with him in the first place. I wasn't planning on getting a phone call from Quinton. I wasn't planning on getting stood up last night, or getting a visit from his girlfriend today. Whatever happens, will happen. I'm not worried about it," I rambled, unsure of whether I was convincing them or myself.