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...
(A/N sorry if anything is weird with this chapter or if i publish it mulitpule times. I'm having technical difficulties)
i opened my eyes and quickly showered and got dressed. I put on a tank top with holes in the chest and shoulders area and a pair or denim shorts.i put on my black combat boots. And just because I'm me, i put a black leather jasket overall. i hurriedly put on my makeup for the day, not even bothering with my bright red lipstick.
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i ran down the stairs and out to the garage, pressing the button aggressively and waiting for the door to rise. when it did, i took long strides to my bike and started it. it roared to life, shuddering slightly under me at first and then settling to a fierce vibrating. i tore off down the road, ignoring the honks and blares of the cars i cut off and sped past.
i pulled up to the school and parked my bike, looking around and finding no one else here except the teachers. i cut my bike's engine and just sat there, waiting anxiously.
my leg thumped up and down, jittering me and my bike as it went. where was Luke? maybe it was just me being paranoid. maybe there's nothing to worry about and he was fine. maybe i got mixed signals or just the wrong signal in general. i prayed that that's all it was, even though the gut feeling deep down churned and boiled, screaming and tossing around bad vibes like a football.
i watched as more and more teachers pulling into the lot, parking their cars and getting out, dragging all their folders and books with them. the grey clouds in the distance got closer as the wind pushed them overhead. the sky went from a beautiful dawn to a storm and i loved it. I've always loved the rain. it was chilly and the wind would always splatter the stinging droplets into my face, getting in my eyes and nose. it would soak my clothes and put mud on my boots.
the students started filing into the parking lot, parking their cars or rolling up the sidewalk on their skateboard. i watched, the same stormy feeling raging in my throat. the bad vibes sent a tingle from my gut, down my arms and legs. my leg continued to jitter up and down as i stared at the empty space next to me where Luke's truck would always be.
the clouds turned darker and darker, churning, the clouds rolled over each other before starting to sprinkle. i sat there, on my bike not caring the least bit. the wind picked up and blew in my face, tossing my hair over my shoulders and out of my face.
the wind battered my face numb and the rain painted me wet, causing my mascara to clump together. everyone went inside and i sat on my bike, not moving as they all went to their first class. the rain picked up, coming down in sheets, covering me with the cold wet. it drenched my jacket and boots. my jacket would be ruined, but i don't care.
where was Luke? a tear slipped down and mixed with the rain.
giving up, i stood from my bike and went inside, wiping off all my makeup and just putting one eyeliner and mascara since that was all i had.
i left the bathroom and headed to class. when i stepped into the doorway, everyone's eyes swiveled to me, drinking in my wet and dripping appearance. they took in my cold hard face and distracted, pain filled, eyes.
"why are you late?" the teacher demanded. she had almost yelled it and i turned my dead eyes to look at her face.
"I'm just having a bad day." i croaked. she studied my dead, almost fish like eyes and her face softened.
"take a seat." she nodded.
"wait, you're not going to give her detention? or even give her a lecture, telling her to see you after class?" the bitchy rich girl, Beth, exclaimed. we were equally rich, but she was bitchier and i was stronger. she was a girly girl, i was a tomboy badass. she wore pink, i wore black. she was a bitch, i wasn't.
"everyone has bad days, Beth." the teacher said sternly. i didn't say anything the entire day but just sat in my chair, moving from class to class, waiting.
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i pulled up in front of Luke's house and walked up, knocking on the door. Luke's mom opened the door since she was an author and worked from home. Luke's dad was still at the station.
"where's Luke?" i asked anxiously.
"isn't he at football practice?" she asked, tilting her head in confusion.
"shit. did he tell you where he was going?" i asked, shaking my head.
"no. he said he would be leaving soon and it would benefit you, but he didn't say anything other than he's leaving the state." she looked at me nervously. she knew that i was Rose, but Luke's dad didn't -for obvious reasons.
"can you find him?" she asked.
"i will find him, and even if he doesn't want to see me, i'll bring him to you." i gave her a short nod as my voice cracked slightly. she made a pitiful expression and nodded.
"be careful, dear." she whispered then closed the door, leaving me in the rain.
i got on my bike and tore away from the curb, tearing up weeds that grew through the cracks in the pavement. i pulled up to my house and ran inside, tracking mud and clumping it in the carpet. looking all over upstairs, i cursed then jumped back down them, twisting my ankle and running to the basement stairs.
i found Noah there, hanging upside down from the pull up bar and doing sit ups in that position, making it harder on his muscles. i grabbed him and ripped him from the bar, making him land of his back on the floor and stare up at my dead, but determined eyes.
"what happened?" he asked.
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hey y'all... so i had to rewrite this chapter because it didn't save.... so sorry if you read it yesterday to just find the beginning of it. hope you're enjoying it!
