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Recap
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Ring ring, ring ring.
Now is the moment of truth to find out who 'mystery boy' is..
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Ashton's POV
I press accept, mentally screaming inside.'Hello?' I managed to squeak out.
'Hi.. Is this Ashton?' He voice sounded sexy. 'Thanks!'
'Wait, I said that out loud..' I blushed furiously.
'Yes, obviously you did,' he chuckled.
'Oops,' I laugh nervously and look at Zoe who had a huge smirk on her face. I put my fingers over my lips and winked at her. She nodded.
'Soooo.. Can you tell me your name yet?' I ask.
'Gee, no wonder why I named you Pushy Ashie,' he joked.
'Wait, what?' I say confused.
'Um, never mind. But I can't tell you my name, yet, anyway.'
I frown, Zoe still has that smug look on her face like she knows something, i eye her out, I stop when she puts the Time Out sign with her hands.
'Hey, I'll be right back, I am going to leave my phone on the bed, I'll be 2 minutes max, OK?' I look at Zoe, who exits silently out of my room.
'Ok.. I'll be on the other end..' He sounds unsure.
'Thanks BooBoo,' I smile before jumping off my bed and bounding down stairs to the kitchen.
'What?' I ask, obviously disappointed.
'Do you have any idea who you are talking to?' Zoe whispers loudly.
'Yes, mystery boy..'
'No! It's the Brooklyn Beckham!' Zoe screams.
'Shush! He is up there. And no way it's not him!' I cry.
'Oh, it is, now confront him!' Zoe pushes me upstairs, following closely behind.
'Back!' I yell into the phone.
'Ouch, that hurt my ears..' Supposedly 'Brooklyn' cries..
Brooklyn's POV
'Back!' Ashton yells into the phone.'Ouch, that hurt my ears..' I cry.
'Sorry..' Ashton laughs. 'I think I know who you are..'
My eyes grow wide, crap.. Please don't say the name, please don't say the name..
'Who?' I managed to sigh out.
There was a silent pause.
'Brooklyn Beckham..' She whispers.
SHIT! How on earth did she figure that out.
'Uh, that's not me..'
'Oh. I don't believe you..' Ashton complains. 'You can trust me!'
I sign. 'No, it's not me. My name is Jordan McLean.'
'Really?' Ashton asks, sadness running through her voice.
'Yeah, sorry to disappoint you.' I run my hand through my hair.
I lied, and I am very bad at it.. I can't believe she took the bait..
'Hey, I gotta go BooBoo, bye..' Ashton said to me.
Before I got the chance to say bye, she hung up on me. Ouch.
AN
this sucks, this is another short chapter.. Sorry! I promise next chapter will be longer then this one! Thanks!
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FanfictionAshton Grace, an ordinary girl, not famous or anything. Brooklyn Beckham, son of David and Victoria Beckham, famous and filthy rich. When the pair cross paths, not literally, on technology, what will happen? Read to find out :D