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CHAPTER- 32 LOVE IN MUSIC & CHARITY

POV: ASHLEIGH
I woke up in a tangle of sheets and sweat. I was pretty sure I had a nightmare, and I was damn glad, I couldn't remember any of it.
I'd gotten ready a few minutes later in a denim skirt, red turtle neck sweater and a denim jacket.
I'd also cleared more than half of those steep as fúck stairs; (who created stairs again?) when Rob hollered from the kitchen.
"Miss Olsen, breakfast is ready."
I galloped down the stairs taking them two at a time. Anything for breakfast.
I could smell the delicious waffles from a mile away.
I'd squirted the entire bottle of chocolate sauce on there, when Sophia the Jackfruit entered the kitchen.
She smiled at Robert, who returned it cautiously, the tips of his ears turning red. I internally chuckled at their cuteness. Every time I look at them I am in awe...
Clearing her throat, she said to me, "The mail, dear. It's been long since it came in. But there are a bunch of letters now. Would you like to sift through?"
"Yes please, apple. Robbie! Would you hand apple some breakfast, please." I said, grinning.
"Miss." Sophia glared at me and shoved the mail towards me.
I picked them up, still grinning and looked through. Most of it was junk and a few were filled with real estate jargon.
The last one of the pile was a pale ivory envelope.
'Free the Child Organization'
It was printed in a simple cursive font on the paper.
I put it into my tote bag for a review later and proceeded to finish the waffles in a hurry.
I sort of moaned a few times through the syrup, earning me a disgusted look from Sophia and a silent chuckle from Rob.
I loved them.
I promised myself to never love anyone else.
But I loved these people. I loved these kind souls. Tears pricked at the back of my eyes as I clenched them close. Jeez, these emotions are getting a better hold of me today, aren't they?
I stood up and choked a small goodbye out.
I walked out the front door and started towards Sally.
She glistened in the sun, her paint a beautiful silver.
Yes.
Like Damian, I too personify my car. But that's because she's so perfect; she can't possibly be lifeless.
I obviously have more reason to name my car, because it was a spanking awesome Aston Martin DB9 Volante.
Sally has been through it all with me. Forever together.
I put her into first gear and revved my way to school.
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It didn't take me long to realise that I'd been stood up by everyone on the planet, at school again.
Why the hell do I even come anymore? Oh right, save the world as a literate. Plus, isn't it our last year of high school? Obviously it is! Then what in freaking monkey hell is wrong with everyone!
I chucked an empty pack of chocolate milk into the dustbin and pulled my phone out.
My peripheral vision sought a familiar kid.
The Teleiophilic. That little guy comes to this school?
I stood up, picked my tote up from the cafeteria table and stalked behind the kid, who had officially flirted with me.
He turned around mid stride and grinned evilly at me. Then he began running forward to the emergency exit of the school. Oh well, you can't just give me a god damn evil grin and runaway!
I ran behind him into the parking lot and saw him getting into a car that was poised to leave.
I had two options, follow the kid and save myself a long ass day in school or go back and experience said long ass day of school with no one around and probably one person that I will like to avoid for now.
Right.
If you don't know I'm going to choose the former, you don't know me at all.
I ran to Sally and pulled my seatbelt on. My eyes trailed the Cadillac the kid had gotten into, as I took a dramatic moment to crack my neck sideways.
Welcome to My version of Fast and Furious. Yay!
If there was one thing I loved, it would be adrenaline filled car chases.
I revved Sally up and hightailed behind the Cadillac.
I definitely had the speed advantage. But the problem was that he knew where to go. And I didn't.
Hence making it even more unfair.
More the merrier.
I sped down the road marveling at Sally's response.
The Cadillac veered off the road to an exit. I cursed and pulled behind the car in the last minute.
Is it weird that I was enjoying this?
I grinned wide and followed the Cadilac till it stopped in front of a building.
The kid got down and ran into the building. I pulled open the door, locked Sally and ran into the building in record time. The kid had gotten into the elevator and grinned at me as the doors closed.
"God damn it." I muttered.
It's unfortunate for him that I have seen way too many action films. I wasn't going to give up, I noted the floor the elevator stopped at and ran the hell up the stairs.
I don't know where the will to climb fúcking stairs coming from... Must be a remnant of the car chase.
Because I was so psyched to get this kid that I probably resembled a 3-year old on a sugar rush.
When I reached the terrace, my high had worn off and I was panting like a mother effing bear after it had run a marathon.
The kid had stopped just short of the entrance of the terrace and crooked a finger at me in the universal, 'Follow me if you can' sign, with a smirk that looked horribly similar to the one Damian usually sported.
My mind miniature screamed at the fact. I didn't want another Damian in my life.
I didn't want anyone else to have my Damian in their life too.
I mentally smacked my head to the wall multiple times and followed the boy onto the terrace.
The skyline loomed over us in a beautiful array of blue and white. I could see the horizon in the distance.
My eyes fixed on the scene in front of me. A stage was set up in the middle of the floor.
A set of drums, three amplifiers, a bass, a guitar and five microphones were placed strategically.
The little kid ran behind me and locked the terrace door from the inside. I repeatedly banged the door and gave a frustrated sigh when it wouldn't give. Wow! So am I now going to be attacked by a pack of psychopaths? Isn't that what usually happens?
I whirled around at the sound of the strum of a guitar.
My knees buckled and my back sort support from the door behind me.
My hand involuntarily went up into the air and incredulously pointed at the stage.
My mouth muscles contributed to the incredulity by sputtering, "B-but, you're The W-wanted."
They probably heard me because Nathan spoke into the mic, "Sure are." And the rest of the band chuckled.
"But, y-you guys split." I muttered lamely.
"Welcome beautiful, to a privately organised performance of The Wanted." Tom said this time.
I think I sighed at their perfection.
"Don't worry, gorgeous, we've been payed a helluva lot." It was Nathan again.
I grinned, this was the way to my thawing, wild heart.
"Let's begin." Jay said, winking at me. It took everything in me to stop fanning my face.
It's getting hot in here, so take of all your fur. I didn't ask for this concert... I mean I'm not complaining... Besides, who cares as long as I get all of this for myself.
The Wanted started belting out their hits and by the time they reached Glad You Came, they'd coaxed me onto the make believe dance floor, my eyes were closed and my hands up in the air, as I let the music took control.
They really were the best.
I abruptly stopped when I smelled a familiar scent. One that was haunting my senses for the past few days.
I almost cried out loud as his hands slipped to my waist and he pulled me to his chest. My back to his front.
Holy hell. Remind me again why I was angry with this guy.
I sunk into him in a moment of weakness.
Maybe all of this is my imagination or I don't know what, but I like it here. So, I'm not going to put up a fight, I just wanna live in this moment. Right here. Right now. And just then the band shifted their song to Heart Vacancy, Ironic isn't it; as he turned me around in his arms and my hands clutched his shirt. The lyrics began floating in the air around us,

