A/N
Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize for not posting sooner, I was gone on a three day weekend get=away trip, so I didn't have access to a computer to post anymore chapters. But now I'm back and I'm still planning on posting once a day, so no need to worry anymore! Thanks for being patient! :3
Walking into the Pizzeria, you couldn't help but smile widely.
When you had gotten home, you called your parents and friends and told them the news on how you no longer we're going to be bothered by that purple pervert anymore and they congratulated you.
They were still cautious of course, but they had supported your decision to stay and you were grateful for that.
You had waken up with a smile on your face, calmly getting all of your things together, and giving your kitties some extra attention before heading out with your Teen Titans themed shirt.
Today was going to be a good day, you had a feeling.
Just as you went to stow away your belongings at the podium, you heard the creaking of the office door behind you.
Your head turned, and you found Boss carrying a newspaper.
It was the one with you and Vincent on the front page.
Of course it was.
Before you could fully process what was happening, Boss had ripped the parchment down the middle, separating you and Vincent on the image before he crumpled up the remains and disposed of them in a nearby trash can.
By the time he looked up and met eyes with you, you were in the midst of giving him something of a mix between surprise, skepticism, and joy.
"Yeah,"
Boss said, clapping his hands together before trotting over to you.
"So if you didn't know already, I heard about you and lover boy."
"From who, my dad?"
You couldn't stop yourself from asking.
You were somewhat confused as to why he was confronting you about this now, didn't your dad tell him to stop the news the day it started?
He inhaled deeply through his nose.
"Yes, your father had told me before, but Scott told me today as well."
'Oh, so you didn't believe him? Was that why you didn't tear the newspaper until today? Nice job having faith in your employee's parents.'
You thought to yourself, suddenly becoming bitter.
"As for who he heard it from?...Well-"
Both yours and Boss' attention was stolen by the heavy footsteps trickling by in a hurried fashion.
You immediately spotting their source, scoffing to yourself when you saw it passing nearby.
Vincent's eyes were narrowed straight ahead, his posture slouched.
He had to have known you were there, but he never bothered looking your way.
He ignored you completely, venturing onward with his hands crammed in his pockets.
You watched his figure disappear, astonished, yet overjoyed by his behavior.
"Ouch,"
Boss sighed once he was gone, hissing through his teeth.
"Whatever you and he went through must've been messy. I've never seen Vincent with such a stick up his *** before."
Wow, even the Boss can't hold his tongue.
"Boss,"
You felt slightly frantic; was he seriously trying to guilt trip you?
"You knew Vincent and I weren't ever going out. You only encouraged it for business reasons, and that only lasted for a day. Surely you understand how this is a bit unnecessary."
"Maybe, but like I said. Stick. Up the ***."
'Good'
You thought to yourself, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes in response.
'Totally deserves it.'
Boss shook his head, heading for the dining room while whistling quietly under his breath.
"Lord have mercy. Way too much drama for a kid's restaurant, let me tell you."
And that, you couldn't help but agree with.
You were very much pacified.
Vincent was clearly upset with you, going so far as to pretend you didn't exist anymore.
Sure that wording didn't exactly sound nice, but you would rather have that be the case instead of the center of his attention.
Even so, you couldn't find it in you to not be offended by the way he just stared at everything like it had killed his parents.
Vincent had put you through so much hell, and he somehow had the nerve to make it seem as though you were the bad guy in the end.
He was trying to toy with your head big time.
Good thing Captain Buzzkill didn't know how little you cared.
However, one glance around the restaurant made it evident that no other worker was present to help you through this shift.
There was no Scott, nor was there a Jeremy.
The former must've gone home, and the latter...well, that was still up for debate.
A debate no one would willingly participate in.
It was just you and Vincent, doomed to parade these ornately colorful hallways for the next several hours while acting as if the other was less than a stranger.
You shrugged at this turn of events; You could defiantly learn to live with it.
It would take adjusting but it was still entirely possible.
You were one million percent convinced of this.
Buy the time your shift was nearing its close, you realized Vincent had still made no effort to bother you, or even say hello like a normal person would.
Not that you even cared.
If he wanted to be impolite, that was his problem.
When you walked out that door, you didn't feel anything but relief of the fact that he had actually kept his word and left you alone.
Almost nothing felt better.
