Chapter 4

He coughs lightly, and I glance up from picking at my pasta.

"Yes?" I ask, arching my eyebrow.

"I didn't ask you to come eat lunch with me so we could sit in a perpetually awkward silence."

I push my have finished plate away, and cross my arms rather defensively.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I inquire, still unable to to let my guard down.

"Well, I mean, I haven't talked to you since senior year-"

"We didn't talk that much during our senior year, if I remember correctly."

"Exactly. These are things we need to straighten out."

Gesturing for him to continue, I take a sip of my strawberry lemonade. Laxus opens and closes furrowing his forehead, unable to form a coherent argument.

"So, how have you been? What have you been up to?"

"I've been fine," I reply stiffly, "I recently graduated from Fiore U. I double majored in Computer Science and Graphic Design-"

He cuts me off.

"I know all of this. I read your resume. How have you actually been? How's your father? How are Erza, Jellal and everyone else?"

"I've been just fine, Laxus. Since the last time you saw me, I've been just fine." The last time you saw me and actually gave a fuck about how I was, your little girlfriend started making out with you, and you went along with it. How am I suppose to know if you actually give a fuck now?

"How am I suppose to work with you if you refuse to open up, Lucy?"

"We can run a strictly professional relationship," I reply, a bit too coldly.

"C'mon, Luce."

"Don't call me that, Mr. Dreyar."

Taken aback, he scowls.

"You have to work with me here, Lucy, I really like how the website came out and you are extremely qualified to continue this job."

"I'll do the work with the same quality. It makes no difference."

"It makes a difference to me."

"Oh? How so?"

Disgruntled, he turns away.

"Can't you just take my word for it, Lucy?"

"Since when have I ever done that?"

"Lucy, please don't be so difficult."

"I can't, Mr. Dreyar. Maybe some other day, but not today."

"Fine. I'll talk to you some other day." He spits, slapping down a wad of bills on the table, nodding curtly at the waiter and exiting the restaurant. I follow suit, my dammed emotions seeping out me as I walk along the street, happy to have time alone.

I run into the office, waving at Mira, peeling off my coat, whipping Freed in the face with my long ponytail.

"Sorry-not-sorry, Mr. Totally-whipped-by-my-co-worker!"

He grabs my arm, completely invading my personal space.

"We need to talk." Okaaaaaay? I follow the green-haired man to his office.

"What have you done to Laxus?" What?

"I know you guys have a history. He's been acting like he's on his man period for the past week and a half, and you, Miss Heartfilia, are behind most, if not all of it." Oh. Fuck. That. I hadn't thought of our encounter much. He points an accusing finger at me.

"Fix it. None of us can work with Dreyar when he is being a bipolar bitch. Do you understand?"

"Don't threaten me, Freed. I'll tell him you called him a bipolar bitch." He pales, but quickly recovers.

"Do you really want to tell him that? It could just, oh, I don't know, get you fired."

"Touche."

Slapping my purse and keys on the desk, I flop forward onto my desk. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why.

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