Ashling

Chapter 1

My eyes flew open and all I could do was stare at the ceiling for a minute straight.

What was that? I've had this dream before, but never have I been shot and been in such distress. And who was that girl? I've never seen her before in any of my dreams.

I can still feel the heat from her touch on my hand and how tightly she gripped it. I bring my palm close to my face to scrutinize it a bit, I have to make sure it isn't burnt from the touch. Nope. It's all good.

Turning on my right, I notice someone tangled in sheets lying beside me. It takes me a moment to realize that I slept with the girl I met in the bar last night. What was her name again? Jeanine? Jessica? Whatever.

Yawning, I get up and stand in front of the window which overlooks the busy streets of Manhattan. This was the only place in my apartment that I liked. Seeing cars stuck in traffic, taxi drivers yelling at each other, people making their way out in between crowds; I love it. I've never liked the suburban side. It's way too quiet there compared to the city noise. I like noise. Somehow it makes me feel like I'm in control; after all, it's easier to scream than remain silent.

I bought this place two years ago on my 25th birthday as a gift for myself. I remember I threw a grand party and invited everyone I knew. A lot of people turned up but most of them were just there for the fun of it. Or free drinks and food. Only a handful of people close to me came, including my parents. My throat feels dry as I think of them. Whatever little strength there was left in our relation, that thin thread tieing me with them, was broken that night.

I hear some shuffling and my thoughts are interrupted.

"You're up.." Her voice makes me flinch, it's nothing compared to the sweetness of the voice I heard in that dream. Was I seriously that drunk that I can't remember her name? I think I'm gonna go with Jessica..

"Hello..?" She speaks again and reluctantly I turn around with a smile plastered on my face.

"Hey..! How'd you sleep?"

She gives a sly smile and literally purrs, "You tell me.."

Did I really find this kitty hot last night? I clear my throat.
"Yeah.. It was um, it was good."

This makes her grin. Wow, she's really proud of herself with this stuff.

"Listen uh, I have to leave for work." I tell her in the best cheery voice I could muster. I continue, "Can you do me a favour? I'm gonna head for a shower so can you lock the door before you leave?"

Okay, now she has this weird look on her face that makes her lips twitch and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I raise my eyebrows, expecting her to answer.

She just shakes her head and says, "Screw you."

Wait, what? What did I do?

"You men are assholes." She blurts and gets out of the bed.
I have to defend now, she just called each and every man on this planet an asshole, "Look, we were both drunk. It was nothing serious."

"Obviously, it's never anything to you guys. You never care how the girl might be feeling," she says while putting her clothes back on.

Watching her get dressed was messing with my head. If I make the right moves and say the right things, she might forget her unnecessary anger and have another go with me. But just as she takes her bag, I make the mistake of saying, "We do care! But, you and I both know last night was meant for fun. Come on, Jessica-"

"My name is Jeanine!" She shoots a deadly glare at me.

I knew it! I knew her name was Jeanine, why the hell did I decide to go with Jessica.

"Look, babe.."

"Go to hell! Bastard!" Shit, there goes my chance of having another round.

She storms out of my apartment and slams the door. I swear the impact of that made my earthquake proof house shudder. What is she, Hulk?

I sigh and rub the back of my neck. I am so not sleeping with any girl for the time being, they're getting on my nerves.
Shaking my head, I head into the washroom and step in the shower.

The hot water calms me down immediately and my thoughts drift back to the dream. That girl had the most beautiful green eyes, a mixture of emerald and bottle green. Yes. That was the shade of her eyes. It's a shame I can't remember her face. Or her lips..

I turn the water off and wrap a towel around myself. Standing in front of the mirror, I look at my own features. I can easily be called a hottie. Handsome, even. I'm lean and muscular. I'm tall, reaching 6"1. My complexion is somewhere in the middle of fair and tan; something the girls here love apparently. I have thick, dark hair and I remember Jess- sorry, Jeanine tell me last night that she loves knotting her hands in them. My lips are full and plump, and they're quite famous with the ladies as I've heard.
I chuckle, and my gaze shifts to my eyes in the mirror. I look at my electric blue eyes and out of nowhere, I'm thinking of green eyes looking at me.

Ooookay so the first chapter is up! Hoping you all like it. Share your thoughts with me please and, please do tell what y'all think of Tyler *winks*
Thanks guys!
- H <3