Ashwick Bad Boys

Twenty-Three He's not my Type, I Swear!

Soooooo Sorry that it took me so long to post something. Between work and writers block it kept me from writing. good news I am almost with the book, I just got one scene left to write; which is taking me longer to write then I thought. But enough about me....I will post three chapters. Heads up, it is unedited. Enjoy!

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When morning came, Harmony and Shane said their goodbyes, leaving Roxy by herself. Later, Roxy was meeting up with Megan at her house before they headed towards the old banded Siloam Factory. The old building was out in the middle of nowhere, the risk of cops showing up were slim; due to no one going out there anymore. The roads were long with little curves, only empty land surrounded it. The closes residences were about five miles out.

Roxy was still uneasy about driving her motorcycle but she pushed through it, not wanting her fear to control her anymore. Closing her eyes, Roxy gripped the handlebars, thinking of the last time she truly felt alive, driving her motorcycle with her dad. Roxy savored the memory so that it could aid her, keeping her panic attacks at bay as she headed towards Megan's house.

Megan opened the front door when she heard a knock. "Oh, good you're here." She grabbed Roxy's arm, pulling her inside. "I need your help!" Megan cried out. "I don't know what to wear."

Roxy chuckled. "You look fine the way you are." Megan wore blue jeans and a plane Old Navy blue t-shirt.

Megan gave Roxy 'are you kidding me' look. "Roxy, help a girl out."

"What about that top you had me wear to school?" Roxy suggested.

Megan's eyes brighten. "That's a great idea!" She dashed off to her room.

Roxy chuckled at her friend. Feeling her phone vibrate as it rang, telling her she had a text. Roxy opened the message, noticing it was from Trent.

We are heading your way.

I'm at Megan's.

See you soon! :-*

"Roxy, what shoes should I wear?" Megan yelled from her room.

Roxy shook her head in amusement, placing her phone back into her pocket. "It doesn't matter what you wear Megan." She walked towards her room.

"Of course it matters." Megan looked at her with horror.

Roxy leaned her hip on the doorway, folding her arms. "What about those black boots you got last weekend?"

Megan squealed in delight. "Perfect!"

After a few minutes passed, Roxy mumbled. "Oh, the boys are on their way."

Megan arched her eyebrow as she put on her boots. "I didn't know you two were a couple now."

"We are not a couple!" Roxy protested.

"You protest too much." Megan teased.

"Whatever," Roxy mumbled.

Ding dong!

"That was fast," Roxy mumbled following Megan towards the front door.

Trent scratched his head when Megan opened the door. "Hey, you girls ready?"

Megan smiled big. "You bet your sweet ass we are." Megan grabbed Roxy's arm, dragging her out of her house.

"Ouch, easy on the grip," Roxy teased, rubbing her arm.

Megan's eyes widened. "Oops, sorry," She smiled sleeplessly.

"Will you guys hurry up, it's getting late." Tyson demanded.