My Brother's Best Friend|a.i

Chapter 4

~Previously~

I looked up at Ashton who was staring at someone. I looked over and I saw him. Staring back at me. The terrible person I'd hope to never see.
Jacob.

~Present~

My breath hitched in my throat. We seemed to be staring at each other for quite awhile.
"Who's that?" Ashton asked, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up at him and then looked back at Jacob. His eyes still trained on me. What was I supposed to do? He ruined me. Made me self conscious. Made me afraid to date. Suddenly, he took long strides toward me. My heart stopped. What do I do now? Yell at him? Act casual? Kick him in the balls? Soon he was only a foot away from me.
"Hi Summer." He said casually. Casual? No fucking way.
"Hi Jacob." I said casually. What was I doing? Shouldn't this be the time I bitch slap him, call him a bunch of swear words, and make a scene. That's what they did in the movies. But this wasn't the movies.
"So, how are you?" He asked. You mean how I've been all these years hating myself?
"Fine." I said shortly. What the actual fuck. I should have snapped at him.
"Well, that's good." He said smiling weakly, "Do you mind if I take you out to coffee some time?" He asked looking up at Ashton and then back at me. He just waltz over here and asks me out? Doesn't he even worry if Ashton's my boyfriend? Anything? I looked at the floor.
"She doesn't want to go with you." Ashton said sternly. He looked at Ashton.
"I'm sure. Let's see what she thinks." He said looking back at me and smiling smugly. All the memories. He said I'm ugly. He said I'm fat. He embarrassed me. He ruined me. Then at that last thought, I snapped.
"What do you think I'm going to say?" I asked. He smirked.
"You ruined me. Made me self conscious. Made me depressed. Yet, you decided to come over here and ask if I want to go out with your skanky ass again. I think I've had enough bullshit in my life and I don't need anymore." I snapped. His smirk slowly disappeared into a frown.
"I did? I didn't know it was that bad..." He said.
"That bad? It was horrible. When someone fucks up your life as much as you fucked up mine. Let me know so I can applaud them." I said.
"Listen, honestly, I'm sorry. I didn't know I made you depressed I'm sorry... I really just want to start over." He said softly.
"You're a really bad liar." I said, "You ugly piece of shit." His face turned from sorrow to anger.
"Your right. I'm not sorry. At least I told the truth. You are ugly. You are fat. And your weak enough to let that ruin your life, you ugly ass bitch." He said. I felt like a thousand knives just hit me in the gut. I felt a hot, wet tear roll down my cheek and Jacob smiled in satisfaction. I felt a thumb wipe it away and I looked up and Ashton was retrieving his thumb from my face. His kind eyes met mine before turning toward Jacob and glared daggers at him.
"You are a bad liar. Cause anyone can see Summer is not fat and she's gorgeous. She's funny, smart, and far more better than any girl you've ever fucked." Ashton said coldly, "So fuck off and find someone else to use as a one night stand, because Summer is too good for your dumb shit." Ashton said. Then he directed me away from him. I didn't look back. No matter how bad the urge was to see the look on his face. I wrapped my arms around Ashton's torso and hugged him.
"Thank you." I said.
"Of course... But who was he?" Ashton asked.
"My ex boyfriend, Jacob." I said. Ashton nodded and hugged me to his chest. I just had an encounter with the guy who ruined me. What if Ashton turned out to be like that? I quickly pulled away and stiffened.
"I'm sorry. I've got to..." I said pointing in the opposite direction. I quickly sped away and found the exit. I pushed open the double doors and looked over my shoulder and saw Ashton staring at me. His shoulders slightly slacking and his expression full of fear, anger, annoyance, and sorrow. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me and I pushed open the double doors. I walked out the double doors and walked out to the van. We had taken a taxi here and now that we're with them. We are gonna go back home with them. But I regretted ever making that decision.

I pulled the door handle, by the door didn't open. I forgot, the door was locked. I sighed angrily and leaned up against the back of the van. I leaned my head up against the back and sighed.