Catching Feelings [bwwm]

Chapter 11- Trap That Hoe

the woman in multimedia (Ashley Greene) is playing Julianna

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Liv's POV

Picking up the checkbook off the checker-patterned table, I frowned as I looked down into it and found a dollar tip.

"Cheap bastards," I mumbled as I shoved the lone bill in my apron pocket.

Today was the day that the plan we'd come up with was being put in play. Under my shirt, I was wearing a wire, so whatever Julianna said when I confronted her was being heard and recorded by Jonathan and Mia sitting outside in a van. I also had a piece in my ear, so that I could hear anything they needed to tell me.

Since it was a slow day, there was an empty booth in the corner of the diner, which Julianna slid into.

"Operation Trap That Hoe is a go," I muttered loud enough for Mia and Jon to hear me.

"You can do this, Liv," Jonathan said encouragingly.

"You better have this or I'm gonna fuck your ass up," Mia growled.

Rolling my eyes, I made my way over to the booth and slid in with a big smile. Julianna, who'd been staring down at her phone, looked up at me warily.

"Can I help you with something?"

I rested my hands on the table. "As you know, Mia is my best friend who tells me everything, so you also know she told me what happened the other day when she was here with her boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Mia exclaimed in my ear.

Julianna raised her eyebrow. "Your point?"

"She told me how you're threatening to take James to court over Josie, and honestly, I don't blame you."

"And why's that?"

I leaned in closer to her as if I was telling a classified government secret. "If I had a kid for one of those rich ass Stiller's, I'd be doing the same damn thing."

"Weren't you dating James' brother?"

Making a mental note to apologize to Jonathan later, I answered. "I was until his lame ass found out I used to drink and smoke weed. He dumped my ass on the curb and I got stuck working in this shithole." I wagged my finger at her. "Now, if I were you, I'd take his ass to court, file for custody, and collect my child support every damn month. That little girl of yours is a goddamn goldmine, Julie. Think of all the things you could do with those monthly payments! You wouldn't have to work for the rest of your life!"

She sat forward and spoke low. "I'm not going to court because I want James' money, or a payday, or fame. I'm going to court because I want to be in my daughter's life. I don't want a red cent from James or his family, and I have no reason to lie. I want to see my daughter start high school, graduate, go to college, and graduate that too. I want to see her find somebody she loves, get married, and have children. I only want what's best for my daughter. And if something tragically unfortunate would happen to her father, I want to be there for that too."

What is she doing? She's not supposed to be saying these types of motherly things! She's supposed to be agreeing with me! She's supposed to tell me she doesn't give a shit about her daughter and admit she's a lying, low-down, good-for-nothing deadbeat!

"Well if you want to be in your daughter's life so bad, then why the fuck did you leave in the first place?" I spat harshly.

Julianna's face grew red and she sat back, clearly offended. "What I did when I was younger is none of your fucking business, and you have no right to sit here and question me about decisions I made when I was a young, immature, overwhelmed teenager. I would've thought you of all people would understand what it's like to make decisions they regret later in life."