Personal business:
Disclaimer: I do not own any little bit of Scorpion.
I would like to open by stating how grateful I am to all the authors out there who have created Scorpion fanfics. It is my favorite way to unwind at the end of work day insanity and I look forward to each story, and cherish many of them! Having stated that, I am not sure where this story is heading…I'm guessing 3 chapters, but am not guaranteeing quick updates. Thanks in advance for understanding. Life gets crazy and I'm grateful for the few minutes I get each day to speculate about Waige! And even more grateful when I can sit down to type it out. So…here goes…Paige is pissed!
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"How dare he?!"
When Walter O'Brien found out she was dating a former client (emphasis on "former"), he had lost it. The things he said to her made her feel small and ashamed. Who did he think he was?! Whomever she saw in her free time was her business and no one else's. She owed him zero explanations. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend. But he wasn't. Not by a long shot. He had made it perfectly clear that they had no romantic future together. They had shared one awkward, wonderful kiss, and they'd both admitted they felt nothing. So what if it'd been a boldfaced lie on her part? Walter never tired from reminding her that he only stated facts. That emotions were not something he could quantify and therefore not worth his time. And yet he had clearly berated her emotionally.
"Two faced, double-standard-slinging jerk." She had been furious. And humiliated. And heartbroken again. But she was determined to go out with Simon this evening and have a damned good time. Maybe even a great time. Maybe even take the relationship to the next level. So they'd only been out twice before. So there were no fireworks between them, at least on her end. She was an adult capable of making adult decisions. She was a normal, hot-blooded woman and he was a reasonably attractive man. Ok, so he'd shown no interest in meeting Ralph, and he talked way too much about politics, but he held the door open and had taken her to two lovely restaurants, and that was the most she'd experienced socially in years. He didn't need to be "the one." He just needed to treat her well. So he hadn't suggested getting to know Ralph yet? There was still time for that. This was only going to be date number three. And she was going, little red flags be damned.
She had arrived with Ralph at their apartment still seething from her altercation with Walter. She had sent Ralph to wait in the car as soon as it had started, and although he didn't know the details of what had transpired between Walter and Paige, she was close to tears and visibly shaking when she got in the driver's seat. After asking his mother if she was ok and getting a not very convincing affirmative response, he had kept quiet. When they got through the door, Ralph gazed at her for a moment, and then went directly to his room. Paige felt terrible. She supposed a good mother would cancel her date and stay home with her son, so he wouldn't worry. As mama-guilt started to seep through her veins, she literally shook herself and marched into her bedroom and slammed the door. "There is nothing wrong with me having a few hours to myself," she told her conscience, and walked into the bathroom and turned the shower water on hot. She was going to look amazing tonight. She deserved this.
After showering, scrubbing, buffing, and plucking her way toward a better mood, she dried her hair and pulled out a fitted burgundy dress with spaghetti straps. She slipped it on and began to apply her make-up, dark and thick. She was going to look sexy tonight. Walter O'Brien would cease functioning at the sight of her. No. Simon would cease functioning. Tonight was about her and Simon. Paige closed her eyes and took a steadying breath before looking herself in the eye in her bathroom mirror. The babysitter was going to be here in 15 minutes. She was meeting Simon in the lounge area of Beso's in an hour. She pulled her hair into a side bun and walked into the bedroom to put on her heels and look at the final result. "Not bad – you've got this," thought Paige in her full-length mirror. But try as she might, the confrontation with Walter was still in the forefront of her thoughts.
She sank down on her bed, determined to keep the tears at bay as she replayed their conversation from this afternoon.
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Next up will be the flashback of their heated conversation. Again, thank you for understanding it may be a bit until I post! And thanks in advance for any review. Love reading them! DFPF