[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live." - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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I don't know Jacob well, but I've never really liked him. The few times we had seen each other, he had only annoyed me. His comments and just his whole appearance could only be endured with alcohol when we sat at the same table. A lot of alcohol.
Mostly I disappeared earlier at the events where we met, to be alone with the girl I had just met the same night. Jacob had never interested me much - that was true for the whole Scott family.
At that time I knew nothing about a certain Ashley Scott...
My whole life seems to have been different when I think back on it now.
My father didn't try to blackmail me, the Kiwi clan didn't come after me to kill me and my life wasn't turned upside down by a brunette woman who always carries a knife...
I had other shit that caused me enough problems, but I didn't have Ash. Not in the least.
She is, however, unresponsive at the moment. The new information about her brother now had her pacing nervously in the living room.
"They're listening to us?!" she repeated as she continued pacing. "Who the hell is he talking about?"
"There are exactly three possibilities." I replied as I propped myself up on my thighs and leaned forward. "One, he's talking about the Kiwi clan, two, he's talking about our dads, and three, he's talking about someone foreign."
"Oh great, either option sucks!" she growled.
"Now it makes sense why he was being so weird." Piper exclaimed thoughtfully. "He wanted to draw extra attention to himself because he knew you'd notice how nervous he was."
"But I idiot interpreted it differently!" Ashley whined, angry with herself. "I thought he was nervous about me catching on to his lies, when he was actually needed help and wanted me to notice."
"Don't worry, you couldn't really have helped him, he was apparently wired, which is why you couldn't have talked openly anyway." Zayn tried to calm her down.
Ashely finally stopped, slumped her shoulders and shortly after sat back down on the couch with me. I gave Zayn a thankful look, as his words really seemed to calm her down a bit.
"I could have at least signaled to him that I understood and was going to help him." she murmured now. "Wherever he is now, he probably thinks it's hopeless since I didn't understand him."
