The Billionaire and the bad girl.

Chapter 6

Ava's pov.

I was currently just staring at my ceiling thinking about life. I tend to this a lot since I kind of have a boring life. Yeah the stealing and stuff is fun but it kind of gets old after a while. Maybe one day I will be able to have a normal life. Maybe one day I won't have to worry about my past tracking me down. Both those seem very unlikely since my life always just seems to get worse.

For some reason I have a feeling that James is gonna be a huge impact on my life, but I have thought that about different people and they just made it worse. 

God I hope James is a good guy.

I mean I like him not like like him but I like him as a person. He's funny, smart, hot, nice, and he seems to be able to deal with my snappy attitude which is a good sign. I wonder how he got to where he is. I'm just glad he doesn't brag about his money, he is kind of arrogant but I am sometimes arrogant to. So it's not just him. 

I will tell you one thing that is or sure he is hot as fuck. He's not sexy as fuck because that's my thing, but he is hot as fuck. He has awesome hair and a awesome style, and don't even get me started on his eyes.

Wait why am I even thinking about him?

Because you like him

What no I don't.

Yes you do.

Um...no I don't, I don't even believe in love.

Who said anything about love?

Ugh.

I shook my head getting rid of my thought's. I stood up from my bed and walked over to my desk. I sat down on my crappy desk chair and pulled out my sketch book and pencils, and started drawing. I'm an alright artist, I wanted to go to college for art but I couldn't afford it. So I just taught myself and I am alright. My friends and by friends I mean my gang and James, well they are my only friends everyone else is scared of me. Anyway they don't know I do art hell nobody does only me, so I have never heard anyone else's opinion on my art.

I never really pay attention to what I'm drawing I kind of just let my pencil and my hand guide everything. So that's why I'm surprised at what I've drawn. I drew a portrait of James, he was sitting at a bar looking at me. You couldn't see me since I was drawing it from my perspective. It was from the night that we first met at the bar. 

I decided I should probably hide the picture since I don't want James to see it. Not that he would I mean people usually don't come in my room, my living room is more of the hang out place. 

Last night was fun we all ate our pizza and watched movies, we even did some prank calls. I know that is what 10 year old kids do at slumber party's, but we don't give a fuck it's fun. I looked at the time to see it was 2:32 pm. I huffed and just decided to hang around the house all day.

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It was now 5 pm and I was eating Ben and Jerry's ice cream out of the tub. When you live alone like me you get to do that, I also drink out of the milk carton. I do have guest over that like to eat my food but what they don't know won't kill them. My phone started ringing making me jump a little. I didn't bother to check the caller ID before picking it up.

"Hello?"

"Aw Ava you picked up" I heard my boss Martin speak on the other line.

"Oh hey Mar what's up?"

I know you may think it's weird that I call my boss Mar when he is my boss. But he is more like family to me and he knows it.

"Just wanted to say you have a client tonight, they just scheduled a appointment today"