A couple of days later, Isabel and I still hadn't talked, and I was thankful for a break. Unfortunately it didn't stop me from thinking about the mess that we had gotten ourselves into.
"Hey did you ask Isabel about us going to dinner with her and Micah?" Greyson asked me as he walked out into the kitchen.
"Oh, right," I said, "no I haven't yet...maybe this weekend?"
"Yeah sure, I can go whenever," he told me.
"Alright," I said with a sigh, "I'll ask her about it."
That was about the last thing that I wanted to do, but maybe this would help Isabel and I go back to just being friends. I didn't need the night that we'd had last weekend hanging over my head forever.
"Sounds good, I'm heading to work, I'll see you tonight," he came over and kissed the top of my head before he walked out of the door.
Why couldn't he do something to make me mad so I could justify the fact that I barely had feelings for him any more?
I finished my coffee and reluctantly left for work. On my way there, I figured I should probably text Isabel since Greyson kept asking me about dinner.
"Hey, Greyson asked if we could do dinner with you and Micah. Let me know if this weekend works," I said.
I was surprised at how quick her response came.
"You okay with us doing that?" She asked.
I wasn't crazy about the idea, but I was still holding out hope that it would be good for all of us.
"Yeah, it'll be fine," I sent her.
"Okay cool, I'll ask Micah and let you know," she said.
I read her message as I walked in to work and then slipped my phone into my purse. I went to my office and began my monotonous tasks for the day. I really wasn't sure how much longer I could handle this job.
On top of me not enjoying it, I'd noticed that my boss was getting bitchier and bitchier. Everyone else in the office seemed to just deal with it, but I was on the verge of losing my shit.
***
That afternoon I was finishing up a few reports that I'd been working on when my boss knocked on my office door.
"Hey Angie," I said as I barely looked up from my computer, "need me for something?"
"Well I need you to get your work done when you're supposed to," she said snidely, "but it seems like we're past that point?"
"Excuse me?" I said as I raised my eyebrows at her, "what have I not gotten done on time?"
"Those financial reports were supposed to be sent to me yesterday," she snapped.
"What? No they weren't, I have your email telling me that you need them today," I corrected her, "I'm finishing them up right now."
I might not have been very enthusiastic about my job, but I was not about to sit here and let someone make shit up to try and make me look bad.
"I don't know where you came up with that," Angie said as she crossed her arms over her chest, "but that's not correct."
"I have your fucking email right here," I snapped at her.
Fuck this bitch, I was not dealing with it any longer.
"What did you just say?" She asked.
"I'm fucking done with this, I quit," I said.
"Not surprised," Angie sneered back at me.
I grabbed the few things that I had brought to my office and stormed out past her.
"Fuck you," I mumbled under my breath as I walked by.
I got out to the parking lot and into my car and took a deep breath. Fuck that was probably not my best decision, but I couldn't do it.
Telling off my boss and walking out in the middle of the day...yeah that was a great idea. At least I wouldn't be as miserable anymore...hopefully not anyway.
***
I called Ava later that day to fill her in on what had happened, and see if she had any job leads for me.
"Hey Skylar, what's up?" She answered.
"Umm, I kind of walked out of my job today," I admitted to her.
"You did what now?" She asked.
"I couldn't fucking do it! My boss is such a bitch and I was bored out of my mind," I told her.
"Okay but...what are you going to do now?" She asked me.
Always the logical one she was.
"Yeah uh, I don't know about that. I know it was dumb but my boss was accusing me of turning shit in late when I didn't...I just kind of lost it," I said.
"Damn Skylar, you think you were maybe a little bit too impulsive there?" Ava asked me.
"Okay, I just said it was dumb, I don't need the lecture," I responded.
"Sorry, you're right," she said, "just worried about what you're going to do."
"Yeah me too," I told her, "I mean I still have a place to live and someone to help pay for stuff...so that helps for now at least."
"Still haven't talked to Greyson then?" She asked.
"No..." I said hesitantly, "another fuck up on my part, I know."
"Might just be easier the sooner you get it over with, I'm just saying," Ava said.
"Yeah, you're right," I responded, "and I know I keep saying that."
"But speaking of Greyson," I continued, "he should be home soon so I better go."
"Alright," Ava said, "let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks, I'll talk to you soon."
Greyson was home just a little while later, and he looked surprised to find me waiting for him.
"What are you doing home already?" He asked.
"Well...I kind of walked out of my job today," I told him.
"Jesus Skylar," he said as he rubbed his hand over his eyes, "why did you do that?"
"Because my boss is a fucking bitch and I couldn't stand it," I said firmly.
"Well," he started, "how are we going to pay for everything now?"
"I don't know Greyson, you did it before," I said as I narrowed my eyes at him.
"It's not like I'm not going to get another job, I was fucking miserable," I continued.
I knew that quitting on the spot wasn't a good idea and it hadn't left me in the best situation, but I wasn't appreciating how irritated he was.
Greyson sighed and leaned against the kitchen counter, but he didn't say anything else. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and took it out to see a text from Isabel.
"We're going to dinner with Isabel and Micah on Friday," I said dryly to Greyson as I held my phone up, "can't wait."
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Our Little Secret
Romance*lesbian/bisexual smut* It seemed like Ava and I had both gotten our lives together shortly after college. We had our jobs, our relationships, and our friendship to lean on. That feeling that we had everything together didn't last very long.
