After He Knew

chapter 13

It was now Friday, and I still haven't talked to Ashton. We did our project and got an A, which I'm very happy about, it means Ashton won't fail.

He's tried talking to me countless times, but I would put up a rude act and push him away or ignore him.

My thoughts have been messing with me all week, his words were like a song on repeat.

I want you.
I'll always be here for you.

I never imagined Ashton would have feelings for me, I know I have felt a bit if attraction...okay a lot of attraction towards him and maybe a few unexplained feelings, but I was really quite shocked.

Maybe I'm being to emotional, I want to cry every time I see him, but you know...that's normal.

No it's not.
School had finished about 2 hours ago and I couldn't be bothered with homework.

I plopped down in front of the TV with a bowl of chicken nuggets and mayonnaise. Then I popped in the Twilight Breaking Dawn DVD.

I absolutely loved Twilight. Imagine being in Bella's position. Being with Edward Cullen is like a dream, then you still have a hot werewolf boyfriend that likes you.

Ahhh, must be nice.

I got a phone call and answered without looking at the screen.

"Hello?"

"Babe, how are you?" I stiffened.

"Very well Troy, and how are you?" I said trying to sound interested.

"Fantastic, sorry to bother you, but I need you to collect something for me."

I sighed and became irritated, "what?"

"You know that guy you met at the bar? I know he's working for The North wind, and I want you to go there and find out exactly what their plan is."

I thought about it and shivered when I remembered those guys.

"Yeah, okay, I'll call you when I'm done."

"Great, I love you baby girl."

Should I say it back? I don't want to, but it would make him mad.

"You too." Okay, well technically I didn't say it back. Satisfied with my answer I stood up and took a shower.

I pulled on some dark ripped jeans, black Vans and a black jumper. I grabbed my bag and safely tucked my gun into it. Not taking any chances again.

I drove all the way to the bar, and parked my bike in the same spot as last time.

I walked inside the bar and felt more relaxed. I loved the vibe here. I searched around and found he was at the counter.

I walked up and made sure to keep my head down. I leaned my back against the counter and spoke, "How's your mother doing?"

He kept on cleaning the glass and smiled, "Very well actually, inf-...Wait, how do you..." he looked up at me and the smile slipped off his face, and was replaced by fear.

Nooo, don't be scared.

"It's you, what are you doing back here?" He said nervously, and fidgeted with the cloth.

"I told you I'd be back, and I'm glad your mother is alright." I smiled. He seemed to relax and gave a boyish smile.

"After you left me that money, I immediately payed for treatment, and it was like a miracle, she just got better and better. Thank you so much." He said.