Ashlynn Williams: Girl Undisputed

Unwanted Attention

A/N: Girl in the picture is not Ashlynn but I think it shows a strong side to women so I put it up. I'll add a photo of Ashlynn in the next chapter, maybe. P.s this chapter is a lot longer and I revised the first chapter if you read it already then read it again please I only changed a little part.

     After an uneventful night spent in my luxury apartment eating chinese food I'd picked up on my way home, I'd spent the morning ensuring my place was spic and span. Now I'm a little O.C.D when it comes to clean. I had a ritual. Clean the pots, dry, then put away. Disinfect/bleach surfaces in kitchen and bathroom. Make the bed, fold and put away any clothes. Hoover everything throughout, then scrub the floors by hand. I then spent an hour in the gym down stairs on the ground floor for a quick warm up on the weights etc. Then back upstairs, I grab a towel from the stack in the cupboard and head to my gleaming bathroom for a scolding shower which I finish with a quick rinse in a ice cold blast.

     I had just finished my shower and as I stepped out I grabbed my fluffy towel wrapping myself up and one for my long hair, a pair of slip on white slippers which I stepped into. I studied my reflection, tousled long brunette hair, naturally highlighted by the sun, hazel eyes that changed depending on my mood, at the moment they were brown around the edge and green flecks from the centre to the pupil. Full lips a natural pink, cheek bones a model would kill for and thin arched brows. I didn't see the big fascination with big thick shit clogging up my pores. Occasionally for 'family' Christmas I was apply a stroke of peachy toned shimmer under my cheek bones, a flick of voluminous mascara and my favourite Armani lip gloss.

     Walking into my stark white bedroom, with high gloss bedroom furniture, I went to my chest of 8 draws and pulled out a black Nike sports bra, a pair black and white Calvin Klien thongs, opening the next draw I pulled out a pair of light grey cotton Nike sweats and a white off the shoulder top. On top on the chest I had angled an oval ornate silver framed mirror with my deodorants, various sprays, perfumes, brushes and few cosmetics in front. I grabbed a brush and yanked it through my hair before tossing it back on the unit. I put my dirty clothes and towels in the wash and flopped down with my legs over the low arm of my black leather corner sofa. I picked up the remote and turned on Criminal Minds.

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     At 1 o'clock my belly decided it needed food. Grabbing a cropped denim jacket, I left the apartment building through the glass front entrance. As I came to the heart of Nottingham I crossed Victoria Square to Greggs. Standing in line waiting to pay for my BLT on brown, Walkers and stawberry water I couldn't help but get fed up. The woman spent more time chatting with her customers than serving them. There were 3 people in front and to be frank she was plaiting fog if she thought I was waiting for 15 minutes while she spoke to each for 5 minutes each, then would be my turn to be engaged with her 5 minutes. Nope, not happening. It wasn't just me either some bloke behind me had been huffing down my neck every couple of minutes, perplexly looking around me down the queue.

Natter-natter. Huff. Natter-natter. Huff. Look. Natter-natter. Huff. Natter-natter. Huff. Look. Nat- Enough!

     Turning around I looked Mr. Impatient dead in the eye with a cold look, telling him silently if he breathed on me one more time he was going to be eating his own teeth, not the tasty looking ham salad baguette he'd picked out for himself. I moved out of the line once he'd taken a step back from the look and marched to the counter, the server looked at me confused, I gave her my sweetest smile before holding up my food in front of her eyes. She glanced at the products and opened her mouth probably to tell me to wait back in the line but I cut her off.

     "While it may seem like you have an abundance of time to chat instead of doing your job," by this point her jaw was on the counter from the slick sarcasm "Other people like to go about their days without delay. I happen to be one of them." I reached into my jacket pocket I counted out £3.50. "Now if you'd like to just ring these through and take the money, I'll be on my way." I gave her a cold hard look telling her not to argue.