'I hear your heart cry for love,
But you won't let me make it right.
You were hurt, but I decided,
That you were worth the fight.
Every night, you lock up,
You won't let me come inside.
But the look in your eyes,
I can turn the tide.'
I inhaled and clenched my fist tighter in his shirt.
Soft. Smelling amazing.
As we danced together...
All I could think of was that, this was him, it was him telling me what he wanted and what he felt through this song...
Damian Fricking Perfection Montgomery.
The guy I knew and adored. Someone who'd summoned things in me that I couldn't have comprehended before.
We rocked together, as the singers crooned behind us. My heart suddenly hurt as it realised what I was denying myself.
As they reached the bridge of the song, I willed myself to open my eyes and all I could see was a green abyss. His eyes were so beautiful, I had to close my eyes again and concentrate on his arms around me.
I felt him lean forward and speak into my ear; the singers behind me said in unison with Damian,
"Give me a chance I'd make a,
Permanent reservation. "

And he continued with them in the background. making the moment even more perfect, "I'm never letting go, Ashleigh Yvette Olsen. Believe it or not, You're it for me." I felt a sob in my throat as I felt him withdraw from me.
And I knew when I opened my eyes I'd see him leaving, so I refused to.
I refused to open them till the band came down the stage.
We took a round of pictures and even through that I couldn't forget Damian's voice in my ear, filled with a low, husky longing. I wanted to believe him. All I could see was that he meant it all.
It was finally in Sally when I let a tear flow, was I overreacting?
I mean the guy just let his heart out, was this all a dream?
It IS all for the bet ....... Or WAS I just.... I don't know!
I shuffled through my tote for a tissue and felt an envelope.
I pulled it out and remembered the mail from today morning.
Ah, Free The Child Organization. I don't remember sending in anything...
I opened it and gingerly pulled out the card inside.
*Miss Ashleigh Olsen, we thank you for your contribution to Free the Child.*
I saw a 7 figure donation amount and gasped.
*We operate by the motto, A Child for another Child. Your support is greatly appreciated. The sum you have donated will be put to use for hundreds of children around the world, for orphans and for the starving. Thanks and Regards.*
I was confused and it wasn't till I saw the sign on the card...
"-D x"
Did I understand that it was all Damian. He'd donated to a child organization in my name. My heart fluttered with approval. All of this just to get me to talk. All of this just to make me his. Why was he being so damn difficult. This boy was perfect.
For a few minutes I just sat in Sally, thinking about how many people he was helping and how he'd used my name to propagate the agenda.
It was with a smile that I started Sally up and made my way home.
My silly, affectionate, thoughtful, Damian Fricking Perfection Montgomery/ Wells.
I pulled my phone out and dialed him. I was expecting to leave a message and gasped when I heard his voice on the line, "Leigh."
My eyes closed and I felt like he hadn't spoken to me in years.
"Uh.. U-um. Damian. Um."
I sputtered.
"Yes, uh. Um. Uh, Leigh." He said with mirth in his voice.
His laughter sparked my irritation. Idiot, stupid!
"Thanks for everything, fúcking turd." I said and hung up. I think it's enough for a day, a day filled with fairytale moments. I inew from hell to back that only god knows, what's coming my way for tomorrow.
Because Damian didn't look like he was backing off. And that pleased my heart so much, it almost burst in happiness. I shook my head, clearing everything out.
I grinned again and opened my car door for a good night's sleep.
It was at bed that I pulled open my messages and smiled when I saw one from him.
*You're worth it all. This is nothing compared to what you'll give me, if you come back to me.
Good Night, My sweet Leigh.*
I read the message a 100 times before I gave up and retired to the exhaustion of the day.

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