Imogen had a hard look at Charlie, glanced back at Fiona, looked at Charlie once more and then back at Fiona again. She was in utter disbelief. "Really Fiona, really?" Imogen rhetorically asked, not hiding her anger one bit.
"You're getting mad at me?"
"You ran to your ex!"
"You have absolutely no right to be upset with me!" Fiona said, raising her voice.
"You broke my heart!"
"You broke mine first!"
Imogen scoffed. "Fine, but at least I didn't turn to an ex. What if I had my ex hanging around right after a fall out between us? Maybe I should've made a booty call too!" Imogen tried holding in her chuckle at herself using the word 'booty'.
Fiona shook her head, looking at Imogen. "No, Immy, it's not like that. You're so wound up over nothing."
Charlie, originally pretty clued out, raised a brow as she sensed some of what was going on. "Oh, oh no you see I just brought Fiona lunch and-"
"Oh shut your trap you…you…you home wrecker!" Imogen attacked.
"Excuse me?" Charlie glared at Imogen, stepping closer to her. "What did you call me?"
"Home. Wrecker." Imogen enunciated, moving in closer to her now nemesis.
Fiona shook her head, holding her hands out to keep the two apart. "Guys you really don't need to-"
"So what if Fiona and I got back together?" Charlie challenged. "What the hell would a scrawny ass girl like you do, hm?"
"You don't deserve her, I do." Imogen pressed. "Back off. Don't have affairs with younger girls. It looks desperate."
Fiona shook the comment off knowing Imogen wasn't directing the comment to their situation.
"Yeah?" Charlie questioned. "If that were true, why would she call me here to have lunch with her to discuss a girl who broke her heart? Obviously that girl was you, and obviously seems like you're the one who doesn't deserve her. I didn't come here to throw down with some high school brat but I can make an exception-"
"Alright!" Fiona clapped her hands together and turned towards Charlie. "Charlie, thank you for bringing me lunch. I'll make this up to you for coming all the way over here."
Charlie paused, a dirty look set on Imogen, then breathed in deeply as she turned to Fiona, handing her the bag containing her meal. "Here Fifi. Sorry things didn't go as planned." Charlie slid her arms around the girl's waist, hugging her tightly. "I'll see you another time." She said, smiling. Charlie shot one last look at Imogen. It was surprising her glare didn't burn through the girl. "I hope I never see you again." She stated, closing the space between them. "But if I do, it's on." She said, lowing her voice before turning and walking off.
"By the way she's my Fifi!" Imogen shouted down the hall, and then looked at Fiona.
Fiona turned to Imogen, giving her a puzzled face. "What's the matter with you? You can't just do that to someone I'm friends with."
"Friends." Imogen repeated, then sighed. "Sorry Fifi. It just killed me that you moved on quick it seemed, then I saw her and all these thoughts went through my mind."
Fiona shrugged the situation off, looking Imogen dead in the eyes and breathed in deeply. "If we're going to do this, you need to trust me."
Imogen immediately nodded.
"And you're going to need to respect me and not embarrass me, at least not in front of people because sometimes I need it." Fiona continued.
Imogen nodded again.
"Lastly…" Fiona said, stepping closer to Imogen. "You need to care about me and want to make things work. I don't want some casual thing. I want it to potentially go somewhere." She negotiated.
"Deal." Imogen quipped, cupping Fiona's face in her hands and kissed her lips passionately. "I'm so sorry Fi." She whispered against her lips.
After a few moments of kissing her back, Fiona pulled away from her lips, looking at the girl she was now involved with and smiled. "You're quite attractive when you're jealous Miss Moreno. I might have to have situations like this pop up every once in a while. I knew having Charlie around as a friend would come in handy."
"Don't even think about it Fions!"