Listen Up Y'all, I still do not have my phone back but I can type from my laptop, I've been spending a couple days on this cause it is hard to type on my laptop and my mom will get suspicious of me always being on it.(I'm sorry for any errors). Although it has only been a week since I last updated, it feels like 17 billion years and I'm gonna go insane if I don't provide for you all. I get my phone back Wednesday, which is after the exam. Wish me luck :3

Trigger Warning: Self Harm

Angelica's Pov:

It's been 3 days since I last talked to Sally.

And I think I'm slowly going insane.

We've been best friends since college and now I'm just worried about her.

Maybe she went to see Thomas, they're close cousins. But as always all good things come to an end.

It's Monday and Washington will be expecting all of us.

And I mean all of us.

So I quickly threw on my suit and headed for the door.

I could call James and Thomas for a ride but they were probably with Sally. Soooooooo...

I'm calling Lafayette.

I dialed his number quickly.

"Bonjour bitch,"

"Yeah, hi Laf, can you give me a ride,"

"Oui, I'll be there in ummm, trois,"

"Great,"

He hung up leaving me to wait on my own. But all my thought were consumed by what Sally was doing.

Was she actually okay?

I know what I said was wrong and she was right. I just gotta swallow my pride and apologize-

I hissed in pain cutting off my thoughts.

My nails were digging into the back of my hand where I was once scratching. I stopped before I could do any more damage. I am well aware of the fact that this is unhealthy.

But it felt good to feel something.

But I stopped.

I didn't deserve to feel.

Laf pulled up in front of the building in a BMW X6 cause that's just Laf.

I hopped into the front seat that was covered in red leather letting the warmth of the inside consume my thoughts.

"You alright Angie?"

"Mmmhmmm,"

"No you aren't, like the majority of us, we are never quiet....unless we're upset. What's on your mind mon ami?"

"I did something really really stupid to someone,"

"And who would that be?"

"Sally,"

"What did you say?"

"I'd rather not,"

"Fine by me," he shrugged letting the car ride become silent.

At this point I was craving the friction on my arm but fought off every urge.

The only reason I've done something like this before is because of Eliza and I know I put up the whole strong independent women facade but life is too much sometimes.

I can handle myself.

Right?

I let a tear slip down my cheek, being thankful for the waterproof mascara.

Eliza was perfect. She had fair skin, thick full lashes, during puberty she barely had acne. Meanwhile Peggy barely made it out of that stage alive.

I can get past this.

I mean I love Sally to death but-

There are no buts in love though.

Love?

Do I love her platonically or romantically?

What kind of questions is that Angelica?

A real one.

An important one.

One you should've asked yourself a long time ago.

No, stop, get out my head.

You are straight.

I am straight.

Am I?

Yes, and you're okay.

"STOP!"

The car swerved slightly, my seatbelt holding me back from catapulting forwards.

"Oh my god! Laf I am so fucking sorry," I said letting a river of tears flow down my cheeks. 

He didn't respond with a clenched jaw quickly pulling into the parking lot.

I looked up as he got out, shocked at the harshness and swiftness of the French Man.

I got out as well locking the door behind me, profusely apologizing.

"Listen Angelica, I love you to death but whatever you did or got into your head," he said gesturing to his own as we calmly walked into the building, "needs to get out,"

I nodded wiping my tears as we made our way to the elevator.

"We have a meeting with Washington at 9,"

"It's 8:45,"

"Welp, this is Washington, we can't back out," Laf chuckled as the door opened. We traveled our separate ways, I held my bag close to me in fear.

Fear of what?

You're Angelica. 

I felt a pair of eyes land on the back of my head, I ignored them walking along to my little corner office and getting my stuff ready for after the meeting. 

Half the conference room was full of judging eyes, I sat down in my usual seat, everyone talking around me. The tension was....thick.

Sally walked in still with a completion hard as stone, not willing to break. I could see in her eyes she was full of pain, it made my heart clench to see. 

I think I like Sally. 

Washington cleared his throat ridding me of my thoughts.

"Ms. Schuyler, please focus on the task at hand," Washington's voice boomed through the office and before I could reply he continued, "we have a bit of a big job, we have a couple of cases I want to give out to you guys. One especially for you Ms. Schuyler," 

He handed me a thick portfolio. Inside was a couple of death certificates all with no specific cause of death and then an image supposed convict. I filed through a couple of the papers looking at them in speculation.

Washington handed out a couple more of those portfolios, "Sally and Angelica you do work well together so I given you a big case. A doctor by the name of Jason Dean has been going on a murder spree at NYU Langone Health,"

I could feel a couple eyes land on Thomas who sat next to me and was breathing out harshly. 

"The rest of your cases are pretty self explanatory, this you are all is dismissed," 

The group got up and out of the room, I stood outside waiting for Sally to come out. When she didn't I looked inside the room to see her discussing something with Washington.

"You will be professional about this Ms. Hemmings, a silly feud between you and Ms. Schuyler has nothing to do with these work related matters,"

Sally nodded gathering her thing and shuffling out the room. She walked passed me, ignoring my presence. I reached for her arm, my fingers curling around her bicep before she snapped. 

"Don't touch me,"

My finger withdrew from their position, I followed after her on her way to what was most likely my office.  

She took a seat at my couch.

"Now," she took a sip from her thermos, her eyes harsh, "where will we begin?"