Ok that wasn't true taking in cats and getting them adopted and going to comicon was WAY better but still.
So much in fact, you were actually looking forward to having a good ol' time tomorrow with yourself.
Work was the same as it had been the previous day: Uneventful and mediocre, but you found yourself enjoying it.
You watched over children, occasionally pointed parents in the right direction toward their sought after festivities, and had your lunch alone in the lounge (which you had now seen it as a comfy safe place), before starting the process anew to end the second part of your shift.
Same ol' same ol'.
Today, however, it was as though Vincent was not only ignoring you, but making a conscious effort to avoid you.
He seemed to dodge any room that you were residing in, and paranoia could not have been making that up for you.
'Good, let him have a taste of his own medicine, Now he knows I felt.'
You had thought to yourself.
Still, he somehow never looked at you, and still he never spoke to you.
In fact, you realized you hadn't heard his voice in a while now.
If was as if God had put a blessing on your ears.
The only difference about today was Scott was there to keep you company whenever he was able, which only worked to make you more happy.
After you had your lunch, the two of you grouped together near the entrance, engaging autopilot so you could welcome customers inside while occasionally sharing dialogue with the other.
"He really hasn't said a word to you?" Scott asked while waving goodbye to a family having recently finished their dinner.
You did the same, wearing a genuine smile.
"Not a peep. I mean, he said we would never speak to each other again, but I didn't know he was gonna this serious about it. I mean, he lies a lot."
"And it doesn't bother you?"
Your hand drooped.
You twisted your head in his direction, your mouth agape.
"UH, NO. Why the heck would it? Wouldn't you be relieved if he said he would never talk to you again?"
"...no..."
You almost did a double take.
"UH WHAT? Why would you say that?!"
"Well, I don't know if I would be relieved if he never talked to me again, that's just kinda... I don't know... mean..."
"Scott, are you being serious right now? This is Vincent we're talking about. Haven't you told him the same thing I did, but in the past? When he would come onto you? You'd say that you weren't interested in having any sort of intimate relationship with him. You're telling me he never snubbed you for that?"
"Well, I guess I did, But..."
He scratched the back of his phone-head awkwardly,
"...I never told him that I hated him. That's completely new territory."
You crossed your eyes at him, leaning back slightly against the office door where the room was vacant beyond it.
You could understand where he was coming from, you used to think that you couldn't really hate anyone either. But this was a different case entirely.
"Don't you though?"
"No, I don't really hate anyone, to be fair. But, to be double fair, Vincent never put me through the same stuff he put you through. He seemed pretty adamant about winning you over and I guess now he's just dealing with the heartbreak of it."
You blew a piece of hair out of your face, annoyed.
You scoffed.
"Oh come on. Heartbreak is definitely not the right word to use in this scenario."
"Mmm, it could be. I mean look at how he's acting."
Though he didn't mean it literally, you thought he did and you caught yourself searching for Vincent.
You finally sighted him in the Dining Hall.
Chatting with...a woman?
Your stomach lurched with disgust.
A woman?
"Scott, look there,"
You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing his sleeve and then pointing in the aforementioned direction.
Scott loomed over you, staring where you were.
Vincent, which you had thought had gone completely extinct, adorned his usual grin while conversing with a mother, supposedly single as there was no man to helicopter her while she sat cross-legged at a table.
Her body-language instantly revolted you.
She was trying to be attractive, there was no dancing around it, and there was technically nothing sinful about that to the average person.
But you were not an average person, so you found yourself damming her to the underworld.
Her demeanor was so sleazy and reeked of desperation.
The way her red, bee-stung lips puckered now and then while Vincent talked to her, the way she smiled coyly, constantly shifting her long legs across the other while flipping bothersome hair over her shoulder.
She'd fallen for Vincent's charm, and so fast too.
What a dumb poop head.
By the looks of it, he was falling for her charm as well. That smile, that smile you saw so often at one point in time, he was now showing it to her.
FFFAAAAAKKKKKKKKKEEEEEE.
For some reason, despite what you have seen yesterday in his sad, defeated eyes, you started to wonder if he was planning for you to see this, so that you would become jealous.
Like heck no were you going to be jealous about that.
You shook your head disappointingly before opening your mouth and stuck a finger in it, making a gag sound.
