My Own Happy Ending (Ashley's POV)

Chapter 2

               Pic is of Harley

Turns out we couldn't find Miracle at lunch so we agreed we'd tell her at the bus loop. Nicole, Miracle, and I, all ride bus. Well right now I don't, because of my injury. Despite that, like the loyal friend I am, I stay with them at the bus loop until they leave. My dad won't get to the school until at least 5:20 anyways.

Once we find Miracle, I make Nicole explain everything to her.

"I agree with Ashley. I feel bad for you." Miracle shakes her head. Nicole laughs bitterly.

"Yeah me too." Nicole stares hard at the ground. As if it has all the answers. Every now and then she'd glance around, assumingly, looking out for Samuel.

Once they both leave, I turn around and head back inside the school. I'm nearly there, when I'm dragged sharply into a hallway. I hiss at the pain that shoots through my knee, and turn to see my captor.

Harley.

I clench my fist tightly around the handles of my crutches.

"What do you want?!" I almost yell but remember there are still teachers about. He grins and it sends ice up my spine. That's not a grin full of good intent.

I decide that with no teachers in the classrooms surrounding us, and the schools practically deserted by now anyways, that this was not the time to stand and fight. I turned around and hobbled as fast as I could back the way I had come.

Now that I think about it...

STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! IDIOT!Right, your going to outrun a lean, muscled, powerful, perfectly healthy person.

Right.

You.

The one on crutches.

He caught me. (Ofcourse😓)

"Nope. Where do you think your going Kitten??" He grabs me around the waist with one arm and pulls away my crutches with the other. He put my crutches down against some lockers, in the corner area so as to not be spotted. And flung me over his shoulder. Holding me by the backs of my thighs. Don't think I don't try to get away, because I did. But my pill had stopped working a while ago and the pain was off setting to say the least. He brings me to a secluded area under the stair case and sits me down against the wall.

I try to bite him like I did before but he's watching out now. He kneels down in front on me. His knee between my leg, and his other leg brushing against my side. Even now he's still taller then me. I growl.

"Adams, I demand you return me to my crutches this instant. You'll be sorry if you do-" he cuts my off by putting his hand over my mouth.

"You really not in any position to give orders right now. I would suggest you be quiet and listen to me." I glare at him over his palm and don't move. He slowly takes his hand away.

"Leave Samuel alone, Kitten. You know how powerful he is, he can do whatever he wants and get away with it. It doesn't matter if it's your best friend, you cannot stop him. Especially while I'm around." He scowls.

"That's the problem with you stuck up bastards. You think that just for those reasons I'm going to back down??" I laugh. "I don't care who it is. My friends are part of me. Sure, we may not be the most popular, but I like it that way. I know who I can trust. And who I can't." I give him a meaningful look.

He's staring at me so intensely. Such beautiful green eyes. I find myself slowly getting closer before I snap out of it. Fuming, I look down to hide my red face from him. Are you out of it Ashley? Your not supposed to be attracted to him!! 

I feel him moving closer but I don't look up. Suddenly he's got a rough grip on my chin and is tilting my head up to face him. I prepare to let out another volley of rude words when he grabs my hand. He lifts it to his lips as if to kiss it. Then quick as lightning he bites my pointer finger. Hard enough to brake the skin but not draw blood. I yelp, surprised.

He laughs mischievously. "That's for earlier today." He looks back into my eyes, "If you interfere again, it will be me Samuel sends to take care of you." He Ruffles my hair, yet again, then stands back up. He winks, then proceeds to leave me there.

I finally release a breath I did not know I was holding.  Oh. My. Lord.

He is much too attractive to be this irritating. I cover my face with both my hands.

I managed to hobble back to my crutches, but I did. Albeit painfully, i need at least one to keep a lot of the pressure off my leg. I check my phone.

One missed call from: Dad
Dad:Hello...
Dad: I'm here, where...

I groaned. He's gonna kill me.