brenton's girl

twenty two

Vi's Pov-

I flipped a page in the magazine and then looked over at leah, she wore a matching robe to mine and sat beside me in the salon chairs. We both sat quietly as we got our nails and toes done for Christmas.

"Hows everything with Ashton?" Leah asked. The only people who knew about the breakup was me, Ashton, and Brenton. That was my choice, so I shouldn't be so shocked when people ask about our relationship.

"Well, actually, we broke up." I stated. I heard her gasp deeply but I refused to meet her blue eyes with my pale green ones.

"What happened?"

"Our relationship was hectic, full of flaws. I honesty think we lasted the majority of the months together because we were just living on the adrenaline of being together. So It wasn't that big of a surprise when I was told he was lying to me the whole time that we were together and that he was working for Waysides rival." Leah looked at me stunned. She was rooting for our relationship since Dubai.

"Who told you that?"

"Nobody, its not a big deal."

"It was Brenton, wasn't it?"

"Wha-"

"Vi."

"Yes." That's the last thing I need, leah to be mad at Brenton. He did the right thing, I think. I don't know, maybe I would have just been better off if he kept lying to me? I would defiantly be happier.

"Fuck whatever Brenton says. You're not part of wayside, your family may be, but you're not. You should be able to date him with out Brenton getting his panties in a wad. If you're happy with him then great, go be with him."

"Its not that easy, I kicked him out. He's not just going to come back, Leah." I stated and she sighed. It was a tough subject and hard to deal with, Ashton's a lot to deal with, even when we're no longer dating.

"He's unpredictable, Vi. Just try, you may be surprised."

......

Taking Leah's advice was harder than I originally thought. I laid in bed on my stomach and pressed the 'call back' icon on my phone for the umpteenth time. He wasn't answering any of my texts, calls, or even facetime calls. I even went as far as calling the trap phone.

I was getting worried, maybe he was in trouble with the cops or even in danger. I couldn't tell because he wasn't planning on answering me anytime soon.

I grumbled profanities under my breath and rolled out of bed, I sat my phone on my vanity and sat on the chair. I began playing around with my makeup and created a nude and natural look. I smiled in the mirror and chuckled some, I looked hot. Well, until I looked at my outfit.

Is that Cheeto stains on my shirt?

I went to my closet and looked around for a simple outfit. I changed into a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt that was long sleeve and had a low v-cut. I looked myself over in the mirror and winced. The outfit looked like a train wreck, but one things for sure. My ass was popping in these jeans.

An idea popped in my head and I quickly went along with it. I grabbed my phone and went down in a bent over squat position, then I snapped a picture. I captioned it with 'you sure you're ready to lose all of this' then sent it to Ashton's snapchat.

I quickly changed the black jeans for a pair of blue striped shorts and then slid on a pair of sandals. I grabbed my keys and phone, also a nude lipstick off my vanity. I made my way down stairs and then into the living room.

I was getting ready to tell my mom and dad that I was leaving but they were both sleeping on the couch. I smiled slightly and grabbed a blanket from the top part of the couch and covered my mom up, then my dad. I slipped out of the house and got in my car, I looked at my phone one last time and then tossed it in the passenger seat, I turned on the radio and backed out of the drive way.