Last Chance (Bret Von Dehl)

Ashley Baby!

Everything that happens in my fan-fictions most likely never happened in real life.

***2 weeks later***

*****Nix's POV*****

I spent the last 2 weeks touring with The Relapse Symphony, most times were good even though we turned many corners sense the incident. Maybe, just maybe i got over my corner phobia. Yes, i made corner phobia a thing! I was scared of turning corners! Hence corner phobia. Anyway way off topic.

Bret found a Really... nice girlfriend. Hint the sarcasm. She wasnt nice at all, she was a total bitch. But, its not like i can really say anything to him. Most of the time, they spent in there room, or going out. While i on the other hand stayed close to either Alex or Tyler. If those two werent here, i'd stick close to Brandon or JC. No way in hell would i ever be in the same room alone with that blonde bimbo.

But, onto the topic of Ashley. She's one of those Jealous, bitchy types. She isnt the biggest fan of me, but we see eye to eye on that one. Im not a big fan of her either. The only reason she doesnt like me is because, she sees me as a threat. She thinks im going to steal her precious Bret. Which i wont, im not one of those people.

"Hey Bitch." Speak of the devil, the blonde barbie who we have to 'love' snickered. I simply rolled my eyes.

"Hi Ashley." Was my reply, which came out monotone. Why should i give her the satisfactory of getting upset? While she walsted her plastic self in here, i just continued on making my breakfast. Cereal.

"You know what? Your to big." She smirked, and i looked over at her. I scanned her waist, which was freakishly small.

"So? At least im not an anorexic stick." I shot back, ok that may have been a bit bitchy of me. Oh well.

She gasped, and i snickerd. "Maybe you could become this small if you quit eating, you cow." She snapped her eyes locked on her target. Me. She then smirked "Besides who would want an ugly whale like you?"

"Ok, first of all Whales and cows are cute. Second why would i quit eating? And third why should i care?" I asked, with a tentative smile. I was getting her wound up, but oh well. It was fun.

"You should care because your fat." She shot back, with a small whimpy growl. A gasp sounded after, and i can tell you know this gasp was not from me.

I turned around to see Tyler there, an angry look on his face. His eyes narrowed at Ashley "What did you just say about her?"

Ashley put that smirk back on her face, how i wish i could wipe it off. Meanwhile, while i tried to contain my anger, her eyes flickered between Tyler and Myself. "I said she's fat."

Tyler shook his head and kept his eyes narrowed on her figure. His jaw ground together, and his hands were in white knuckled fists.Shit. That was a bad move "She is not fat. You plastic bitch."

Ashley gasped again and held a hand over her heart, while i smirked "Your just a plastic barbie, Plastic cheeks, plastic boobs, plastic butt. Must i go on?" i asked.

"You bitch!" she snapped, and bret walked up to Ashley at that moment, his arms finding themselves around her plastic waist. Fake tears started to fall.

"What is going on here?" he asked, glaring at me.

"You little girlfriend here was calling me fat and calling me a bitch. I simply stood up for myself." I said, turning back to my cereal.

"Thats heard to believe Nix. Ashley wouldnt say anything like that." Bret snapped and turned around "Stay away from my girlfriend."

"Whatever Bret. Your girlfriends a bitch anyway." I smirked and finished getting my food.

This should be intresting