Ashlyn Ross is a normal teenage girl -to the outside world that is. she has a secret identity and only her parents and trusted trainer knows.
she's a gang boss that even her gang members don't know who she is. she goes by Rose and that's that. her...
i opened my eyes with a smile on my face. but then i remember why that smile was there. shit! i totally slept with Luke! in the back of a stranger's car! what the fuck is wrong with me?! why on earth would i do something so stupid?! i stood up and went to my closet to get dressed. today was Friday, and i was going cliff diving with Flora later. we were going straight there, so i would need to take a bag of things to wear. i grabbed a black bandage bikini, stuffing it in my empty pocket of my backpack, along with a pair of dark purple flip flops and my dark sun glasses.
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i grabbed some clothes for the day and slipped into them. tight leather pants and high heeled boots with a bright right tank top and black leather jacket.
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i put on black eyeliner and mascara, quickly swiping the bright red lipstick over my lips, making them look more full. i usually didn't wear lipstick, but i did when i was trying to intimidate someone. it usually worked with my cold glare shooting daggers from under my thick black lashes.
i thudded down the stairs with my thick boots, across the floor in the living room and to the kitchen. i grabbed a granola bar then turned, freezing where i stood. Noah stood in the kitchen in front of me, arms crossed.
"where were you last night?" he asked.
"i went to a party."
"was there beer?" he asked. why does it matter now? my parents never care, let alone him.
"yes." i gave him a look that said what the fuck duh, holding up one hand in that gesture. "i wouldn't have gone if there wasn't."
"why did you go?" he asked.
"oh my god, Noah. I've been to a million parties just like that one. why does it matter now?
"somebody found a pair of boxers and a leather jacket in the back of their car." he said. "the jacket had lipstick on the collar."
"so?" i asked, my hand going back up.
"so it was your shade of lipstick. you don't wear any other shade."
"Noah, seriously? that brand is so popular, and so is that color. don't you think there's the slight possibility that somebody else had the same shade?" i said sarcastically.
"i suppose your right." he said, stepping aside after a pause to let me through. i sighed and gratefully went out to the front door, gripping the handle.
"don't be getting pregnant, Ash." he called. my parents were already at work, and i spun to look at him. my mom had had me when she was twenty, cutting her criminal lord name short for seventeen years.
"what the fuck, Noah!" i threw my hands up, and spun to the door when he shrugged. i tossed my bag into Noah's car like i usually do and ran to my bike, desperate to escape from Noah's pregnancy lecture. i mean what the fuck? he's twenty seven and I'm seventeen!! i started my bike and tore out of the driveway, burning rubber and leaving the burn marks on the garage floor. i sharply turned onto the main road and flew down the road towards school. i can't skip today, because otherwise I'd get expelled for missing a whole week of school. strict i know. it's bullshit, but i can't afford to get kicked out of another school. and especially not this one. Flora's here.
i pulled up to school, parking in my spot. i cut the engine and looked around. everyone was watching and i grinned. i pulled my helmet over my head and shook out my hair. i threw down the kick stand and tossed my leg over the bike, getting off. i carried my helmet under my arm, and headed to where Flora was sitting at a picnic table with her other friends. i pushed their magazines out of the way and sat on the table, making them hiss in rage. Flora just smiled at me.
"what's up, bitches?" i asked. Flora knew i was just teasing, but i chuckled at the other girls' reactions.
"we're just going through prom dress ideas." Flora said.
"ya, and i don't recall you ever being invited." one of the girls with bleach blonde hair glared at me.
"i don't recall you ever saying i couldn't come sit on a public bench with my best friend. you guys are just side bitches." i snickered at her reaction. she fumed, standing up to stand in front of me.
"you're just a pathetic little whore. you think you get all the boys, but i have the one boy you don't." she smirked.
"there's a lot wrong with that." i shifted in my seat, lifting my finger at her. "first of all, you don't know me. so you have no right to judge me. just like i have no right to call you a seductive fake dirty cunt, but i just did considering you just did." she opened her mouth but i cut her off.
"second, i don't think i get all the boys, i know i do. third, just because i tease them, doesn't mean i sleep with them, unlike some people. fourth, i can have any single one of those guys over there, crowding around Luke Murphey. hell i could have Luke if i wanted, but i don't."
"well too bad, because he's with me." she smirked.
"have you had sex yet?" i asked. she blushed, looking anywhere but me as she stumbled over her words.
"exactly. you're not with him. you're just a toy." i said. "i would know. I'm bad, just like, if not worse than him." i winked.
"you, bitch!" she slapped my face. i blinked.
"that all you got, you fake, repulsive toy?" she hissed and spit in my face. i reached up, wiping it off my face as her face turned to victory.
"you can't do anything right, can you?" i asked. then i spit in her face, and there was so much more mucus on her face, where her spit was just a few droplets of saliva. she gasped, running her hands down her face and wiping off my spit.
"hey, Flora. she finally looks like what she really is!" Flora giggles. she wasn't really friends with these bitches, i just have terrible fashion sense if it isn't black so she was asking them for advice.
the blonde looks at me with narrowed eyes and growls. i raise my eyebrows up and chuckle. that was her breaking point, and she jumped at me, tackling me to the ground.
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CAT FIIIGHT!! well, actually, i would qualify Ashlyn as a wolf, so i think it would be more accurate to say wolf Vs mountain lion. :)
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