Girl Crush ☞ h.s.

[twenty-one]

Can I just say that I read all of your guys' comments and you guys are so funny! I love your comments they just make my day. That's Ash's dress! Sorry for the bad manip, I really love her dress. That's sorta how I imagined her.

Ash.

Just as she turns on her curling wand her phone begins ringing. She answers it, lifting it up to her ear. Marisa's voice is blubbering on the other end and she can't make out what she's saying. "Marisa, what? I can't understand you, calm down."

"I really need to come over. I'll explain later," she wails.

Ash bites her lip, closing her eyes. Tonight's the night of the Formal Gala. She can't let Marisa know, she'll hate her. "Uhm, I can't tonight. I won't be home," she admits quietly.

More tears are shed and incoherent sentences are cried on the other end. She sighs, listening to the other girl go on and on about a man named Jack whom she'd recently met. Of course, Ash had never heard of him. That usually means Marisa is serious about him.

"I'm sorry, Marisa. I have to go," she says after a moment of silence.

"Where are you going?"

Lie to her, lie to her, lie to her.

"I have to go to a Formal Gala."

--

Harry.

When he exited the car to meet her in front of the building, he was met with an empty street. He stood there awkwardly playing with his fingers. He was so nervous. God, would this girl be the death of him.

He hears the click of heels and the clearing of her throat, so he looks up. Her hair is curled and styled to perfection, make up light, and her beautiful dress. She looked like a goddess in that dress. He was practically drooling over her, worse than the evening at the dress shop.

Her facial expression was drenched in uncertainty. He knew she was insecure, but he didn't know how anyone could be insecure with a body like that. Other women would be jealous. Her beauty would cover up her lack of conversation, maybe that's what drew him into her.

"You look gorgeous," he breathes, pulling her to him by her neck. Their lips meet innocently, kissing for a good few seconds. When he pulls away, she laughs and wipes at lips. Her sparkly lip gloss had smudged onto his lips a bit. It didn't bother him, though.

"You look stunning as well," she mutters, pulling and tugging at his shirt as if they were an old married couple. It was ironic, due to the lack of labeling.

"Let's go," he says quietly as he releases her.

She nods, stepping beside him to crawl into the back of his car. He places himself beside her, their legs touching slightly. She couldn't wipe the grin off of her face as he sprawled his large palm across her clothed thigh. She felt like she was in high school with a hormonal teenager again. Was this his way of saying he expected more than just a kiss?

"Don't make it so obvious," he whispers, hot breath trickling across the skin of her neck.

She closes her eyes for a moment, staring out the window when they finally open. She mutters, "I have no clue what you're talking about."

"You're nervous. I won't push you out of your comfort zone, Ashton. I know it scares you," he replies quickly.

She smiles again, eyes never leaving the window. Her father would be here tonight. Not only would she have to face him, but she'd have to face him with Harry as her date. She doesn't even know if dating coworkers is allowed in the company.

Her smile fades along with her happy mood as she thinks of her father. She'll disappoint him tonight, she always does. Just like she disappointed Marisa earlier. Marisa reacted just as she had expected. She was pissed beyond belief. Ash had outdone her, she wasn't used to that kind of thing. She had always been better than Ash.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" He asks.

She gives him a weak smile, glancing at him for a moment. She decides not to reply. He doesn't take it personal, though. He keeps his large hand on her thigh. She smiles as they arrive to the large building.

When they enter, it leads them straight to the room that slightly resembles a ballroom. Her and Harry walk in, arms linked. This was it. She was so nervous. Tonight she'd learn how to talk business, squirm under her fathers expectations, and embarrass herself; all while Harry will watch from her side.

"Darling!" A deep voice screams from her left as her and Harry enter.

They both turn their heads to meet eyes with Jackson Kingsley. His face twists into an expression Ash has seen one-too-many times in her life.

Anger.

--

Wellllll, ik ik it's short. Be honest do you like the manip or is it too sucky? I know I did pretty bad on it. I'm kind of stressed on time rn.

like i just made this new schedule for this book and I ahvent' updated my other stories since. Lol ik i suck. >.<

THanks for the 8k reads and please vote, i know it's short and it sucks and it's not edited. ugh ilysm guys.