Monstrous (Sequel to Beastly)

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"Are you excited?" Ashley asked as he tossed me another shirt. I shoved it in my suitcase full of half of my closet and sat myself down on it to zip it close. I shrugged my shoulders, brushing the hair off of my shoulder.

"I mean, kind of. I'm going to miss Alex, and you guys, and Andy." I said quietly as I hopped off of the suitcase. Ashley flipped through his playboy as he laid on my bed.

"You're only a half hour away." Ashley said, his red eyes glancing up to meet mine. He smirked as he wiggled his brows. "You can come visit me any time you like."

"Stop it." I laughed.

Ashley rolled his eyes and continued to read his playboy. The boys all left around ten, as did Alex. I asked if she wanted to sleepover, however she knew Andy was sleeping over and wasn't too happy about being a third wheel. Andy had a shift from ten-thirty to two in the morning, so Ashley stayed to hang out.

Ashley actually grew on me. He was generally sweet, under the whole ego he had, and was honestly fun to hang out with. I could trust Ashley with anything, and if I had any issues with Andy, I knew I could trust him.

"Do you have a roommate?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm solo."

"Extra space for me." Ashley said as he stretched out his arms, trying to flex. I let out a laugh and flipped him off. Ashley tossed his magazine at me and I quickly swatted it away, letting it crash onto the floor.

"My babies!" He called as he jumped off the bed and reached for his magazine. I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed another bag. Opening up all of my drawers, I neatly shoved the clothes inside of my bag. "I guess I'm just nervous about us breaking up or something, and still have to see each other daily."

Ashley shot me a glare. "Snow, are you kidding me? The only way you two would split is if you ended it, and if you did— I'd tear your throat open and rip your guts out." My eyes went wide as I looked at him, slowly grabbing my neck. Ashley bared his fangs at me.

"What if he finds a cuter girl?" I asked.

"Cuter than you?" Ashley cooed as he slid himself off the bed. I folded my arms across my chest and sighed, looking down at the floor. Ashley came by me and slid his cold hands up and down my arms, telling me to look at him.

"You've got nothing to worry about, okay? Why are you always worrying?" Ashley asked me, tilting his head to the side a bit. I let out a sigh and shrugged my shoulders. "He's definitely not going anywhere. He's staying right here with you. You're the light of his dark life."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please."

"It's true." Ashley laughed.

"Can I be honest with you?" I asked him.

Ashley silently nodded his head as he stepped back, folding his arms over his chest. I took a deep breath in— this happened a few days ago, and I had not told Andy. "The other night when Andy and I fell asleep at my place, I— I had a dream about— well, about Scout actually."

Ashley's eyes went wide. "Why?"

"I dunno. She was literally everywhere in my dream and it was creepy." I told him, trying to remember the dream. I glanced down and let my eyes study the wooden floor beneath my bare feet, running along the darker details in each board. I took a deep breath.

"It started at the beach. We were on a date, and she walked past six— maybe seven— times and I couldn't see her face. Her hair was blowing in front of it, but by the third time I saw her." I told him. Vividly remembering each detail of the dream gave me a chill that ran along my spine.