pulled into the driveway of the large modern home that I shared with my outlying father. Things got rather lonely when he's working in his office day without exception, work being his getaway from the issues between us. It was times like those that I wished Vickey and I were still tight.
As I walked into the foyer, my eyes wandered to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, as they always do. I held back my urge to scream and let out my fury. Alternatively I went through the house to my room. It was quite normal compared to the rest of the house, having orange walls and it being average size. I dropped my bag on the black chair in the corner of the room and collapsed on my bed. Being boss after you've been cheated is hard.
I closed my eyes, ready for a nice slumber session.
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I woke up with drool going down my cheek. Disgusting.
My phone rang and I reached for it. The caller ID disclosed an unknown number, and I wondered who it could have been. Expectedly one of my adherents wanting to here my sexy voice.
"You are speaking with Ashley Scott, please make your point clear before—"
"Just saying hello would carry out,"
"How did you get my number?"
"There's this one thing called a phone book. You should really get one." What was it with this guy? And I do have a phone book, thank you very much. My contact list.
The little scheme I had conspired was nearly complete. It just had to be perfected. I cackled evilly to myself. "What," I paused, coughing. Ew, I choked on my spit.
I cleared my throat. "Why did you call me?"
"I have news that you need to hear."
"I don't care unless it relates to me."
"Vickey and Jon are dating."
Oh my god. Dating. Seriously. Vickey and Jon are polar opposites. Jon was that arrogant, bumptious bastard that every functioning high school has. Vickey is the pretty girl you passed in the hallway and were afraid to advance, fearing that any erotic projection towards her would ruin her appearance as a pure, decent and almost chaste feminine ideal.
I observed the enemy.
Them together was the sun and moon interacting, like God and Satan making mends, like..whatever. I had to be callous about it, or else my sweet machination would not labor.
"I don't give a fuck about what they do. You think I care? I so don't care. I couldn't give a rat's ass. Look to the sky! It's a bird. It's plane. No, its the flying damn I will never give!" Okay, maybe that was a little too callous.
"Ah.. sure. Now that I know what you think, I have an idea." He had an idea? I didn't think so. His idea would've never compared to my idea.
"No you don't." I interjected.
"Yes I do. To get back at them."
"No, you don't."
"Ashley, I would know what goes on in my head."
"No you wouldn't."
"What are you saying?"
"I am saying that you do not have an idea. I do."
"Okay. What is it?" I sighed. What if Vickey could've tap into the phone line? Unlikely, but I wasn't taking chances.
"Where do you live?"
He gave me his address. He didn't live very far, so I decided to walk. I didn't get much exercise anyway. I didn't have to advise my father, considering he probably would not notice my departure.
I treaded out the door, past my and my father's car, and out the front gate. When I reached the sidewalk, my phone had started ringing.
Son of a bitch.
A/N So? Whaddya think? Should I make long paragraphs divulging into Ashley's mind?? More fun responses to what Ashley hears?
I promise Jon will be in the NEXT chapter guys XD
Did you catch what Ashley wanted to do when she saw the chandelier?? :O THATS WHAT I CALL THE BEGINNING OF A BEAUTIFUL BACKSTORY :D
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