Home Wrecker {A.F.I}

Chapter 18

Sweet Despair by Cher Lloyd, in the side bar thing. Please listen. I really love this song and I think it reflects how Lex feels about Ash.

Ashton

A few hours ago, I received a text message from Lex; saying that her set was starting fifteen minutes earlier than usual as someone else had pulled out. So that's where we were now. Bryana, Luke and I were getting out of a cab just out side The Exford. It was no surprise that the entire afternoon, Bryana had been trying to talk me out of going; but I wasn't giving in. I'd always given in to her. She had always gotten her own way with me, and it was time for me to stand up for myself so we could do what I wanted for a change.
I was glad that I chose tonight to put my foot down. I could tell Bryana was jealous of all the time I'd been spending with Lex, and honestly? I didn't care.

We entered the bar, and the first thing I did was search the room for the girl who had stolen my heart all those years ago. I saw Briella at a table, talking to Erin, who must have left work early. I only knew this from spending the last two weeks with Lex, that Erin usually stayed until around six, just to make sure that everything was under control.
Luke and Bryana made a beeline for the two blondes. I didn't follow them, I just stood in my spot, my eyes searching for Lex. It didn't take me too long to find her, although I had to do a double take. She was sitting at the bar, talking to that same guy from last week. Mason or Matt, whatever he's not important. I wanted more than anything to go up and talk to her.

Bryana must have noticed that I didn't walk over with them to sit with Erin and Briella, because the next thing I knew there was a tap on my shoulder, "you coming to sit with us?" She asked
"Yeah in a minute," I told her, "I'm gonna say hi to Lex,"
"Whatever," she scoffed, "seems like she's not even here yet," I turned to look at her, a little angry about what she'd just said, "that's so professional, rocking up late to your own gig," she added sarcastically
"She's just over there," I pointed to Lex, who was still in the same spot, "you don't even know her," I spat, "you can't make those fucking comments Bryana,"
"Whatever," she shrugged, "I wouldn't go and interrupt, she seems to be having a conversation with the guy behind the bar,"
"Yeah," I sighed. The feel of jealousy rising inside my body, "but I'm still gonna go over and say hi, she invited us tonight,"
"Why do you even care?" She asked
"Because she's my friend," I told her. It was a lie, Lex was more than just a friend to me, she was my everything
"She seems more than that Ash, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous," I couldn't say anything. I just hoped that the look on my face wasn't giving away my true feelings, "oh my God!"
"What?" I asked
"You are jealous," she spat, "you're fucking jealous,"
"I'm not," I lied, "why would I be jealous? I have you,"
"Yeah, you do, but you're not doing a good job at being my boyfriend,"
"Bryana," I warned
"What Ashton?"
"I'm not jealous okay?" I told her, "I just want to go and say hi to her,"
"Whatever," she scoffed, "you know where I'll be," and she walked back over to our small group

A split second later, I walked over to Lex and the guy who were still in conversation, "hey," I said, once I'd approached them
"Hey," she smiled, but it seemed forced, much like they were the last time we spent together before I ruined everything
"Hey mate," I said to the guy, "sorry I've forgotten your name,"
"All good, Ashton right?" He asked, and I nodded, "it's Mason, can I get you a drink?"
"Yeah, I'll grab a Corona and a vodka red bull," I told him, knowing that's what Bryana would want to drink
"Oh I'm good, thanks though," Lex said, pointing to her half filled glass of wine
"Oh, it's for Bryana," I told her pointing to where they were all sitting, "I know you hate red bull,"
"Yeah," she smiled, "I'm surprised you guys came,"
"Whys that?"
"You're reply to the text I sent about getting here earlier said you probably  weren't going to make it, something about wanting to spend time with blondie,"
"I didn't even reply, I don't know what you're talking about," I said. Then I knew, I knew exactly what she was saying. Bryana must have messaged her off my phone. She seemed to get what I was saying
"Actually don't worry," she took the remainder of her drink in one gulp, "thanks for coming, I'm gonna go set up, I'll talk to you later Mase," she got up off the bar stool and headed towards the back where she stored her guitars, before she went on to perform.