Out of My Limit

Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE:

**Violet’s POV**

“OMG VI ASHTON JUST POSTED A KEEK OF HIMSELF IN THE CAR I THINK HE IS ON HIS WAY HERE AWW HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THAT FACE OR THAT LAUGH IT IS JUST SO PRECIOUS!” Jo yells from inside the living room.

I am pacing back and forth in my bedroom trying to figure out what the hell is going on right now. Ok so, you may be thinking, “Why is she even mad in the first place?” Well here is why. 1. My boyfriend of 5 years dumped me yesterday. 2. I got coffee spilled on me this morning which made me late to a 3. Very important interview that could’ve changed my path in the medical carreer. I know I have no right to blame it on this poor guy but it just hasn’t been the best of times right now. And this guy is being all weird and creepy and is on his way to my house which  isn’t really helping.

I stop and look at myself in the mirror in my room. I look awful, and this guy, whom I’ve never met before, told me how he was lost in my beautiful. That is either one of the nicest and sweetest or most creepiest thing I have heard in quite some time. I decide that I need to look at least somewhat presentable.

I hop into the shower, but I don’t wash my hair; that’ll take too long. I walk into my room and put on a pair of jean shorts, a t-shirt that I had from a way long time ago, and stick my thick brown hair into a messy bun.

I stay in my room, lying on my bed because I really am in no mood to talk to a complete stranger. Just as I close my eyes, a really loud knock fills my eardrums.

“I’LL GET IT OH MY GOD IT’S PROBABLY HIM VI!” I hear Jo shout.

I hear her open the door, and then a slapping sound.

I jump off my bed and race to the front door.

“Jo are you okay? Did he hurt you?” But I am dead wrong. Jo isn’t the person I should be asking if they are okay.

Ashton, the Starbucks boy, is standing in front of me holding his face. A red hand mark is developing across his left cheek.

“That was for spilling coffee on Violet this morning. By the way I’m really sorry I am actually like, a huge fan and I would never do that to you I am really sorry oh and I ship Lashton and Cake and Malum I’m just so conflicted and oh my gosh Gotta Get Out when you sing that little part I can’t ev-”

“JO! I think he has heard enough. I’ll deal with him from here,” I say to her, gesturing that she leaves the room.

Jo exits, and it is just Ashton who is still on the front step, and myself next to the front door.

“Uh, may I come in?” He asks sheepishly.

“Sure. Look, I didn’t mean to get so upset with you earlier. I mean, I don’t even know you! I have just been having a rough week, that’s why I let out all of my anger on you.” I explain to the curly-haired blonde boy.

“Well, it’s alright. I just wanted to say I’m sorry for not paying attention. Can I tell you something? And this may sound really weird but I have been having this re-occurring dream where I go to Starbucks, a girl spills coffee on me, and we end up getting married. The thing is, that girl is you.” He looks at me anxiously, waiting for a reaction.

“Um, ok well thank you for stopping by but I really think you should go. Maybe I’ll see you around,” I say to him as I show him the door. “Bye Ashton.”

I close the door, and run to Jo’s room.