Beautifully Undone

Chap. 1 "Boo. You're mine now"

Asher's Pov

    "There are some people in this world that are too special to forget. The girl with that smile that makes your muscles weak, or a person you just met who showed you unusual kindness. For me? That person was Blake Richards. Her smile was enough to light up a room. Her laugh could turn anyone's head. She had this light about her that made people notice her. She was both that girl with the smile, and the person you just met. She was unforgettable..."

Oh, no please Ryan, continue with the speech, I thought to myself while he took a break to wipe his nonexistent tears. It was amazing how now that she was gone, she was a goddess to him. Two weeks ago he was saying, and I quote, "Ah, she's a bitch, but she's a great lay."

     So Blake wasn't this angel that they were making her sound, but she wasn't a bitch either. She was vocal, and had a mind of her own that she wasn't afraid to use. She had a sense humor that could make anyone laugh, and got any dirty joke that could have been made. "She's heard 'em and made 'em all," according to her. She had a fiery personality that made people uncomfortable if you weren't used to her. Yeah, she had some faults and some mood swings, but she didn't deserve this. An early death and her funeral filled with a bunch of crying bullshitters who two weeks before were calling her every derogatory name possible. 

   "She was brave, and heroic, the kind of person Disney wrote princesses about," Ryan Hue continued. First off, who the hell said that shit? And second off, 99 percent of the time they were together he was telling her to "lighten up, get that stick out of your ass all the time". But now she was brave? God, these people made me sick.

   I groaned and looked at the people in here. In the front row were her parents. They looked heartbroken. Key word? Looked. Blake's parents were home for one month of the year, and when they were there they treated her like crap.

   In the next row was one of her "bestfriends", Melissa Grier. She was drying her tears, and making small sobbing noises. She was the worst of them all. Mellie had a gift for telling people that they were wrong. That their hair wasn't a good color, or that their shirt didn't match their scarf, and most of them complied and changed it. But Blake? She told Mellie off every chance she could. They hated each other, but Blake was good for Mellie's reputation so she kept her. Out of all of them, I hated her the most.

   She noticed me looking at her, and gave me her devastated smile and mouthed to me, "it will get better" while reassuringly nodding at me, her makeup all down her face. She made me sick and I looked away from her with a scowl.

  Next to her was Abby Grant, who was rubbing Mellie's back soothingly and crying as well. She too was part of Mellie's and Blake's group. While she wasn't as bad as Mellie, she was still a bitch. She loved to torture people every way she could, and Blake was often subjected to it as well. The only one in their group I liked was Blake and her actual bestfriend, Bella Arlington.

   I looked over at her, and I saw her face blank. She truly looked devastated. And she was. She was one of the only people Blake relied on, and Bella relied on Blake as well. Mellie reached down for Bella's hand, but she pulled a way, a disgusted look on her face and got up. Everyone was staring at her like she was a horrible person when she walked out, but I knew. She was the only REAL person in here. Shortly after her, Blake's little sister Rosie got up and followed her, her cheeks tear stained.

   After the funeral, I looked for Bella but couldn't find her. Instead I found Ryan, my supposed friend.

  "Hey man, thanks for being here in these hard times," he said nodding at me appreciatively. I looked at him in disbelief.

   "Who's hard times? Name one person in there at the end who was truly there for Blake. Name one," I said angrily. He looked at me pissed.

   "How dare you say that. I was her bestfriend, I loved her more than anything," Said Mellie walking up to us and grabbing on to Ryan's arm. Her blonde hair was curled, and she was wearing a short black dress that didn't even reach mid thigh. This was a funeral, not a fashion show I wanted to tell her. Instead I said,

    "Mellie, where's Bella?" I asked with another scowl, not bothering to ask about her. I knew exactly how she was. Fine.

   "I don't know, I've been to busy grieving to wonder about her, Asher," and I snorted.

    "Oh cut the bullshit, Mellie. You didn't give a damn about her. Your probably happy that she's gone so now you can screw her boyfriend," I said nodding at Ryan. Everyone knew it, even Blake but she said nothing about it.

   She gasped and slapped me. Most people would look in shock, or say "what the hell?" But I didn't have it in me. I nodded and walked off, continuing my search for Bella. I walked to the front of the old church, and looked for her in the crowd of people coming out of it. When I didn't find her, I walked around to the back through an alley way. She was probably at Blake's stone. When I reached the end of the alley, I felt a hand grab me. Bella. I turned around and instead of seeing Bella's dirty blonde hair and pale complexion, I saw something else.

   Long dark brown hair, brown eyes and tan skin. She had a look of mischief in her eyes, with a touch of determination. She was beautiful in every way.

"Boo. You're mine now," she said with a grin.

                                      Blake.