You can pretend you don't miss me.
You can pretend you don't care.
All you wanna do is kiss me .
Oh, what a shame I'm not there.
Bitches Broken Hearts // EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE
Eddie Munson x Female Oc
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DEALS AND INSULTS - ( One )
Ashley sits on the bench attached to the picnic table. She runs her fingers along the words etched into the wood as the wind nips at her skin. Wearing nothing but her cheer uniform, the cool breeze made goosebumps raise on her skin. Her hair blew in her face, but she slides the stray strands behind her ear.
Her knee jumps up and down below the table anxiously as she continuously traced the E M on the table. Knowing very well who it belonged to, she would occasionally look up to see if the man himself had shown up.
She grows impatient, scanning her surroundings. The girl chews lightly on her cheek, wondering if the freak had left her hanging. She lets out a disappointed sigh, dropping her gaze to the table once more. As she does, the sound of a twig snapping in front of her echos through the quiet evening air.
She looks up, eyes wide, but relaxes when she sees it was who she'd been waiting for. Eddie Munson came up, sitting across from her. His hair was wind blown and sweat was built up on his forehead as if he'd been running. He lets out a breath he'd been holding, then finally meets the girls gaze, frowning as he sees the stern gaze she gave in return.
"You're late and you didn't even bother to brush your hair?" She mocks, narrowing her eyes as the boy across from her. If it were anyone else, he's run a hand through his hair and tuck stray locks behind his ear, but he didn't want to give Ashely satisfaction.
So he instead he rolls his eyes, pulling the toolbox closer to him.
"If you're going to be a bitch, I can just leave." He says coldly. He goes to stand, but stops as Ashely panics, placing a hand on his wrist.
"No!" She shouts. "I'm sorry, just- please."
Eddie sits down, smirking to himself. As Ashley meets his gaze she frowns. "What?"
"Oh nothing, just that you just apologized." He says. He leans forward, smirking devilishly. His smile grows as Ashely narrows her eyes.
"Seriously?"
Eddie swings a leg around the bench and stands. "Everybody! Ashley 'the princess' Barlow just apologized!" He shouts, cupping his hands to make the sound travel.
"Eddie!" Ashely panics. "Shut up!" She says, pounding her hand on the table top to get his attention.
The boy smirks yet again. "Don't worry, sweetheart, nobody comes out here but the people I sell to."
Ashely points to the etchings on the table. Other than Eddie's name, there were at least eight more that joined. "These guys?" She asks.
"Yeah," he says, pacing in front of her. "I guess you could say I'm more popular than you now."
Ashley laughs. An actual genuine laugh. She then shakes her head and sticks a hand out. "Bull shit."
