Coffeeshops and Rock Stars
Humping and Dumping
I woke up to my alarm at 5 o’clock in the morning. I forgot I had to work. I groggily opened my eyes, and reached my hand over to my phone to shut of the beeping. I saw that I had two new text messages. One from Ash- Hey, Bree. I met some freaky girl at the gas station up the street from your house. I think her name was Natasha or something? and one from another unknown number- Stay away from him. Both from last night, about 30 minutes Ash dropped me off. Whatever, I couldn’t worry about it, I had work. I hopped in the shower, jamming out to Taking Back Sunday’s “Lonely, Lonely”. I got out, got dressed in my uniform, and went outside to take off for work. When I got to the driver’s side of the car, I realized something was off. That’s when I realized my tires had been slashed. I stood there in shock for a moment. Why would someone slash my tires? I didn’t think I had any enemies, I mainly avoided people at school. It must have been the same girl that texted me to stay away from him, whoever he was.
Then it clicked: Ashton had met Natalie. She must have found out that he and I went on a date. I pulled out my phone and called Ashton. He answered sleepily. “Hello?”
“Ashton, about the girl you met last night, was her name Natalie? And did you tell her about us hanging out?”
“Good morning to you too. I think her name was Natalie, yeah. And yeah, I may have mentioned it, why? What’s wrong? You sound upset.”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I screamed as I kicked my car. “She slashed my tires. I can’t get to work.”
“Calm down, Bree. I’m on my way.” I heard shuffling in the background. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay. Thank you, Ash.” I clicked off the phone.
Ten minutes later, Ashton showed up in my driveway. I quickly got in the car, and threw on my seatbelt. “Let’s go.”
“Bree, why would she slash your tires?” Ashton questioned as he pulled out of my driveway.
“Did you mention me at all? Last night when you met her.” I asked quickly.
“Uh… I pretended to get a phone call from you. I may have mentioned that I was at the gas station up the street from your house.” He said quietly.
“Did you say my name?”
“Yeah, but it was just to get her away from me, I didn’t think she would do this-“
I let out an exasperated sigh. We had just gotten into so deep shit.
“Couldn’t you go to the police? Get a restraining order?” Ashton looked at me with total seriousness.
I shook my head. “I would, but it wouldn’t do anything. Her dad’s the chief of police. He would just say a raccoon cut my tires and throw the evidence out the window.”
Ashton slammed his hand on the steering wheel. “That’s bullshit! I promise, Bree, I won’t let her hurt you.”
I laughed and shook my head again. “I’m not worried she’s going to hurt me. I’ve already beat her ass multiple times during high school gym lacrosse games. I’m just going to get sick of her shit really fast.”
Ashton looked at me wide eyed. “What?” I asked, “You’ve seen her, she’s scrawny.”
“At least let one of my guards stay at your house.”
“Ashton, I don’t need it. I told you.”
“I know you don’t, but I do. I would sleep a lot easier if I knew for a fact she wouldn’t be able to get to you.”
I laid my hand on his leg, and gave his knee a squeeze. “Okay.” I gave him a small smile.
When Ashton rolled into the Starbucks drive, there were already two people waiting outside the doors. I looked at the clock in the car- 6:55. I wasn’t late, thank God.
“Thank you so much, Ash. Thank you. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“What time do you get off? I’ll pick you up, seeing as you have no other way of getting home.”
“I get off at 2.”
“I’ll see you at 2, love.” Ash smiled at me, and I kissed him goodbye.
Around 12 o’clock, I heard the bell ring. I walked out from the storage room to see Natalie standing there with a hand on her hip, a finger in her mouth, and eyes on the menu. I remained totally quiet while she was there. I was absolutely livid. I was glaring at her, making a mental list of how awful she was. Not that she was ugly- if it were a competition of looks, she’d be Miss America, and I would be the ugliest dog’s uglier, non-famous sibling. But on the list, I had a couple things: she slashed people’s tires; she was a stalker; she was absolutely pathetic; she dressed like an absolute skank.
“Yeah, I need a venti Skinny Vanilla Macchiato with an extra shot of- you.” She noticed me finally.
“Sorry, I don’t come in the drinks.”
“Good. You’re repulsive.”
“Ashton doesn’t think so.” I said with a grin.
“You know he only wants in your pants, right? That’s what he does. He’s famous. He doesn’t date girls, he humps and dumps.”
“Okay, Miss Jealousy. You’re just mad because he doesn’t want you.”
“Back off him. If he’s going to get with anyone from this town, it’s going to be me. And I will make sure of that.” I could feel the venom in her voice. My blood was boiling.
“Oh, what are you going to do, steal his engine so he can’t leave? Are you going to keep him prisoner, drug him so he can’t see how disgusting and pathetic you really are?” I can’t believe how upset I was getting over a guy.
She was fuming too. “Just stay the fuck away from him. At least I can appreciate him for who he is and not just his fame.” She stormed out.
This is a two part chapter, so the next part will be in Bree's POV as well. Please tell me what you think!!!!!