The Bad Boy Stole My Heart

Chapter Three

"Get out!" I yell, I point to the door. "Now! I don't wanna see you. Ever." He holds his hands up in surrender .

"Alex, calm down. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I did that to you. I'm sorry I caused you pain." He says sincerely. Not sincere enough though. "Get out." I grit my teeth and Natasha holds my arm to keep me from beating the heckoutta him.

"Hear me out. Please." He pleads and gets on his knees. I bites lip to keep me from laughing and saying 'Bow down to me, peasant.'

"No. Why would I listen to you know if I didn't listen to you then?" I take a deep breath to try and calm myself. Natasha releases my arm but stays close. "Alex, please. I'm begging you." He gets up from off the floor and tries and holds my hands.

I yank them away and scoot back. "Fine." I grumble and make my way to the couch.

"Alex, I'm sorry. Could we be friends?" He says.

I scratch the back of my head.

"Sorry isn't enough and you know that, Ashton." He sighs and rubs the back of his neck.

"Alex. Look, I'm sorry. What can I do?" I scratch my head again to think about it. Ah ha. Perfect.

"Bring back my dad." He sighs and rubs his face. He puts his elbows on his thighs and rests his face in his hands.

"Alex, I can't do that. You know it. I'm sorry, okay?" He mutters.

"Of course you can't!" I ground out.

"I'm sorry. If you want me to go, I will." I nod and point to the door. Natasha comes and sits next to me and wraps her arms around me.

I hear the door open and close

~~~Flashback to eighth grade, almost four years ago, when Alex was 14~~~

"Alex! Alex! Guess what?" Ashton says as he runs down the school hall.
"What?" I say as I get my books from my locker.

"My dad is going to Amsterdam." He says cheerily. How is he happy? His dad is leaving for awhile. "Cool." He rolls his eyes and walks after me.

*skip to end of school at Alex's house*

"Dad! Ashton's here! Take him to football practice already!" I yell up the stairs. His footsteps become louder until he's at the bottom grabbing his keys.

"Ashton, let's go." My dad says and with that, they leave.
I go upstairs and take a nap.

"Alex! Let's go!" My mother screeches. I pop up and follow her. We get in the car and put our seatbelts on. We speed off.

"Mom, what's wrong?" She looks at me worriedly.
"Your father." A tear slips down her face. Then another and another. She stops in front of the hospital.

"Come on." I quickly follow her to the waiting room.

"Mom, what happened?"

"Your father, he might not make it. Ashton and his friends were playing with matches and one landed on the car. He hadn't noticed and the car was lit on fire. He escaped quickly enough.
He might not make it. There's a one in thirty chance that he will. He has several third degree burns." She chokes out, not being able to continue. She starts crying again.

My father is probably dead because of Ashton. Ashton Coleson. I will never forgive Ashton. Ever.

"I'm sorry. He didn't make it." A nurse says. That's the worst news I've ever heard. With that, I burst into tears.