I could do that.
Wes takes a step back, looking around, probably for someone to save him. “Chill, Ivy. You’re starting to scare people,” Lincoln murmurs, nodding and smiling politely at the couple in line behind us.
I realize I’ve been growling, grumbling or somewhere in between while watching the interaction from my nightmares.
Delilah happily dances to the music, completely unaware of my impending rage. Lincoln winces when she pulls his hair, gripping her little leg a little tighter for stability. I tap my foot anxiously while I debate whether or not to march over there to… I don’t know, assert my dominance or something.
No, I should leave him to it. He’s a big boy. He can get out of it if he wants to.
Wesley looks wildly uncomfortable with their conversation, and takes another step backward. She follows, advancing on him again until he’s backed up to the ring-toss booth with nowhere to go. She’s laughing, flipping her hair, and talking with her hands.
Visions of thongs in the backseats of BMW’s flit through my mind, and I grind my teeth. I know in my bones Wesley isn’t my ex, but it doesn’t stop that feeling of uneasiness from sinking in my gut like a lead weight.
“You said she’s crazy?” I ask Lincoln, an idea forming.
“Completely batshit,” he confirms.
I can work with that. A grin creeps in before I can stop it. I bet I can be crazier.
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Lincoln says.
I must’ve said that out loud.
Katie steps closer, giving Wesley flirtyfuck meeyes, then lays a hand on his arm, practically hanging off of him.
Nope.
My legs move before my brain has a chance to decide what it’s going to do.
“Ivy,” Lincoln calls after me, but I ignore him, and barrel through the crowd.
When he sees me fast approaching, face a mask of rage, Wesley’s eyes widen, then look to Katie, then back to me, then down to the hand she keeps putting on his arm. He starts shaking his head, and trying to scoot around Katie just as I arrive.
Too late, we’re doing this.
I have no solid plan, so I’m just going to wing it. I don’t want to be a bitch to this girl, but I also don’t want her to continue touching someone who doesn’t want to be touched. I could ask her nicely, though by Lincoln’s “Can’t take a hint” comment, I would say that won’t work.
Crazy it is.
Here we go. Hang on to your britches, Wes.
“Hi, baby,” I purr, wrapping my arms around his middle, and plastering myself to his side like a human octopus.
Katie jolts, like my presence surprised her, then looks at where Wesley and I are joined, and removes her hand—her smile falling. Her lips pinch in irritation, and she narrows her eyes on me.
“Who’s this?” I ask, my voice slightly higher in pitch. I make my eyes go wide, and smile so wide my cheeks hurt. I’m sure I look deranged.
“Katie,” she retorts, looking me up and down, with a look of disgust on her face. “Who are you?”
“This is Ivy, my–” Wesley cuts in, anger in voice, and a glower now pointed at Katie.
At the same time, I reply sweetly. “I’m the girl who will follow you home, learn your daily schedule, and slowly sabotage your entire life one inconvenience at a time.”
Wes breaks out into a coughing fit.
Katie blinks. “What the hell–”
“I’m the girl who will dismantle your entire world. I’ll sign up for pyramid schemes under your full legal name. I’ll order sex toys in bulk, and send them to your boss’s house, addressed to you,” I chirp, still cheeryas ever. “I’ll hack into your streaming services, and watch all of your shows so you don’t remember where you left off,” I say, lowering my voice to a more sinister tone.
