by Kelsey Green
“What was that about?” Trent gestured in the direction Ace had retreated.
“What do you mean?” I replied.
He squinted his eyes, as though he were reading my mind despite that being unlikely. “Ace seems off, what’s going on?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I replied, trying to sound as convincing as I could.
Working with our boss, Ace Kathan, a term he and I both use loosely, was equivalent to working in a family business. Ace and I had known each other since I was seventeen, and I was one of his first hires, well before Kathan Sporting Goods became a nationwide brand.
“Did you hear me?” Ivory was still holding her Jell-O ridden hand out into the air, causing her to make some strange faces while she spoke. “Why is it only Trent and I who rubbed you the wrong way when we first met?”
I hesitated, glancing from her to Trent and back again. Only Ivory would ask such an awkward question. It annoyed me, but I couldn’t deny that her bluntness was a quality we shared. “You insulted me the first day we met,” I answered, offering her my napkin. “I believe you said, ‘Damn, girl, I’ve got my work cut out for me.’”
“Honey, did you see your cuticles when we first met?” Her eyebrows raised as she continued. “I did have my work cut out for me, but if you weren’t cute, we wouldn’t be friends, so you should have taken that as a compliment.”
“Who actually says awful shit like that?” I snickered, shaking my head. “I still don’t understand sometimes how we became friends.”
“To meet me is to eventually love me.” She shrugged, sipping her champagne once more. “And I’m honest, like everyone should be.”
The amused expression on Trent’s face didn’t go unnoticed, therefore I was grateful he hadn’t asked why I didn’t like him either when we first met.
“Well, it has been a pleasure meeting you,” he said after Ivory and I shared a few more back and forth quips. “And please don’t hold that wrestling thing against me. I jokingly offered to help Ally here out, after one of the entertainers canceled, and she unjokingly agreed.”
“I’m sorry, did you call her Ally?”
He knew I hated being called that. I had been given a lot of nicknames throughout my lifetime given my three brothers, but Trent was the only person to ever come up with Ally. I made the mistake of cringing the first time he shortened my last name, Allen, into its girly counterpart. A mistake I now pay for almost daily, when I fail to avoid him.
“Well, this has been fun, but I need to go check on the female wrestlers,” I interjected before he could explain. “Great job, Trent, and I’ll see you later, Ivory.” They seemed to be vibing, and I wasn’t lying about them seeming perfect for one another. I cared about Ivory, but she changed men as easily as she changed her shoes, and since Trent and I both lived at the kids camp in upstate New York, while simultaneously working for Kathan’s Sporting Goods, which owns the camp, then I was more than accustomed to his loose dating habits. They both were indeed a good pair, even if no part of me was interested in witnessing it.
About the Author
Kelsey Green is a travel and video enthusiast with a BS in Civil Engineering. However, when she’s not wearing her engineer hat, she can be found expressing herself through visual artistry. From event previews and book trailers, to studio staging and styling, Kelsey sees beneath the surface to capture raw beauty and translate her vision through words and filmic innovation.
Kelsey has been journaling since she was a young girl, so she found it only natural to begin penning stories that reflect the emotion only previously portrayed in her videos. She’s now a published author and poet, who enjoys depicting life’s adventures through romantic storylines and suspenseful plots. Whether her outlet be writing, video editing or constructing, Kelsey finds it therapeutic to show her ideas and thoughts in an expressive and imaginative manner.
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