Karma's A Bitch Part 1 (Jamie Tartt x Reader, Enemies to Lovers)
Summary: Idealistic, hopeless romantic Y/N is the new marketing intern at AFC Richmond who instantly tops star player and major asshole Jamie Tartt's shit list for daring to stand up to him.
Today’s my first day as a marketing intern at AFC Richmond! I really like Keeley already- she’s so nice. She was immediately welcoming to me and even listened to my rant about the newest season of Bridgerton. I think working here is going to be exciting because Jamie Tartt trains here and I’ve had sex fantasies about him ever since I saw him modeling in a champagne ad. I was ecstatic to be placed here because then that meant we can meet and interact and possibly fall in love and reenact my sex dreams.
I can see the players coming into the building from the field. Oh my God, that means Jamie’s coming! What if he falls in love with me on sight? That wouldn’t happen probably but it’d be so romantic.
Jamie is wearing his gray practice jersey and grey warm up jacket. He is making the drab colors work for him.
When he’s just about to pass me, I say, “Hey, Jamie, I’m Y/N and I just want to say-“
He brushes right past me, shoving his water bottle into my hands. “Thanks,” he dismisses, not even turning around.
Well. That dream’s dead now. My cheeks flush with anger and I guess my body reacts before my mind. I don’t think about how this will affect my internship or dealing with him in the future. I just want to make him pay.
I catch up to him, seizing his arm and blocking his path.
His eyes narrow in annoyance. “What do you want?”
I unscrew the bottle cap. “I used to admire you a lot, but…” I stand on my tiptoes and pour all the water from the bottle onto Jamie’s face. “Not anymore, dickhead.”
He blinks, looking furious. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” I say. “A terrible person who treats people like crap. Everything else doesn’t matter to me. Not how famous you are or how rich you are or how many goals you score and certainly not how hot you are!” I regret saying that last part.
“You think I’m hot?” he asks. Then he laughs. “What, are you mad that I’m not falling all over myself for you?”
“You wish,” I say. “I just think you shouldn’t be rude to interns- or anyone- because you’re some big star.”
“You’re interning here?” Jamie’s nose wrinkles as if he smells something rancid. Then he draws up. “Then let me tell you how it works around here. You learn respect, you do what I say, and if I want your fucking opinion, I’ll ask.”
“I’m actually in the marketing department, not your personal assistant. And I’ll respect you when you learn not to be a dick,” I retort.
“Whatever. Just stay out of my way.” He knocks my shoulder with his before storming off.
Today I’m handing out schedules to the players about marketing stuff. I barely make eye contact when I get to Jamie, who is chewing gum. I just shove it at him. “This is yours.”
“Perfect,” Jamie says. “I’ve been looking for a place to put my gum.”
“How about up your ass?” I say nastily.
Scorn enters Jamie’s eyes. “I see you still haven’t learned respect, intern.” He takes his wet gum out of his mouth and sticks it into my hand. “Toss this in the trash for me.”
` What an entitled prick. “In the trash? Sure.” I press his chewed gum into his forehead. By now the whole team is watching. “Is here good?” I taunt.
A lot of the other players start laughing. I bet Jamie’s been an ass to all of them at least once, and they love seeing him brought down a peg.
He looks furious, using the paper his schedule is on to scrape gum off his face. And then he gets right up in mine. “How many times do I have to fucking tell you to stay in your place?” he growls.
“Maybe this all wouldn’t be happening if you were a nice person. Just a thought. Oh, and you have an interview at 3 tomorrow.” I start to walk away, but Jamie grabs the back of my shirt.
“I could make your life really miserable around here if I wanted to,” Jamie says.
“Sure, gum-face. Sure,” I say. I leave him seething behind me.
This morning I get an email that I have to be in the interview room 25 minutes earlier to “prep Jamie on talking points.”
When I pull open the door of the interview room, I’m showered from head to toe with whipped cream from a bucket hanging over the door. When I wipe my eyes, I see Jamie with a big bucket in his hand.
He shrugs. “I thought you needed a makeover,” he says, emptying the bucket’s contents over my head. Which turn out to be feathers. Many, multicolored feathers that because of the whipped cream, stick everywhere. My hair, my face, and all over my body.
“Jamie!” I shriek furiously while he just looks smug. “Are you out of your mind?”
“What?” He feigns innocence. “I thought Americans liked this.”
“Okay, Jamie, what is your problem with me?” I demand. “Is it because I’m the only person ever to stand up to you?”
“You think you can talk to me and treat me however you want. You tried to embarrass me in front of my teammates today. You need to get it through your thick skull that you’re just some lowly American intern, and I’m the star player. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“You are so arrogant,” I say. “It’s no wonder your teammates don’t like you.”
“Think I give a shit?” Jamie scoffs. “They all know I’m the best.” He smirks. “And so will that reporter coming.”
My eyes widen. “Oh yeah, the reporter’s coming. Jamie, I guarantee you’ll blow them away.”
He looks confused at this, and I use this moment to tackle him to the floor. “What the fuck?” he demands angrily. Whipped cream is seeping into his jeans and shirt, and some of my feathers are transferring onto his clothes.
“Well, Jamie, karma’s a bitch, and she’s with you right now,” I say.
He glares at me. “You stupid twat. You ruined my outfit for my interview!”
“You ruined mine first!” I shoot back. “Like you say, you’re so much more important than me. Maybe you’ll make this look the new trend.”
“Piss off,” Jamie says, his eyes blazing.
“You ensured that I would get embarrassed on the Tube today. Thought I’d return the favor,” I spit.
“This is a national magazine,” Jamie says through clenched teeth. “It’s not the same and you know it. I’ll get you back for this.”
I scowl. “As if this prank wasn’t entirely your fault. But fine. You want a war? You’ve got one.”
A/N: Hi guys!!! I wrote this after getting super pissed off (in a good way) after reading a snippet of another Jamie Tartt fanfic on here, so I used like 3 lines from there to inspire this story and put my own unique spin on it. Also yes I had Y/N quote that song Jojo Siwa made famous and Brit Smith ~bodied~. She's such a girlboss, and I love seeing her put Jamie in his place. I also love writing slow burns!!
