Something About Being A Mate... Whaaat?

Chapter Fourteen: I have friends again!

I can hear something... music?

I stir in my bed and groan. Is that my phone? Yes, it is! My phone is ringing!

I lean over and grab it off the bedside drawer, "Hello!"

"Meet me at Hungry Jacks in five."

"What?"

"You heard me, Ash. Be there, please."

"Jesse?"

"Yes."

"What's going on?"

He sighs, "I can't tell you, I'm sorry."

He can't tell me? He can't tell me, hah, "More like you won't tell me..." I grumble.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I yawn, "Look Jesse, I'm tired and I'm shitty, so... I'm going back to sleep."

"No!"

I groan, "What is your problem!? You ignore my text messages and now you want to see me? Well, I don't want to see you!"

"I know and I wish I could explain to you why I had to, Ashlyn! But I just can't right now, okay?"

"Yup, whatever. I'm still going back to sleep."

I start to pull the phone away from my ear and I can distinctively hear Jesse's desperate voice, "Please, Ash. This is really important."

I groan, "Fine, whatever!" I hang up and get out of bed.

Is this really necessary? I look down at my phone, it's 12... it's lunch time, what the hell? Hungry Jacks, here I come.

My phone vibrates in my hand, just as I grab my keys. I slide the screen and look at the message from Sam.

-Hey want 2 meet up?

I sigh and reply with:

- No thanks, I'm busy today. Sorry, maybe some other time?

- But it's important!

I shake my head. What is up with these two today? They ignore Me and now they want my attention? And it's important? This is bullshit!

Maybe I should ditch them for awhile and see how they like it.

Here goes nothing...

I'm sitting in a booth at Hungry Jacks, still waiting for Jesse to even show up. He did say five minutes, didn't he? It's been at least fifteen and I got here five minutes late.

Finally the door opens and I can see Jesse walk in. He looks around desperately and rather quickly. When he spots me, he rushes over, "You're late." I say briskly.

He looks at me apologetically, "I'm so sorry, Ash. I just..."

"You just what?"

I tilt my head and study him. He lets out a sigh/half grunt, "Nothing."

He's lying to me...

"What?" I snap, "You know Sam, yeah? My best friend? She wanted me to see her," I pick up my purse and phone and stand, "So I'm not gonna stand here and listen to some bullshit you've got to say and not tell me the whole story."

He grabs hold of my arm, "Ash. Sam contacted you?"

I look at him and frown, "Yeah, why wouldn't she?"

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles. His smile is so fake and forced that he may as well be screaming it, "What did she say?"

"Um... That she just wants to see me." Not that it's any of your business.

"Did she say it was important?"

What? Why would he even think it is? Well... If I wasn't suspicious beforehand, I hell of a sure am now, "Yes, why?"

He sighs and places his head on his hand and mumbles something on the line of, "I knew this would happen." He snaps his head up and looks straight at me, "Look Ash. I know this sounds weird and I know you might not listen. You need to stay away from her, just until I let you know it's safe."

I frown at him and slowly look away. What the fuck is he talking Sam? Sam would never do anything to purposefully hurt me. Would she..?

Well, she did ignore you for like two weeks.

The second voice in my head replies.

I look back at Jesse, "And what makes me think I should trust you?"

He chuckles, "I thought you'd say that." He pulls something out of his pocket, "So, I wrote this for you."

He passes over a folded piece of paper, "Don't open it in public and don't show anyone."

"I..." I take it off him and look at him, unsure. Something in his eyes is just screaming out for me to trust him though. I sigh and pocket the note, "Okay."

He grins and slams his arms down on the table, "Now. Can I get you something to eat, Mi'Lady?"

I grin toothily at him, "You know just how to get to my heart.