Snuff

Chapter 3

I got home a good 2 hours later and I paced around my living room for a good 45 minutes before my roommate came home. She set her keys down and took off her jacket and then I called her to the living room. "CLAUDIA!!" I screamed and she comes in. "What did I do now?"she laughed and I just went into my rant. "She was there. She was fucking there." I growled and kept pacing. "Who? Who the fuck was where?" She asked and sips her coffee. "LYNN! SHE WAS AT THE SHOW. SHE SLEEPS WITH THE GUY THAT DROVE
ME HOME FROM THE BAR. SHE FUCKING RUINS EVERYTHING FOR ME. SHE RUINED MY RELATIONSHIP AND NOW SHES RUINING THIS. WHATEVER THE FUCK THAT IS. OH I WANTED TO PUNCH HER."I screamed and threw a book from the coffee table. Claudia sighs and sat in silence for a few minutes. "I have the best idea. Steal her man. Steal. Ashley." And I look at her. "How?" And she smirks. "Let's get you slutty clothes one dating a rock star would wear. Tongue him. Fuck him. Steal him from her. It's pure genius." And I stare at her for a few minutes and I bite my lip, really thinking about this idea. Was it worth it? What if he gets angry at me. This isn't who I am. I sighed and sat down rubbing eyes. "Claudia there has to be another way of going about things. I can't just slut my way into his arms. I wanna be me." I sighed and played with my hair. I don't know why I care all of a sudden? Maybe.. maybe because he helped me out with Dylan, that I feel like I need to date him? I don't know anymore.

A few days passed since the concert, and I haven't spoken to Ashley since. He knew that there was conflict between me and Lynn from the facial expressions we gave each other. He has tried to text me to talk about it. But honestly, I don't want to. I don't want to talk about Lynn. Not yet.

I paused my Netflix show and went downstairs to grab a bottle of chocolate milk and Claudia calls me over. I walked into the living room and Ashley was sitting on the couch and I sighed. He looked up at me and clears his throat. "Can we talk?" And he put his phone away. Giving him a betrayed look, "I guess." And I walked him to my bedroom and closed the door. I opened up my chocolate milk taking a sip of it and offered him to sit in my fluffy purple chair by gesturing to it. He took off his coat, hung it on my coat rack and sat down. So he plans on staying a while.. He must have a lot to say. Because I'm not saying a word. "Shianne." He began. "Lynn told me what happened. I made her confess to me. I had no idea it was her. And if I had, she wouldn't of been there at the show. I should of chased after you. It wasn't fair and I'm sorry. I don't want to lose you as you are my good friend." Fuck. I was friend zoned. I sat on the end of my bed and looked at him. "It's alright.. Just.. Are you two like.. A thing?" I sipped my chocolate milk again. Ashley laughs. "Nah. Just fuck buddies. Her boobs are pretty big. I like using them as pillows." And he laughs again and I look at him to see if he was joking but we wasn't. I just fake laugh and do a small eye roll and sip my chocolate milk.
We stayed silent for a good 20 minutes. I didn't want to speak and he just couldn't find a thing to say to keep the conversation flowing. He tried. And he failed. As I just wouldn't answer politely. I shrugged or nodded my way through and eventually he got up and sat next to me. He sat so close to me and he grabbed my hand and made me look at him. "Mila I'm really sorry.." And then he left me there. Just walked out and I sighed staring at the floor before realizing he left his coat. I stood up and walked over and grabbed it and I felt his pockets and found a few condom packets, gum, and I pull out this envelope. "The hell is this?" I opened it and found this new article from a long, long time ago. CAR ACCIDENT. DRIVER AND FRONT PASSENGER BOTH PASSED. TODDLER SURVIVED.
Why did he keep this? I put it back and felt for more things in his coat and only found a nickel and some more gum. I put everything away as I found it and kept thinking about that paper he had in his coat.
I fell asleep to the thought and had this dream of a young couple and a little toddler in the back seat of a Chevy. They were coming back from visiting family members when a tractor trailer pulled to fast on a sharp turn and slammed right into the car killing on impact. The toddler was protected by the seat and only suffered cuts and a few stitches in the knee which scarred.
Waking up at 3am. The first thing on my mind was Ashley. Was that his parents in that accident? Is that why he carried that around? I checked my phone a few times and seen a text.

"Did I leave my coat at your place?"