Page 79 of Puck with Karma
“I asked you not to fuck me over.”
“Xander, listen to me,” I cry. It’s crazy what’s happening right now, I am besides myself.
He sighs and hangs his head down, but he still won’t turn to look at me.
“I really need some time, Abigail.”
I’m not sure what’s worse, how quiet the tone of his voice is, or the fact that he called me Abigail. On our first meeting, I told him that only friends call me Abby. He obviously doesn’t count himself as my friend anymore, just like that.
Anger rises inside of me. He has no right to be mad at me, and, worse yet, not even allow me to explain myself. I don’t need this in my life. None of it.
“Okay, take as much time as you need.”
I say the words, but I don’t mean any of it. I am not going to be sitting around and mope about it. When he walks out of my apartment, my mind is made up.
I grab my phone and look up my boss’ number. My hands get clammy with nerves when she answers after only the first ring.
“Abigail, I was hoping you’d call.”
Her statement is weird, only because I’ve never called her before, so not like this is a common occurrence between us.
“Did you need me?” Not that I plan to go into the office, but my manners take over.
She sounds way too happy when she answers. “I actually do.”
Suddenly, I have the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“I wanted to talk to you about the incident with Xander.”
“W-what incident?” I can’t believe Cole Samson ran right to the office to report me and Xander kissing.
“The one where he broke your phone. We never filed an incident report for that, and I need it for your file.”
I swallow hard and try to come up with something to say. I’d bet money that she is up to no good. She wants to hold that over Xander’s head somehow.
“I never said it was him who broke my phone.” I don’t even sound convincing to my own ears.
“It was implied,” Laura snorts sarcastically in my ear, confirming the fact that she doesn’t believe me at all.
“I am not filing a complaint about it,” I inform her, proud of how brisk my voice sounds. I am so grateful I never accepted the phone she was going to give me on that first day.
“This is just standard procedure, Abigail,” Laura informs me. “After all, you already reported the incident. Now, we need to also have it in writing.”
“I most definitely did not report it,” I protest. “I never…”
“Did you or did you not tell me that a man fitting Xander’s description destroyed your phone when you two met for the first time in the apartment building?”
“I-I did.”
“Did you lie to me about it?” she prods.
“No!” The word is out of my mouth before I can take it back.
She chuckles knowingly, and I know she got me.
“I have already taken the liberty to type it all up for you. I just need you to look it over and sign off at the bottom.”
Something she says makes me frown at the wall. “How could you do that? You weren’t even there.”
