My Best Friend

Chpt 33: Don't be a b...

School hasn't started yet and we were under a tree just killing time.

"Ashley." Justin spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Did you do the Spanish homework?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did. I'm guessing you didn't?"

"Please, please let me see your homework." he begged.

"No." I stated.

"Please, I'm going to fail Spanish if I don't do the homework."

"Not my problem." I shrugged.

"Ashley." he gave me the puppy dog eyes. "Please."

Damn it. Those stupid puppy dog eyes.

I let out an annoyed sigh and pulled my homework from my bag.

I handed it to him. "I hate you."

"Thanks love." he said.

Lance came out of no where and so did his soda.

It spilled on my shirt but thank God it wasn't a lot. That would have been the last time you ever saw Lance.

"Oh shit! Sorry Ashley." he apologized.

"It's fine. I'll be right back."

I walked into the school and to the washroom. I think I tried my best to get the soda out of my shirt. I just hope it dries before school starts. I was on my way out when I heard someone in one of the stalls puking their guts out. I hope they're okay. I decided to wait till they come out to see if they're okay. Moments later the toilet flushed and the stall door opened. Her eyes widened as she saw me standing there.

Well what do we have here?

Oh I know!

Some blackmailing material.

"Well, if it isn't the bitchy, conniving and might I add... pregnant, Nicole Adams." I smirked.

"I'm not pregnant." she said not looking me in the eyes.

"I have a very strong feeling that the father isn't Lucas. Am I right?" I asked.

"Shut up!" she yelled. Her hands balling into fists.

"Seems like I've struck a nerve." I said. "By the way, that little outburst there basically proved to me that you are indeed pregnant." I chuckled and pushed open the door and walked out.

Seems like I'm the bitchy one.

"Wait!" she called.

I spun on my heel and looked at her.

"Please don't tell anyone." she had a desperate look in her eyes.

I scoffed and walked away.

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"Thanks for the ride Lexi!" I shouted.

She said bye and drove off.

Lexi gave me a ride home because Aiden had basketball practice and Ethan was watching. I really didn't want to stay. I just wanted to come home and sleep.

I noticed my dad's car in the driveway. Why is he home so early?

I stepped through the door and shut it behind me. I heard the television on in the living room so that's where I headed. My dad's back was to me and Modern Family was showing on the television. I smiled. That's our favorite tv show.

"Hey dad, what are you doing home so early?" I asked.

He didn't move or say anything.

I walked closer to him. "Dad?"

That's when I saw what surrounded him.

Empty alcohol bottles.

"It's you." he whispered.

I was so shocked I didn't know what say.

"It's you!" he shouted.

I flinched.

"It's your fault !" he yelled. "It's all your fault!"

"Dad." I managed to say.

"It's your fault!" he threw a bottle at me and I screamed and ran out of the way.

The bottle hit the wall and smashed in a million pieces to the floor.

"It's your fault she's dead! It's your fault my wife is dead!"

I felt as though I've been stabbed in the chest. My lip trembled and I tried to hold back the tears.

"You're such a disappointment." he shook his head. " A big disappointment." he stated.

So this is what he really thinks of me. When you're drunk you speak the truth. So he thinks it's my fault. He thinks I'm a disappointment.

I ran out of the door and down the street. A sob escaped my lips. It is my fault.

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Shane's POV

"I'm warning you, stay away from her because if you lay a finger on her, I will not hesitate to kill you." I growled.

Jacob had a smug look on his face. "Your threats mean nothing to me Shane. And trust me you do not want to mess with me."

"Jacob!"

"Coming grandma!" He shouted and shut the door in my face.

I stood on his lawn fuming. If he hurts Ashley, so help me God.

I heard a door slam and my head snapped to the left. Ashley ran out the door and was heading down the street.

I ran after her. "Ashley!" I called.