Poor unfortunate soul.
She has no idea what a *&#*%! he is.
With an eye roll, you turned away from the scene.
You couldn't bring yourself to watch such steryotypicalness any longer.
Every second only made you more sick to your stomach, so much that you swore you were going to start vomiting rainbows like a gnome.
"Y/N?"
Scott called out to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Are you ok?"
Sighing, you turned back to the only real friend you could call in this dump and smiled, speaking as calmly a Pearl would.
"I'm just dandy Scott. It just makes me sick that some women will fall for anyone who just looks attractive and flirts with them instead of finding out if the person isn't a psychopath. Men too are like that, no offense, but women are just dumb in most of the cases. However, if Vincent thinks that this little guilt tripping he's doing is going to make me feel sorry for standing up for myself, then he's got another thing coming. And if he thinks for one second that him talking to a needy, dumb, single woman is going to make me jealous, then he can just go and suck a lemon little man."
And with that, you turned away from him and continued waving to the arriving customers.
You busied your eyes with all the scenery around you, the crayon drawings and ugly posters of the mascots, trying hard to stiffen your upper lip from twitching.
There was a moment of silence before Scott spoken again.
"So... You're not ok?"
"No Scott, no I am not."
The next day began the exact same way.
Once at the restaurant, you peddled inside to find things the exact same way you'd left them.
Everyone followed their schedule to an annoyingly perfect degree.
You stuck your tongue out boardly, a little grin on your face before heading off to do your job.
Vincent was in the Dining Hall again, except there was no woman there to distract him like yesterday.
Thank Love God.
He strolled between the tables mindlessly, eyes sweeping back and forth.
He was facing you, and yet he never looked up.
He must've known you were there.
This was starting to get old, even for you.
I mean, what was he even doing?
Checking out the tables?
You couldn't help but snicker at your own silliness before walking away, leaving him to do whatever he was doing.
Time was turning like a top.
Hours later and it was time for your lunch break, which you were all but ready for.
After paying the buffet line a visit, you began the decent toward the lounge when suddenly you spotted someone disappear into said lounge.
The person wasn't purple, didn't have a phone for a head, didn't have a question mark face, and it wasn't Boss.
So who was that?
Cur-fused, you picked up the pace and followed the guy inside.
Upon opening it, you were stunned to see that the man in there was not an employee, and he didn't look like a typical father. In fact... He didn't look much older than you!
"Um excuse me sir, but customers aren't allowed back here, employees only."
The guy suddenly turned on you, and to your horror, he pulled out a gun and aimed it at you.
"Close that door and don't make a sound,"
He commanded sternly.
A million thoughts suddenly shot through your head, but you did as the man said, closing the door behind you and tossing your food on the table and putting your hands up.
"Where do you guys keep the money?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
You spoke out, a plan forming in your mind.
"Sir I'm just a security guard, I don't know where they keep the money."
You answered truthfully; you really didn't know where they kept the money.
Growling, he held up his gun even higher.
"Tell me or I'll shot you."
Despite the position you were in, you rolled your eyes and tilted your head.
"I don't think you will actually. You do know that if I refuse and you do end up shooting me, you will be caught. And when you do, not only will you not end up getting the money, but you will be charged with murder, which means you either go to jail for life, or be executed. The only reason anyone would shot me is because they're mental. Cause I mean, is $100 really worth my life and your life?"
Angry that you had called his bluff, he came closer, the gun still intact.
"Don't play games with me-"
Suddenly, your hand shot out and deflected the gun to the side, causing the man to pull the trigger on instinct.
You then poked his eye balls, which caused him to scream out in pain and hold his face, which allowed you time to knee him in the kidney area and grab his gun. He fell to the ground, withering in pain.
Panting, you tossed some hair over your neck and aimed the gun at the man who was still trying to recover.
"Don't move mister, or I'll shot!"
You told him threateningly.
Despite the warning, the guy made to stand up, but you pulled the trigger and the bullet flew by his head, making him stop in his tracks and lower himself back down.
You could practically hear his pathetic whimpering.
"I said stay down!"
You yelled again, not messing around with this guy.
"Now tell me who you are and how you got in here, cause I didn't see anything close to the likes of you at the front."
"M-my name is Andrew and I got in through the back!"
He said fearfully.
