eighteen ➳ punk a.i.

Chapter Six

His eys narrow and switch from sudden fear to a mix between curiousty, anger, and jealousy. His eyes keep darting between something behind me and my own eyes. I turn around to see what I'm looking at, or should I say who I was looking at. It was Ashton, eyeing my brother in pure anger and rage.

I can't go anywhere without him showing up in every corner I take. I don't know why he feels like I need protection and that I'm "his". I'm no ones and it's going to stay that way.

Ashton starts to walk over to our booth and I quickly get our waiters attention and get our check. I put a fifty-dollar bill down, not even worring about how big the tip is. "Tyler, c'mon, let's go," I grab my bag and start to walk out the door, my brother closely behind. I decide to act like the whole coversation at the cafe never existed.

"W-why are we leaving so early?"

"I forgot I have to go pick out furniture for the apartment," I quickly walk towards the sidewalk to grab a cab back to the apartment, forgetting this whole range of effects with Ashton. I don't know why he's so obsessed with me. We've never hung out, talked.. anything.

"But it's only 10 in the morning, Jess!"

"There's a sale, now get in!" I protest. After a few moments of scilenece, he decides not to fight back and gets in the cab.

"Where to, Miss?" The crabby cab driver asks as he turns around to face us. I quickly tell him our destination and try to distract myself by picking at my nails, a habit of mine I've had ever since I was a little girl that I've never been able to break.

Thankfully, my little brother didn't ask many questions. Once our drive was over, I paid the strange man and I walked straight up to the apartment, my brother following close behind.

"Um, this isn't exactly Ikea.." I shake my head as I unlock my apartment door, letting both of us in.

"Okay, I lied. I just had to get out it there. Don't ask me too many questions about it, okay?" I snap at him, which I never do. My head is spinning over the whole thing and I'm puzzled.

"Yeah, well suck it up, big sis. I'm asking anyway. Who was the guy that was eyeing you at the table and giving me deathly glares?" I groan, slapping my purse on the counter and stomping to the living room, where there is only a small couch, lamp, rug, and a tv for right now. "Speak," he gets impatient and follows me into the room.

"His name's Ashton. He's been stalking me for the past few weeks and he's obsessed with me, but I don't know why. He's a creep, extremely rude, and not someone I want to be associated with."

"Huh.." He seems puzzled but I don't care. We're most likely thinking the same thing about this situation.

"It's not that big of a deal, okay? I promise. I've got everything under control," I ease his worries. He's always cared for me over himself and I don't want him to worry about me too much, he's got his own problems.

"Don't let him hurt you. I won't let it happen," his tone is serious and I can tell he's burning inside just by the thought that Ashton might hurt me.

"Trust me, I've got this under control," I lie, swallowing hard. I don't know what I'm doing to do about Ashton. I just have to act collected for my brother, for his sakes.

IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE BUT I WAS SO BUSY BUT IM BACK IM PROMISE AND IM SORRY THIS CHAPTER SUCKS BUT YEAH I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANKS FOR ALMOST 3K READS OH MY GOD