Ass like yours. Get hammered.
Who the fuck does this woman think she is? And here I thought I was actually starting to like her. God, she's such a fucking... "Hey, hey, slow down there" A deep voice stops me in my tracks, cutting into my inner rant. It belongs to Warrick, who is eying me with a mix of concern and confusion.
"Not now," I tell him briskly, hoping for his own sake that he's going to leave me alone. He looks like he's going to call me on my mood but the glare I throw him makes him wisely back away. Storming into my office I slam the door before I let out a frustrated growl.
Fuck you.
My retreat wasn't the kindest either. But she had it coming. "Yeah right, fuck you." I repeat loudly.
I should pull some strings and set that woman's head straight, she has no right to talk to me like that. Then again, I don't really feel like explaining the backdrop of our argument to Ecklie or Grissom, which means I have no other options than letting it slide. I guess I'll just avoid her from now on -if she doesn't do that herself.
Angrily I pull back my chair and slump down in it before sorting through the notes on my desk. Flinging the papers onto different stacks I manage to knock half of them to the floor. Great. As if my mood wasn't bad enough already. Seriously, I've never met a single person who could get me so worked up.
That arrogant little bitch, get what I wanted? How does she know what I want? Wasn't it her initiating the whole thing? Kissing me? Fucking me? And how dare she call herself my friend and then throw those words at my head? Ignore me, annoy me, make me feel guilty. For what? She was the one who made things complicated, she was the one who brought her fucking feelings into this. She.
Alright, Cath, pull yourself together, you're not a kid anymore. Breathe, deeply.
I shake my head and wonder, how did we get to this stage? Just a couple of weeks ago everything was fine. That fling we had, it was nice, it was hot, it was exciting.
Even that friendship arrangement was actually working for a while, not particularly well,but it was nice. And then we fucked it all up. Now I'm sitting here with nothing. It's not like I want to go back to having an affair with her, after everything that transpired between us I doubt we could ever go back to being intimate, passionate. Neither am I sure I'd still be intrested in a friendship, I don't think we could ever really open up to each other, never mind be friendly.
Still I know that, right now, whatever we have -or don't have- is far from being nice. And I don't like it. However I have no idea how to alleviate the tension, it's almost like we hate each other.
Well, maybe we do. Maybe we're just not capable of being anything but enemies, maybe we just need to keep the distance.
Maybe.