Just as you were about to move toward the door so you could shout out to get help, the door burst open and a streak of purple rushed in, delivering a harsh kick to Andrew's side, knocking the wind clean out of him.
"Vincent?!"
You asked yelled.
Your head wasn't in the right place, you were just too shocked and startled to do anything.
Not even when Vincent knelt down and grabbed Andrew by the front of his shirt.
The sound of his clenched fist making contact with his skull was something you'd never forget.
He was saying nothing and his breathing was shallow, his body tense with anger.
Andrew gasped beneath him several times, spitting up blood before it began dripping out from one side of his nose.
You gasped when you saw what he had done to him, your senses coming back.
"Vincent what the heck are you doing?! Stop hurting him and go call the police!"
But he ignored you.
And when Vincent finally did speak, you almost wished he hadn't.
He sounded like a monster.
"If you even think about touching her again, I will end you."
Without waiting for a response, Vincent's punches proceeded to grow rapid, the pauses between them almost nonexistent.
It was as though the sight of blood somehow fueled his lust for destruction.
Andrew's defenses were weakening. Struggle as he might, he eventually went limp, readying himself for unconsciousness.
He was darkened by blood, sweat and matted hair.
The haunting sight was the only thing that was able to pull you back into reality.
"Oh my gods Vincent, Stop!"
You gasped, tossing the gun away and lunging on top of him, trying to pull him away from Andrew's battered body.
"You maniac stop hitting him!"
Vincent didn't listen to you.
Andrew was knocked out completely, wet and battered.
"Vincent stop or you'll kill him!"
This seemed to trigger something in Vincent that caused him to lock up in place.
His head whipped toward you, eyes wild like untamed stars.
You were equally as stunned as he, though the longer he glared at you, the more his aggression withered.
"Are...you...alright?"
He asked.
You could understand him even when his voice was shaking terribly.
In zero seconds flat, you stood up and backed away from him, your fury returning to you like an erupting volcano.
It took everything in you not to tackle him.
"You idiot! What were you thinking?! You almost killed that guy and for what, you thought he touched me?! I told you I had this and to go call the police! Are you insane!? I had his gun in self defense and he was armless and on the ground, and you just barged in here and started attacking him for no reason! And after all of this you're asking ME if IM OK?!"
Before you could say anything else, you were suddenly interrupted by two visitors.
Boss and Scott stood in the doorway with wide eyes, their thoughts clearly sloshing.
Vincent looked from them, to Andrew, and then back to them, rising to his feet while blankly studying the bruises forming on his knuckles.
Your chest tightened when you noticed spots of red on his shirt.
You looked to Boss, who was examining the very same thing.
His eyes averted to Vincent.
He was dangerously upset.
"Vincent."
No, not upset. Enraged. Just like you.
"You're fired."
And then the world suddenly tumbled upside-down again.
Your head whipped back to Vincent, as you awaited his reaction, staring at him with cold, unforgiving eyes.
He said nothing.
"Vincent,"
Boss barked again, louder this time.
"You. Are. Fired. Now get out of here. Out before I call the police."
It was a threat that he meant this time.
Though, Vincent wouldn't budge.
You felt Scott tug you off to safety right as Boss charged into the room, reprimanding Vincent, and shoving him out of the lounge.
"Get out of here, you f*ing lunatic! And don't you even think about coming back!"
You and Scott just watched from the sidelines, not even bothering to help.
Boss shoved Vincent again.
"GET THE F*K OUT!"
Vincent wasn't fighting back.
He didn't showcase any emotion when he finally turned and fled from the premises.
You stayed rooted where you were, all those past feelings of frustration reemerging, swarming your head's every nook and cranny.
"Scott, tell the customers to go home. Tell them bills are on the house. We need an ambulance here stat. That customer's in critical condition. (Y/N), see what you can do about those injuries."
"Yes sir. I'll get right on it."
"Will do sir."
Scott left you unattended to fulfill his duties.
Boss hurried off as well, cursing violently to himself.
You were left alone to take care of an moron who was trying to rob the place just a moment ago.
Getting some first aid kit, you started bandaging his still bleeding face.
And all you could think was... Why would Vincent do such a thing to a defenseless man?
Even when you thought you'd seen it all, Purple Man just kept on surprising you.
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