M E A N D P E T E

P A T R I C I A

He pounded on Syds door. "Ashlyn let me in! That didn't sound right. What I said. Please let me explain." I threw a pillow at the door. "Leave me the fuck alone Pete!"

He tried fidgeting with the doorknob. "Come on Ashlyn. Open the door." He sounded calm, then he got very angry. It was actually kinda hot. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! STOP BEING STUBBORN!" He kicked the door and left.

I laid in Syds bed. I cried and screamed. I was sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe. Why would he do this to me? Peter Wentz is a fucking douchebag that will rot in hell. I kept thinking that in my head.

I didn't want to see him so I stayed in her room all night. I missed Sydney. I really fucking needed her back. I walked over to closet and breathed in her clothes. Okay, that sounds very strange but this was the only way to be with Sydney at the moment.

Then I started crying again. My life was actually falling apart. I grabbed one of her shirts and held it to my face. It smelled like her perfume. Daisy By Mark Jacobs. I was going to call her right then but I realized I left my phone in my room.

I watched tv for a while until I heard footsteps. I muted the TV.

"Ash, come out here. We have to talk. Pleeease." He sighed. "I don't want to talk to you." I muttered fucking asshole under my breath.

I turned off mute and continued watching American Horror Story. I missed watching this with Syd. It was her favorite. She had a major crush on Evan Peters.

One time I bumped into Evan while I was heading to the bathroom. I was having lunch with Sydney that day.

I told him to sit at our table and he did. I came back to see Sydney red in the face and smiling very hard. As I sat down, he hugged her and kissed on the cheek. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled. He turned to me and said "Well I have to go now. Uh bye Ashlyn. Bye Syd." Then he was gone.

"What was that?! Did he ask you out?" She blushed again. "Maybe! I told him that I was a big fan of his. He said that he would like to see me again. I don't know."

And that's the story of how I set her up with her boyfriend.

I checked the time. It was only 9:37 pm. I tried to go to sleep but it was too early. I kept thinking about what Pete just did to me. I wanted to die. Or runaway.

Eventually, I did fall asleep. Through the night I heard Pete get up. Mostly to go to the bathroom. I heard him come up to the door, but turn around. I sorta wanted to hear what he was going to say.

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I quietly tried to get into the bathroom and get a shower without him attacking me. But that did not work.

I slowly unlocked and opened the door. I took about 5 steps out of the room and someone grabbed me. That asshole was waiting for me to leave.

He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN NOW PETER!" I kicked my legs and slapped his back, but he didn't budge. "No. We have to talk."

He took me back into the living room and plopped me on the couch. "If you try to leave, I will sit on you." I laughed. "O.K." I mouthed.

"I am not getting back together with Meagan. Relationship wise. We are just going to try to be friends again, for Saint. I said that I was moving back with her because I thought that you wanted your house back to yourself. I didn't want to make you sad. I like you, Ashlyn. A lot. And I want to be with you."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I began to stand up, but Pete grabbed me. He pushed me down on the couch, putting his knees on both sides of me. His hands held down my shoulders. "I told you not to leave."

I smiled evilly. "Maybe I wanted you to pin me down, daddy." My eyes widened. "Oh my god. Why did I just say? That's weird and-" He grew a giant smile, then his lips smashed into mine before I could finish. He stuck his tongue in, exploring my mouth.

He pulled back for a breath. "Daddy? I like it. Can I call you my little princess." I laughed. "You're into daddy kink? That's hot. But yes, of course, daddy." I laughed again.

"Yeah. I don't mind being called daddy.. by Bronx." He laughed. "What are you into? Like costumes? Or whips and shit?" I looked him in the eyes, then looked away. I didn't want to say I was into BDSM but that's what I liked. Thats what I wanted. Should I tell him about Patrick? No. Yes. I don't know. It all came out.

"Actually I am. I like BDSM. Like Fifty Shades of Grey." He look surprised yet interested. "Are you kidding?" I blushed and moved my shoulders, trying to get him off of me. He released.

I sat up. "No? It's something that turns me on, okay? I'm a submissive and I have a dominant. A dominant is a person who gives the commands and you know, gives me...pleasure."

He wanted to know more, I could tell. "Oh that's.. uh.. Who's your dominant? Why do you do this? Sorry I just-" I smiled. "It's okay. Everyone is curious about this. My dominant is Pa- Patricia. It's a girl." He squinted his eyes, confused now. "I do this because it's fun. Well, it's exciting. I started being a submissive when I was around 17. My dominant told me that they wanted someone to help them. So I did and I liked it. I continued letting them dominate me. Now you probably think I'm a freak, right?"

"No it's just, I didn't expect you to like to be beaten or whatever. You seem so, like, innocent. And I didn't know girl dominants had girl submissives. Do you like girls? 17 is really young. Why did you agree to do that? When was the last time you were with her?"

I tried not to look guilty. I wanted to tell him that it was Patrick but that could ruin a friendship. "Innocent, huh?" I laughed. "First off, I don't get beaten. Just like whipped or hit with toys. And anyone can be a dominant, including you." I winked, hinting at him. "I like everyone, I suppose. I know 17 is young but I was crazy back then. I agreed to do it because it sounded fun. Patricia was really hot. Like smoking." Soul punk Patrick was very fucking sexy. "The last time we did anything was a couple months ago."

"Me? Maybe I'll try it out. Could I talk to Patricia?" I stared at him, not knowing what to say. "Uh yeah sure." What the fuck was I doing? I was going to ruin everything me and Patrick had. I needed to talk to him and figure everything out.