Out of My Limit

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE: 

**Violet’s POV**

I am on my way home from Starbucks. I call Jo. “Some idiot spilled coffee all down my shirt. You have no idea how pissed off I am. This goddamn moron just walks right into me! Today was an important day for me! I had an interview at a hospital for an internship. Now, I’m late, and they called me and told me maybe another time.” I say into the phone.

I pull into my little driveway of the flat that I share with my roommate and best friend, Jo. I have known Jo since the sixth grade, and we have been best friends since the day we met.

I angrily slam the door to my car and stomp up the stairs. I fumble around with my keys and finally find the front door one. As I enter, Jo is jamming out to this stupid band she is obsessed with. I think they’re called 5 Second Rule or something, maybe 500 Years of Winter, I don’t know. But, that is all she talks about. You’d think she would grow out of boy bands by now; we both just turned 18 in April.

“JO, PLEASE TURN THAT HORRID SOUND OFF!” I scream over the blaring speakers.

“VI, COME IN HERE, 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER IS ON ENTERTAINMENT NEWS!” Oh, so that’s their name, 5 Seconds of Summer. I knew I was close.

Anyway, Jo continues to yell about how one of them is on TV, so I go into the living room and hop onto the couch. I just listen at first, something about how a guy by the name Ashton had a little accident today a shop. I look up at the tele, and see ME.

The news was covering how Ashton had spilled coffee on a girl and how she angrily left. It is also saying about all the rumors on twitter that this girl could be Ashton’s secret girlfriend...?!

“HOLY SHIT VI YOU MET ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN AND DIDN’T TELL ME? AND YOU ARE NOW APPARENTLY DATING HIM? THAT MUST BE NICE VIOLET WHY, WHAT, HOW? TELL ME NOW!” Jo screams at me.

I turn off the television. I look at Jo. “Look Jo, that’s why I’m pissed off! Some retard spilled coffee all over me in Starbucks earlier! I’m sorry that I didn’t pay too much attention to what his face looked like! And by the way, I don’t even know who this Austin guy is, anyway.”

“Ashton. Violet, his name is Ashton” She corrects me.

“Look Jo, Believe me, if I knew who it was, you would definit-” I am interrupted by my cell phone ringing. I look down at the screen. I don’t recognize the number. I ignore the call. “Jo, what was I saying. . . oh right. There is absolutely NOTHING going on between me and that Aaron guy.”

“ASHTON.” She says very sternly. “Anyway, what was I thinking? You would never date a celebrity without telling me.”

My phone starts to ring again; it’s the same number. I pick up this time.

“Violet Taylor speaking.” I say, tapping the phone so it changes into speaker phone.

“Uh, um, hi.” A thick Australian accent says.

“Who is this?” I ask.

“Um, this is Ashton Irwin, from Starbucks earlier,” he says anxiously. “I just wanted to apologize for running into you. . .I know this may sound creepy, but I was just really taken back by your beauty.”

Jo takes the phone from my hand. “Ashton, hi this is Violet’s friend, Jo. Big fan, big fan. Anyway, how did you get this number? And I suggest that if you want Violet to forgive you for your little shenanigan this morning, you come to our flat and apologize like a man. I suppose you can do that with no problem, considering you probably looked up her number in the phonebook, and you can probably find our address with no problem. Good day.” She hung up the phone and smiled.

“Have I ever told you that you are the best friend anyone could have?” I said to her.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” She asks me.

“No, why would I be mad? You just told him off, and we will never have to hear from this lunatic again!” I reply.

“No, Vi. I don’t think you understand. I kinda just told him he has to come here and apologize to your face.” She says, looking at me with guilty eyes.

“JO WHAT THE HELL?! I NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT DICK AGAIN! HE RUINED MY ONLY CHANCE OF A MEDICAL CAREER HERE! THAT INTERNSHIP WAS MY ONLY CHANCE! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHY I AM SO MAD? I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!” I scream at her, and I slam the door as I run into my room.