The Wrong Guy

11. Overreacting

I somehow managed to get Jasper to give me a lift. His car was great and I was trying to figure out where I had heard his name before. Was it a book I read or maybe a movie? No idea.

"You owe me lunch by the way." I told him as we drove. He raised an eyebrow but his eyes stayed fixed on the road. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, thanks to your tantrum I couldn't get my food thus you owe me."I inform him. He let out a small laugh. "Keep telling yourself that." He retorts. I slapped his arm. "Hey." I shout.

His eyes never left the road. I find it funny that he didnt even ask where we are going. I mean where is he driving? I looked out the window and tried figuring out where on earth he was taking me. He could be kidnapping me for all I know.

"Uhmm where are you taking me?" I finally asked realising I have no idea where on earth we are.
"McDonald's." He said sighing. I lite up. "Omg really?!" I shout getting excited. I missed that lunch so of course I'm hungry. This is great!

I could see the amused grin on his face from the corner of my eye. "Are you paying?" He lets out a long sigh when I asked. "For myself yes for you....I don't think so." He said bluntly.

I gasped griping my chest as if I was shoot. "The pain...." I said pretend fainting. I head him try holding back his laughter. "My last words... I left the money...in the ...in the..." I continued to pretend die on the car seat. "....other bang that's at home so you need to pay." My last words I sat up and acted like I wasn't just dying and was normal.

This action caused us both to bust out in a fit of laughter. Our laughs filled the car. You couldn't even hear Taylor Swifts voice anymore. But once she started singing shake it off I had to join. I sang and Jasper blocked his ear mocking me.

Long story short he got me (after 30 minutes of arguing) a large McFeast meal with Pepsi and a McFlurry Oreo for desert. I paid no attention to his order but I did manage to steal some of his fries. I asked him to drop me off at the corner of my street and boy it was bark thank God for the lamps or I might have tripped over my own feet.

"I never got your name." He said while I got out the car with the spoon of ice cream in my mouth. "I know." I answered winking and closed the door. He didn't leave though, it just motivated him to ask again while rolling the window down. "I brought you 2 ice creams you defiantly owe me a name." He said smirking. "Unless you are willing to pay with-" my eyes widened knowing what he was going to say.

"Ashely! My names Ashely, please keep your dirty thought in your dirty head. " I comment sticking my tongue out in disgust. He laughed and drove off I could see the smirk on his face. Damn horny teenagers! Couldn't he target someone else with his sexually frustrated hormones!

I walked up my street and thanks to the power of Oreo mixed with ice cream, all my worries and disgusts vanished. That was until I got to the house.

I walked in the door with a smile on my face took off my shoes with a kick, hummed to a song I don't even know the name of then walked into the living room. I swear my heart jumped out my chest, heaven as my witness I almost dropped my ice cream and everyone knows the day I drop and waste food is the day money starts falling from the sky.

They all stood there faces scrunched into frowns glaring at me. All of them had there own mini areas as they did so. I would have laughed if this hadn't scared the life out of me.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?"Trevor finally shouts. His loud and obviously angry voice echoes through the quiet house. "Out." I said spoon still in my mouth. He wasn't amused "For Chris sake you could of at least called to tell us you where still alive..." He went on lecturing me I blocked him out because I knew it was same old same old. Danny also joined in. God overprotective much?