Dyed Hair Rock Show [Michael Clifford]

Scheming // Part 13

DAYS LATER; TUESDAY

After a couple days, Ashton was back to normal. He was all himself again, and I was really happy he was back.

I agreed to go out to dinner with him for fun tonight at a cheap but good food place.

"Michael," I said. "You shouldn't be jealous or mad, it's just a dinner."

And, of course. Michael didn't like it. He was mad.

"No, it's not. I see the way you get eyes from him, he adores you. I'm mad, Rachel. That you accepted a dinner with him." He said.

"What, because we're going to eat food, and talk as friends? You know what, you be mad. Goodbye," I hung up. I was mad, it was rediculous. He might as well just hire a detective to sit under the table.

It was only 5 minutes until my dinner with Ashton, and I was all set. I was wearing this ACDC shirt and a plain black leather skirt over it, with Vans. My hair was in a normal ponytail, nothing special. Then the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to see Ashton standing there in black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a suit top. Well, well. He looked sharp.

"You look nice," He smiled at me.

"Thanks, you do too."

He led me out to his car and we drove down to the resturaunt we were eating at.

"I love this place," I said as we sat down.

"They're great, right?" He asked.

I nodded, then we ordered our food.

"The prices are good and the food is so much better." We agreed.

"So what's up with the whole look anyways?"

"Well," he said. "I don't know. It's just there. It's my thing,  I guess."

"Oh, nice. I guess this outfit is the thing my friend taught me. I hate it 3/4 of the time."

He laughed.

~~skipping dinner~~

Ashton and I walked up the block then to his car and back to my place, sitting on my couch with two glasses of just wine.

"So his hair's red now?" he asked.

"Who? Oh, him. Yeah, I helped."

"What's the matter? Is he mad we went out for dinner?" Ashton asked, upset at that, but also the 'oh-so-typical' feel.

I shrugged, "Apparently."

"Well," he leaned towards me, kissing my lips. "He'd be mad that I'm treating you right now." He smirked sexily and kissed me again. And again.

"Fucking stop it," I told myself. But I didn't. I kissed him, and fell back onto my couch. Then memory from the other night kicked in.

"Ashton, stop," He kissed me and broke away.

"What?" He asked.

"I can't. I mean, yeah, I'm mad at him but I can't just sleep with you because of that."

"But a make out session is?" He said, going for another kiss, but I turned away.

"Alright, alright. Well, I respect your decision.. I guess." He said.

Then there was a sudden knock on the door. I got up and answered the door.

"What are you doing, kissing him?" Michael asked upset, walking inside as I closed the door.

"I didn't try to-" I started.

"You called me, and I answered it. I heard your conversation, I heard the kissing," he accused me.

"I don't remember calling you, I have my phone right there on the table the whole time," I said honestly. Ashton say there awkwardly. We both looked at him.

"Ashton, you bastard," Michael said and walked out, getting in his car.

"Please, just- Leave," I said.

"But-" He looked at me.

"Leave, now." I said, pointing to the door. He only stood up. "Now."

He went out the door and to his car, driving away.

"Michael, I'm so sorry," I said.

"How could you not know?" He asked.

"Because, I'm not the type to judge people from what I hear," I said.

"Well, you try getting girls you've really liked swooped away dozens of times, over and over." He said, and hung up. I knew that.. I know.. Michael, ugh.

"He set you up," Luke said, as I told him what happened over the phone.

"Ya think?"

"He's done it before," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"He's done it before, it's not that hard."

"I know. Shut up. By the way, you and Hazel-" I started.

"Let's not talk about it." He said abrupt.

"If Sam finds out, you're so dead."

"Fuck, shut up," he said.

I smirked, "Fine. But don't tell Michael I was actually kind of kissing back."

I hung up and texted Michael Look, when you're not mad at me for something I didn't do, let's go on a walk for ice cream or something.(:✌

let me be in peace for a day. bye.

Oh.

My phone buzzed, a text from Ashton Sorry about tonight..

You wanna do it again?  Sent.

A/N:

Haha, it's 4 AM and I'm tired. Deal with the suspense okay, ily vote bye :)