Lucy-fer

“Um, hey, Lucy,” you said. “Fancy running into you here…”

“Fuck you,” she hissed again, not letting her voice raise but putting just about as much venom as she could imagine into it. She raised her phone and thrust it at you screen first and you could see the photo you’d taken was on it. “Which one of you sent this to Eric?”

“Lucy-” Gemma started, wanting to defend you, but you cut in.

“I did, Lucy,” you said. “Because Eric is a good guy, and I owe him a lot for being a friend this summer, and I don’t owe you anything.”

“So you figure you should just blow up my relationship? What, are you jealous or something that he gets to fuck me and you never did?” Lucy sneered, still keeping her voice quiet. She turned, her face changing from vitriolic to a sweet smile as she looked over her shoulder and waved to the older guy she’d come in with, then snapped back to pissed off as she looked back at you.

“That’s literally the opposite of what he just said,” Gemma pointed out.

“Shut the hell up and stay out of it, Gemma,” Lucy scowled.

“How about you dig the wax out of your ears, Lucy,” you said. “Listen to me when I say this - back in high school, you were datable because all a teenage boy like me understood was that you were pretty and took an interest in me. And maybe I didn’t deserve what you did, but I’m way over it. I didn’t think about you for three years, and when I’ve got girlfriends like Gemma and Sabrina, why would I ever bother feeling anything towards someone with such an empty, vapid life like yours? Eric actually seems to like you, and here you are with a guy twice our age, getting pissed that you’re doing something you know you should feel guilty about. But you’re so devoid of empathy for anyone, and so self-centred, that the only thing you can think of is that I’m jealous?”

“Stay the fuck away from me,” she snarled, taking a step towards you and pointing a finger almost like she wanted to jab you in the heart with it. “Stay out of my fucking life. You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m glad I cheated on you.”

“If you even think of mucking about and laying hands on my man, I'll fucking send you arse over tits you fucking scag,” Gemma said, stepping slightly between you and Lucy and uttering what might have been the most Australian thing you’d ever head her say, and in the thickest you’d ever heard her accent.

“Not necessary, love,” you said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to you. Then you pressed your lips to her ear and whispered, “We don’t need you and Sabrina both potentially getting sued for ****.”

That made Gemma snort and smirk, which just seemed to piss off Lucy all the more. Your ex growled in her chest, which wasn’t nearly as fierce as she might have thought it was, and she actually showed her teeth in some sort of a primal display of anger before standing up straight, taking a breath and making her face blank. “Don’t ever speak to me again,” she said coldly, and you weren’t sure if it was to you or Gemma. Then she turned on her heel and strutted back to her date, skipping the last few steps and dancing into his arms as she laughed, loud and fake.

“Je-sus,” Gemma sighed, turning to you while your hand slid to her hip. “Things just got even colder at the apartment.”

“Maybe that’s a sugar daddy and she’ll move out soon,” you mumbled quietly with a smirk.

Gemma gave you one chuckle and shook her head. “I better call Becca and Charlotte, give them a heads up.”

“I’ll make sure Eric knows he got the sort of response I’m betting he was hoping for,” you sighed. “Do you want to stick around some more, or head out?”

“With Slutty McBitchface glaring daggers at us?” Gemma asked. “I’m good to go when Sabrina and Tasha are.”

“Make the call, and I’ll go get them,” you said, smiling softly and leaning down to give her a kiss. She brought one hand up to cup your jaw, holding you in place as she extended it and hummed softly. When she pulled away she was smiling and her eyes were bright.

Separating, you quickly texted Eric that Lucy was pissed off and blamed you and Gemma. Eric sent you back a photo of what looked like himself and several pretty but sluttily dressed women squished together around a table with microphone stands on it. He was at some sort of a recording studio with them. ‘Guess I’m free to have a fun night!’ he sent with it.

Shaking your head and smirking a bit, you weren’t sure what the dynamic was in his situation but it was entirely possible that even Eric could manage to pull one of those ladies if he didn’t put his foot in his mouth.

Looking up from your phone, you headed towards the discreetly signed back hallway where the washrooms were located and stood with your hands in your pockets, waiting for the girls to come out. It took a couple of minutes and Tasha came out first and you noticed she was wiping the corner of her black-painted lips. She grinned when she saw you and you took her in your arms.

“Please tell me you weren’t just doing what I think you were doing,” you said, already chuckling a little.

“What?” Tasha asked. “What do you think I was doing?”

You raised an eyebrow and mimed wiping your lip like she had.

“Oh!” She laughed. “No, not that. Just touching up the makeup.”

“OK,” you grinned. “Not that I’m against that happening, it just doesn’t feel like the time.”

“Sabrina told me. Lucy is here with some guy?”

“Some older guy,” you said. “And I let Eric, the guy we work with who she’s supposed to be dating, know that. It’s up in the air whether they are supposed to be exclusive or not, but based on how they both reacted I don’t think Eric knew, or was supposed to know, about the old guy.”

“Whatever,” Tasha said with a roll of her eyes. “That sounds like high school bullshit.”

You snorted softly. “Pretty much,” you said. “But does high school ever really end?”

“True,” Tasha said.

“Hey, sexy one and sexy two,” Sabrina said, coming out of the hallway behind Tash. “Where’s sexy three?”

“Outside making a call,” you said. “And we’re on the move. There was a bit of a showdown because Eric called Lucy out immediately and she figured out it was me who told him.”

Sabrina scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Alright, we’ll surrender the location to the Wicked Bitch of the West.”

“Where are we going next?” Tasha asked.

“That’s for us to know, and you to find out,” Sabrina said with a grin, patting Tasha on the bum. “Come on. The faster we go from place to place, the faster you get a dick in this butt.”

Tasha coughed as she tried not to laugh and gave you a look that said ‘Your girlfriend is crazy.’ All you could do was shrug and grin - she wasn’t wrong.

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