When a girl moves to Texas after the death or her mother, she meats a boy named Asher...she later finds out there is much more to him then meets the eyes. But being involved with him, leads her into something messy.
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Yes, I know it's insane...but I, Adriana Christensin, has been invited to a fucking party. I was so excited. It was tonight at 10:00 pm. Amelia couldn't make it, which was kind of a bummer...but the girl, Emma, invited me. So she'll be there. She was one of Veronica's minions, but we had been talking for a while now.
I enter my bathroom and notice that I've been getting better sleep. I begin doing a simple makeup look. Literally all I did was add some lip gloss and a light gold shimmer with some eyeliner. I then begin to curl my hair a bit. Then a go back to my bedroom and slide into this cute tight dress. It's absolutely my style, but the only problem is, it's short sleeved. But, I can fix that with a cute jacket.
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I put a black leather jacket over it. I played with the little crystal necklaces before putting on these white air forces. I examine myself in the mirror and smile. This was going to be awesome. She lived in this big house up in the city and I knew that it was going to be the best first party. Shit. Did I just jinx it?
Then my mind flashed to Asher. It had been like that for the past couple of days. I mean, he was a fucking jerk, but we had been getting to know each other. Kind of? Then my phone rang and I answered it, not knowing the number.
"Hi, this is Adriana!" I say, a little too cheerful. The person on the other end clears they're throat. "Hey." And that was what sounded like Asher. "Why the hell are you calling me, Asher? You could've just knocked on the door." I check my clock while saying this. It's 9:45. I should probably leave. "Uh, no it's...Archie. The guy who..." He choked on his words but continued. "They guy who helped you with the door?" "Oh, hi." I say, my cheerfulness obviously dissapearing. "Um. I can take you to the party?" He asks, holding his breath. I say sure and next thing I know he's at my door, leaving me wondering how the hell he got my number.
He takes my hand and we walk out to the car. He opens the door for me and I nod, smiling. Once I'm in the car, I connect my phone and play some of Billie Eilish. He reaches his hand up to the volume and turns it down. "Uh, please. I can't stand her." He scoffs, pulling the seat belt over his waist. I almost insult him but watch myself.
"Sooooo, you like bread?" I ask randomly. He looks over at me with a weird expression but shrugs. "Sure."
I am almost offended by his answer. No I am offended. But I turn towards the window, excited for when this ride was going to end. Once we pulled up to the huge house, I hop out and thank him quickly before running in. I could NOT be around a 'sure for bread' kind of guy. No way. I wandered around looking for some people I might know. There were some games in the corner and red cups everywhere. Some people were playing Just Dance while others were just making out casually on the couch.
Once I find Emma, we start dancing like maniacs. She has obviously had something to drink but I on the other hand, could actually dance without getting a drink. While dancing, I notice that the same guy from the party at my house was watching, lust in his eyes. He pushed through the crowd and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me to the hallway. "Let go!" I say through gritted teeth. He smells of alcohol and some kind of thing that he smoked. "Aww, I know your obsessed with me." He winked and pushed me into an elevator. I scoffed and followed him. Honestly, once we were alone, I would beat this bitch up.
Before I knew it, he was lifting up my dress. I pushed him off but he recovered quickly. He took my jacket and pulled it down. Now everything was exposed. My fucking scars, bruises, burns. Everything. But he didn't seem to notice as he kissed my neck while trying to pull down my underwear. Then the lights when dark as I heard gunshots from outside and loud hysterical screams. Then the elevator door opens and this fucking idiot runs out after pushing me to the floor. Before being able to get out, it closes on me.
I slide my fingers against the wall but can't get the right button since the lights are completely off. I try to search the floor for my jacket but I can't find it. I pull down my dress and start taking deep breathes before I get a panic attack. Then my body was slammed to the wall and I felt something get pressed against my head. I almost screamed but the hand covered my mouth. Then the lights switched on and I saw that this person was pointing a gun at my head.
I looked up into his eyes and cursed when I realized who it was. I knew he knew it was me too. His grip loosened a little bit. But then I wasn't worried about the gun. I was worried about the cuts on my arms and everywhere else. I began to hide my arms behind my back when he grabs them, probably thinking I was hiding something. His eyes darken when he sees my cuts. He looks at me with sad eyes and I fall to the floor. He had seen my weakness. The thing that I worked so hard to keep quiet was now exposed.
He bent down next to me and I backed up more. He reached for my other arm but I slapped him. Anger flicked in his eyes as he aggressively gripped onto my arm. I yelp with pain but he doesn't care. He pulls me close and traces my cuts with his fingers. Then he does the most unexpected thing...
he hugs me.
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OMG ASHER, ARE YOU BIPOLAR OR SUM??!?!!?!!? CHOOSE IS U LIKE HER OR IF U DON'T, GODDAMNIT
