Ashton's Lie

chapter three

I stare at Ashton like he's grown two heads. I laugh hysterically and clap slowly. "Wow," I say. "That's a good one." I wipe a fake tear away. "I don't think so, buddy."

"Come on," he nearly pleas. "It won't hurt anybody. It's not like you care about your image or reputation. I need your help and you're the only one who can do this."

I pout. "Too bad, so sad."

He steps forward, making me back up until I hit the door. His height is intimidating as he looks down at me. He puts both arms on either side of my head, trapping me.

This little motherfucker ...

I shrug. "Your reward sucks."

He smirks. "Many girls would die to get to me."

I cringe. "Well, if I wanted to kill myself, I would climb your ego and jump to your IQ." I hate to admit he's agonizingly handsome.

He looks at me in awe and admiration. "This is why you're perfect for the role," he says. "Look at you, all badass and not your typical teenage girl. You're fucking perfect!"

I fake blush. "Stop it," I gush. "You're flattering me." I push my hair back.

He grins and tsks at me. "Sweetheart, I could do so much better." He becomes serious and takes my hand. "Be my girlfriend."

"Our parents are enemies," I remind him.

He shrugs and caresses my knuckles. "Even better," he says lowly. "My parents are the reason I'm doing this. I want to destroy their popular image and I'm sure your parents want the same."

"Are you kidding?" I ask. "That's cruel, and manipulative and just pure evil! What kind of heartless son would want to plan a vendetta against his parents?!" I screech.

He looks at me as if he's waiting for something.

I slowly smirk. "I'm your girl."

He smirks and nods. "You're my girl."

Houston opens the door, looking between the two of us.

"We're caught," I whisper to Ashton.

Houston cocks an eyebrow. I take Ashton's hand and wrap an arm around his waist, his arms stay at his side, confused at what I'm doing.

"I'm so sorry, Houston!" I cried out. "It's just ... He's so handsome and irresistible and I just couldn't help myself! Please don't tell my parents!"

Houston shakes his head. "Get some sleep, kid."

I wave Ashton goodbye and stand inside the foyer, waiting for Houston to get inside. He talks to Ashton for a second but I can't hear what they're saying.

Houston looks startled when he sees me. I don't blame him, I look scary in the dark. "What's going on with you two?" he asks lowly.

I shrug. "We're dating."

"Since when?"

"Since five minutes ago," I replied.

He releases a breath and tells me to go to bed. That's probably the fifth time someone told me to sleep but now I'm all curious about Ashton's proposition. The guy is hot and famous but I'm not going to be one of his whores.

I skip my way up the stairs and get ready for bed. My phone vibrates and I jump onto my large bed and read my text message upside down.

I'll pick you up in the morning, It says.

Ashton Marshall, you little stalker ...

My phone slips and hits my face. I clutch my nose and groan in pain.

Maybe I'll look bad tomorrow to start off our relationship ...

Sounds like a good idea.

♠♠♠

Unfortunately, my nose didn't look as bad as I hoped. I brush my hair as I wait for my dumbass boyfriend to hurry up and pick me up but he's taking forever.

And guys say us girls take forever.

I get my bag and jog downstairs into the kitchen, to see everyone siting at the table eating breakfast.

"Hola, familia," I greet and pick up a bagel.

"Good morning, love," My parents mutter, busy on their phone.

I clear my throat and sit straighter like I'm prepared for a speech. "I have something to tell you all," I start off.

Everyone continues ignoring me. I take that as a sign to continue. "I am dating Ashton Marshall and we are in love."

The kitchen becomes silent.

My mom drops her fork. My dad squeezes his phone and my brother has his mouth opened widely. I bend over the table and close his mouth. "You'll catch flies," I state.

My mom clears her throat. "Uh, honey, when ... When did this happen?"

I shrug. "Last night."

"You said you were in love?" my father asks, clearly catching my small mistake.

"Love at first sight," I lie smoothly.

"Are you guys getting married?" Teddy asks excitedly.

"Not until I'm eighteen," I fake being upset.

My mother coughs as my father gapes at me.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" I assure.

They both relax and I take that opportunity.

"After the baby comes," I say.

My father spit takes and my mother faints. I stand up immediately. "Houston," I shout, running over to her.

Houston runs into the kitchen with his gun on alert. He wasn't just a chauffeur, he was a badass chauffeur retired from the army and my personal bodyguard.

"What happened?" Houston asks.

"I don't know," I lie. A honk outside caught my attention.

Teddy runs to the kitchen window. "It's Ashton!"

I check my mom for a pulse and kiss her forehead and my dad goodbye. School's important is what they always say.

I jog out to see Ashton's Ferrari out front. I hop into the passenger seat when he steps on the gas. I glare at him. "I didn't buckle yet," I snap.

"You weren't quick enough," he shoots back.

"You weren't quick enough." I mimic.

He glares at me but I ignore him. He drives fast so we wouldn't be late. "So what's up with our relationship?" I decide to ask.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, why do you want to destroy your parents?"

He stays silent for a moment before answering. "I just need your help," he says. "Willingly or unwillingly." he looks at me. "Any objections?"

I shrug. "I just don't like the attention that much."

He chuckles. "Sorry sweetheart, but once you're with me, attention will be the least of your problems."