Breaking the Bad Boys heart...

We don't do corny!

 Chapter 12- We don't do corny!

My heart was pounding; I’d never been to a party before, not one. Mom and dad always say you don’t need parties; it’s always alcohol and STDs. But, then their doctors, there always prepared for the worse.  Of course I listened to them, I’m a ‘good girl’ or as Jas would say ‘ass wipe’. But Jas never listened; just look at her Facebook pictures, the only proof you need. Friday after Friday, new pictures would be updated of her making out with a kid or just looking wasted.

I always told her what an idiot she was for going to these parties, and look at me now! Such a hypocrite, I know! I opened my hair-stuff draw, staring for inspiration but my head was beginning to ache from the piercing sound of hangers next door. I turned around to see Jas stood in my doorway smirking.

“What?” I rolled my eyes, allowing her grin to spread.

“I can see your having trouble doing your hair…for Ashley” She winked, I quirked my eyebrow.

“Actually I was just having trouble finding a hairstyle, I’m not going to fall for him” I promised, smiling weakly.

“I think you already are” Jas sighed deeply, scratching her finger nail.

“Whatever, I need your help, sis” I turned back to my curlers, trying to fight of the blush rising to my cheek.

Jas walked straight out my room; well she was helpful I thought. But when I turned back around she stood with a straightener in her hand, I swear she only went five seconds ago?

Within five minutes my hair was dead straight and glossy.

“That didn’t take you long” I laughed.

“Have you seen your hair?” She teased, I nodded my head; fair point.

Jas wore a cute little dress, and knowing Jas, it was a little on the short side.

Jas had got a lift with another cheerleader, so I was waiting nervously for my ride. My ride with Ashley Jackson, to his own party, I know it doesn’t make much sense, okay it makes no sense.

I was knocked from my daydream when I heard a loud knock on my door. The only time Ashley had been to my house was the day he dumped Jas, you could tell why I was nervous.

When I opened the door, Ashley stood there in all his glory, smirking he leant against my doorframe.  I rolled my eyes, pushing past him. I looked around but there wasn’t a car. Maybe he parked down the road?

“Where’s the car?” I looked up and down the road, but there wasn’t a car anywhere.

“I thought I’d be unique” Ashley’s smirk continued to grow.

“So we’re walking?” I stared down at my dress; I was not getting this muddy.

“Nope, I have my bike” I think it was safe to say that my whole body froze; I hope he meant bicycle not motor cycle. Nope definitely motor-cycle. Ashley patted the seat, obviously noticing my frozen figure.

I grabbed Ashley’s hand, gently placing myself on the bike, my heart was pounding…I was going to die, no exaggeration. My dress would be ruined and my hair would be messed up…ah, screw it!

The roaring of the motor, snapped me back into reality. I went to talk but my mouth was muffled with my hair. I felt like I was going to fall off so I wrapped my arms tightly around Ashley’s waist, I could imagine his grin growing.

To say his house was a mansion, is an under-statement, it looked like friggin’ Oprah’s house. I stood staring at it for a while.

“As much as you rock the helmet look, I suggest you take it off before you go in Ashley silently chuckled, I swiftly took it off glaring at him.