505 days ~ irwin

418 days before

Brinley

I knew that there was another day until the massive operation, but I still had time to kill so I decided to pack up the jeep. I didn't have much, but I needed to make a quick fix. I tried to take off the roof of the car, but was struggling. Ashton usually takes it off, but I don't need him anymore. I need to learn to survive without him. I scope the edges of the roof, finding where to start, but I couldn't help but notice an obnoxious car, revving its engine behind me, as if they're taunting me. I didn't turn around because I knew exactly who it was, the giggles and whispers were tempting, but I knew how to resist.

"That's her?" I feminine voice snickered. The person wasn't rude, but sounded envious.

"Uh- oh, yeah." Ashton whispered as he came to an abrupt stop, not knowing she was going to come to a halt either.

"Bug off, Fletcher." I yelled as I tried to pull on the bottom of the rusted metal.

"Who's fletcher?" The same voice asked. Clearly she knew nothing about him.

I turned around, instantly locking eyes with the tall blonde ahead of me. She was glaring at me that entire time. As I gave her a stare back, her face drew a blank. She was in an arctic monkeys t shirt, and dark jeans ripped at the knees. A flannel was lazily hanging from her purse. She clutched her books even closer to her chest, taking a step back in fear.

"Who's your little friend?" I pointed to her, finally breaking the intimidating shares of glares.

"Paige meet the devil next door, devil next door meet-"

"Paige. Got it, cunt." I spat.

Her head cocked back.

"What?" I sneered.

"Do you normally use this heavy of profanity?"

American accent. Just awesome.

"You're american. It's just another swear word here, get used to it newbie." I harshly put. Five minutes of meeting her and I already don't like her. I turned back to the car roof, paying attention to what really matters to me. Time passed and I swear they walked away by now, but was confused because I didn't even hear footsteps or a door close. I turned back around.

"Canada." She said.

I looked at her, as if my eyes were saying "get lost, kid."

"I'm from Canada." She clarified.

"Congrats?" I didn't know what answer she wanted, I just wanted her to leave. I glance at Ashton, who was just enjoying our encounter. I continued back on the car, hoping that they would both get the message.

"You're Brin Rey, right?" She would not give up.

"Brinley Reynolds, can I help you?" I spoke in full sarcasm, but this girl seriously couldn't take a hint.

"Ashton has told me a lot about you, I hear you know how to party." Paige wore the same smile the entire conversation, she seemed to be a happy-go-lucky kind of gal.

"Mate, listen. You seem really, really sweet and nice. I'm sure you are! Because Ashton has told me about how pretty and chill you are-" I lied. I has never met her before, let alone seen her anywhere before, but I wanted to be alone and away from Ashton. "-but I really would like to continue doing what I'm doing, and you can go do Ashton or whatever." I snapped. I tried my best to hold it all in, and it worked. I had the thickest mask in this city, I just never let anyone seen between the cracks.

"Need help taking off the roof?" She ignored what I last said. Great. "I have one back at home, the sport s but in maroon. I could help if you want?" Her smile grew larger and larger.

"You can take a crack at it, I guess." I lightened up a little. Whatever could get me out of here the fastest and easiest, I didn't what it would take. I was extremely annoyed, but not because of her, because of Ashton.

She walked towards it, examining around the car. I watched as she threw her bags and books down on the cement. I felt Ashton creeping up behind me, a short shiver of pins and needles ran up and down my spine.

"Keeper, isn't she?" He asked as we watched her from a far, but close enough distance. She was not afraid to get down and dirty, but she still managed to have great hair while doing so.

"Don't fuck this one up." My mood darkened, all I could think of was what he did to me and I didn't want that to happen to anyone else, especially to someone with such nice hair. Her blonde hair was wavy, almost little curls, as if she just got out of the salty ocean, but with little hints of brown mixed underneath.

"Canadians are nice." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes to the back of my head, over this entire situation. "If she scratches my car, you're dead to me." I spat, looking up towards him before going over to help Paige.

Maybe she would be a new addition to the group..