Love is too banal
Chapter two: "A heated encounter"
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon… (God this is becoming pathetic…)
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And here it is: the story…
The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense and extremely uncomfortable: every corner of the large room was completely filled with dangerous, burning anger that was tamed with much difficulty…
Misty stood up to face the impetuous young author before her, in an attempt to both intimidate him and emphasize her indignation.
"Excuse me, you'll have to repeat that because I clearly misunderstood you…" she spat out, trying to restrain her fury and keep a calm, serene expression. She would never let him know that he had been able to get on her nerves…
"I'm sure you heard correctly. I called you a bitch, something that I suspect you must hear quite often…" Ash answered, snorting.
Misty grabbed her purse tighter and adjusted her sunglasses carefully. Her eyes showed all of her emotions, so she had to keep them sheltered from that… "Person's" cunning glare… And she couldn't obviously slap the damn bastard if she wanted to maintain the image of a cool, sophisticated woman she was… Or at least was when she wasn't around jerks… So, ruining her particularly expensive purse had to help her control her temper, for the time being, anyway.
"Oh, I feel truly sorry for you… It must be really depressing to have a life like your own… And especially to have your talent with words, that, may I add, is inexistent…" Misty replied with the most discreet smile she could manage, a way to mask her secret delight but, once again, show her superiority.
"If that's true, I'm curious: would you tell me why did you accept your role in the movie?" he said, returning her cocky smile.
"Not stupid at all…" Misty thought to herself, but remained unaffected and most of all confident.
"If you think that I entered this film thanks to your pathetic script, you're even more naïve than I thought you were..." she smiled wider seeing a faint display of anger in his eyes and proceeded "I regret to inform you that I took this part because of the money. I didn't even care to read the script… Don't know yet if that was bad or good…"
Ash crossed his arms harshly and frowned ever so slightly, as if still trying to hide the wrath that was noticeably present in all his actions.
"And you call me pathetic… I think that someone without any sort of principles is indeed pathetic… No, even worse, despicable…" he answered fuming.
Once again, Misty stiffened. Soon, everything that would remain of her purse would be a few of hundreds of small shreds… And then, of unfortunate of her, she would have to attack him…
"I didn't call you pathetic, I said your script was pathetic… But I guess you're right: you are pathetic… Bastard… " she muttered in a low tone, dangerously forgetting her previous plans of keeping a cool attitude.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you that your careless, false approach and your quiet, rehearsed manners failed terribly… That image you like so much to sell is just plain ridiculous…" Ash said disapprovingly, with a sly smile caressing his handsome face.
Misty wrinkled her nose again and coiled her lips.
"Strangle him… Yes, that would be fantastic…" she thought furiously, while passing her fingers through her smooth, red hair.
"Yes, really modest indeed… Do you actually believe that you're able to anger me? Oh dear, it takes much more than a pitiable writer to do that…" Misty replied, while tapping him slightly in the shoulder, in a fake, reassuring manner.
Ash smirked once again.
"You don't have the faintest idea, do you? You're an awful actress… I can see perfectly well what you're feeling just by watching your outlook…"
Was it that obvious? God, she would have to try harder… Usually she could mask her emotions pretty well… Or at least have the upper hand in the argument…
"If it gives you any sort of satisfaction to think that, be my guest… I came here to talk about the rubbish you wrote, and that's what I'm going to do." she said, passing by him, disregarding his presence, and then taking a chair in the black marble desk. And changing the subject, of course…
Ash rose one eyebrow, indignant, and replied simply, looking at her back, from near the door:
"That's funny, because I don't intend to discuss anything related to the script with you…"
Misty felt a twinge of panic arose in her heart, but decided to stay in her seat, not bothering to look at Ash. She couldn't give in, she had to remain relentless or else she would definitely lose that argument…
"If you are a true professional, I believe you wouldn't refuse to talk about your work with me… After all, making a film is teamwork and I suppose you understand that…" she answered in the coolest and most detached voice she could manage.
Ash turned his back and prepared to leave the meeting room.
"I am a professional, but I have my doubts about you… So, if you excuse me, I have better things to do, than listen to the quirks of a selfish, immature actress…" he said, with a clearly satisfied smile, before leaving.
"What??" Misty yelled, jumping from her chair immediately, removing her sunglasses and finally facing Ash.
"You won't leave before we talk about this… 'thing'!" she continued, waving the script frenetically in front of her.
Seeing that he kept ignoring her, Misty reached his right arm and grabbed it fiercely, making him face her.
"I'm talking to you! Stop being such an ass and try to act like a normal human being!" she growled menacingly.
"Humm… You have gorgeous eyes… It's a pity that nothing else matches their beauty…" Ash replied with a small smile.
Misty released his arm quickly and eyed him suspiciously. Playing mind games, are we?
"Don't flirt with me, it's not going to work… Never…" she said venomously.
"I wasn't flirting with you…" he chuckled amused "And don't you try to use your charms on me because it's not going to work…"
"Sorry, now it's my time to laugh… Use my charms on you…? I just want to elucidate you dear…" Misty stated, playing with her sunglasses casually.
"Oh… So do me the favour and please enlighten me…" Ash asked sarcastically.
"It's quite simple, really: in one word, your script is corny. Or more, it's banal, cliché, unoriginal to say least…" she said while observing her fingernails critically "I was hopping that although you're a completely insensitive guy, you could try and be a little more understanding and change the script into something bearable…" she added, looking at him with an innocent expression.
He glared her furiously but whispered only three words:
"Not my problem."
And then he left the room without another word or look.
"Creep, creep, creep, creep, CREEP!!!" Misty yelled frustrated, ready to kick the door when she saw a few workers passing by her with alarmed looks.
"Everything's fine, THANK YOU!!!!" she shouted infuriated when they started whispering curiously.
"Being a famous, superb actress sucks…" she muttered to herself in a low tone.
Gary left the studios with a huge grin in his face.
Yes, he finally was able to have his revenge… He was just sorry that he hadn't seen Waterflower's reaction… Yet.
What did he have against her?
Well, she was arrogant, egocentric, foolish and… She wouldn't date him.
It wasn't like he loved her, but it wasn't definitely good for his ego to be turned down by her… Several times.
He couldn't say that she was dull… She was, in a way, interesting… Unique would be the word. Her temper made her different from the other women he had dated and it made recording the film amusing… Sometimes. Especially when she wasn't offending him, which didn't happen quite often… But he liked to consider that a way to show her attraction towards him…
It was some sort of a love/ hate relationship… More like a connection related with a type of magnetism that bonded them… Or at least he thought so.
But what could he say?
He always felt an irresistible urge to piss her off… He loved to see her angry face, and that few moments where she would smile deviously to him, feeling that she has won another battle…
She was beautiful after all. Everyone could see that, even him. And maybe the fact that their personalities were so completely, and delightfully, incompatible helped even more those ambiguous feelings… Sometimes he hated her, sometimes he loved her…
Hey, but wasn't that love after all?
Gary pushed those thoughts away. He didn't love her… At times, he hated her so much that he wanted to scream, and slap her… But then he would see her smug smile, he would smell that expensive perfume of hers and the game would begin again… It would be his time to provoke her… And that felt so good…
"I wonder what will she do when she finds out… Probably deny it, but there'll be always the doubt in the air…" Gary smiled cunningly.
Oh, he would love to see her livid face…
But you never now what the future holds…
Well, I hope you like this chapter and sorry if I took too long…
I'll update my other stories as soon as possible…
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Cosmik