I deserve to be shot. It's been months since I last updated this, and I feel horrible. I've been so busy, and I ran out of creativity for this one. But, I'm pretty sure I got it back; so, anyway, thanks for reading and reviewing, and as always, I disclaim. Don't forget to leave a review!

Chapter Seven: Maybe Someday

Ivy walked down the dark road at a snail speed, kicking invisible rocks ever so often along the way. She was so lost in her own sadistic thoughts that she failed to notice the bright headlights pulling up behind her until it was too late to run and hide in the woods. Of course, she figured she'd rather take her chances with the chainsaw freak in the car, rather than the werewolves hidden in the woods. When the car pulled to a stop beside her, she found her self hoping that Freddy Kruger had stolen the now visible silver Mercedes that looked far too similar to the one her blonde conquest drove. She was sorely disappointed when the driver climbed out of the car.

"Get in." Reid said with a highly annoyed edge to his voice.

"I'll just walk, thanks." Ivy would have loved nothing more than to get in that car, but if Reid was going to be an ass, she'd rather not be around him. This was not part of the plan. Tony was supposed to take her home. She'd call Tyler and get an update on Reid's jealousy level, and if it was high enough, she would take Tony to Nicky's the next night where a fight was almost a guarantee. Getting thrown out of Tony's car on a creepy deserted road at two a.m. was not what she was hoping for.

"No, you'll get in the damn car," Reid said. Ivy could tell he was angry now. If this continued for much longer he was going to lose control. But she was going to keep pushing his buttons anyway. It was far too easy.

"I'm not getting in another vehicle with another arrogant jerk tonight. One is enough. I'd rather walk."

"I did not leave a hot, drunk, slut, who wanted nothing more than to spend the night with me for this. I did not smash your beloved Tony's face in, and make a complete fool out of myself in front of at least half of the Spenser population just for a stuck up bitch like you to not get in the damn car. Get in the car." He started out yelling, but by the end of his little rant he was down to a venomous growl. Ivy could see the vein in his neck pushing out. He wanted to hit something. His fists sat clenched on the hood of the car, shaking slightly. Ivy was more than a little afraid of him at that moment, but she wasn't about to show it.

"Well, I'm so sorry that you went through so much trouble for some girl that you don't give a damn about. But this stuck up bitch is going to do as she was told and stay the hell out of your way." She smiled to herself when she saw to scowl on his face grow. He quickly marched around the car and stood directly in front of her. He put his hands on her shoulders and walked her backwards. He then opened the passenger side door, and shoved her in, shutting the door behind her. Ivy knew better than to get back out of the car.

They drove in silence for what seemed like forever before Ivy asked the question she had been pondering since she first realized it was him that had came to her rescue.

"Why'd you come?"

He didn't answer immediately. She wondered if he had heard her, but just when she was about to ask again, he spoke.

"Because I still care about you, and even though I hate you, I'm not going to let something bad happen to you if I have the ability to prevent it."

"How do you care about me and hate me at the same time?"

"I don't know. I haven't figured that one out yet."

"I know how."

"No you don't." He was getting agitated, and Ivy he knew he didn't want to talk about it, but she could see her plan coming back into action. So maybe he didn't go insane from jealousy, but she did force him to act on the love he still had for her. She made him realize that he still had feelings for her, and that was a major accomplishment.

"You don't hate me, it's not possible for you to hate me and still care about me. You're just telling yourself that you hate me so that you don't have to think about how much you actually do still care. You're avoiding your true feelings, Reid." She knew by the look on his face that it was a bad idea to continue her accusations. Reid was never a "feelings" kind of guy. Especially when it was his feelings that he didn't want to have.

He never responded to Ivy's insinuations. The only response she got was a loud blast of heavy metal from the radio that he turned up to full blast as soon as she had stopped talking. But all she heard was silence.

They continued to ride in an awkward silence filled with heavy guitars all the way back to the Danvers' Estate. Ivy got out of the car as soon as it came to stop in her driveway and mumbled a "thanks" over her shoulder before making her way up to the front door. Just as she was about to walk into the dimly lit mansion, she heard Reid say something from where he stood by his car.

"What was that?"

"I don't want to be with you, Ivy." He said it so easily, that Ivy wanted to drop to the ground and cry right there, but she held herself together.

"Can't we at least be friends? We were friends first, you know?" He stared at her for a few long moments before opening the car door.

"Maybe." And with that one word he got in the car and left. Ivy went inside the dark house and up to her bedroom. She collapsed on the bed and cried for everything she had lost with Reid, everything she wasn't so sure that she would be able to get back. But his one word had left her some hope. Hope that even if he couldn't love her anymore, that at least, maybe one day, he could be her friend again.

Maybe.

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