First Glance Fiancé

Rejected?

~At my library right now feeling so awesomefulicious. Hey who here believes that the word Shnivelbits should be put in the Webster's Dictionary? Raise your hands!! *raises both hands* Pwease? I'll give you a lollipop! Hehe was just listening to the cover of Lollipop by Framing Hanley, soo dirty but amazing, and it does help that they're HOT!!! Muahahaha!! Chee:3 Who else uses that word? Let me know so I don't feel like a complete weirdo!!!~

Chapter Four

Carriane's POV

Walking away, I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty. The look on his face was just so pitiful looking, like he had never been rejected before. Oh wait, he probably hasn't.....

"Well, there goes my boarding" I sighed dramatically.

I walked back into the dining room and started getting back to work on the silverware. Why can't I just learn to keep my mouth shut? Would make the world a whole lot easier. But he just ticked me off so much! Like I hadn't noticed him checking me out, then making a disappointed noise. Ass. Hole.

I felt anger brewing in my chest as I remember his arrogance. How dare he ask me if I was high!! Just because I refused his advances must automatically mean I'm to drugged out to notice his hotness?

And it's not like I'm blind. Sexy tousled black hair, reaching to his ears, with cute floppy bangs. And gorgeous deep green eyes, a dark burning emerald that seems as if they're sucking you in. His body, of course, was....nice too. About 6ft 3", and built to the point where you felt sorry for the other guy if he decided to take a swing at you, but not as if he was on roids.

How I knew he was built? His shirt pretty much gave it away, fitting tight to his body and jeans looking as if it had been made for him, sculpting to his body. On second thought, they probably had been. I had seen many of hot guys in my life, but what probably got the girls melting where they stood, was his accent. That haunting Irish brogue, giving him a seductive voice, with his rolling r"s..... This was probably due to the years he spent living in Ireland with his family.

So yeah he's hot. Ok, maybe more than hot. It's like god had decided he wanted sex personified as a man and out popped Ashton Thomas. Except it seemed as if he forgot to add a personality. All he was probably thinking about was trying to get into my pants. Didn't matter if I wasnt "attractive", I was still of the female race, meaning it was his moral responsibility to bang me. Ha. If only he knew who I really was.

I looked back down at the silverware in my arms. Giving an irritated grunt, I went back to work on polishing them. And it was the idgit's fault too why I had to do this all over again!! That evil horrible hot man!! I curse you to a life of celibacy!!!

*Two hours later*

"WOO!! DONE!!!"

Throwing my hands in the air, I couldn't help but do another victory dance. Eat that scary lady!! Feeling smug, I quickly gathered all the silver and pretty much ran to the kitchen, making sure not to drop a single one. After dropping them off, I skipped to my room. Being my first day, my only job had been polishing the silverware.

Opening the door, I couldn't help but grin stupidly as I gazed at where I would be staying. Giggling,I spun into the middle of the room. Even though It was tiny, it had a cozy feeling to it, bare white walls waiting to be painted, creamy carpet covering the floor with a spacious double bed that took up a lot of room. Plopping down on it, she yawned contentedly as she spread her arms over the comforter.

"Well maybe I won't get fired today" I thought tiredly. Closing my eyes, I started to drift off into sleep. Then my phone started ringing.

Moaning, I dragged myself over to my bag and started pawing through the contents.

"I'm sorry, the number you have reached is unavailable, please leave a message-"

"Cut the crap Carrie"

"Oh Susie! It's you!" Sitting up, I tried to put some more energy into my voice. "Susie! How be my best buddy?"

"It would be better if you got your little bum out here and partied with me"

I groaned, "Sweetie, I don't think-"

She cut me off again, "That's right, you don't think. I think for you. And I'm tellin you right now to get your ass up cuz we're going to a club today and you better be looking sexy."

Knowing I wasn't going to win this, I just agreed to her demands, "Yes ma'm"

"Now get out of bed"

"Yes ma'm"

"Now walk to your suitcase"

"Yes ma'm"

"Now pick put something sexy to wear"

"Yes ma'm"

"Now put on your sexy clothes"

"Yes ma'm"

"Now put on sexy makeup"

"Yes ma'm"

"Now take off your wig and glasses"

"........"

"NOW"

"Yes ma'm!!"

I slowly took off my wig, putting down the plain brown locks, letting my fiery red curls fall to my waist. Taking off my coke-bottle glasses, my green grass eyes were clearly visible to the world. Looking into the mirror, I crinkled my nose at what I saw. A small heart shaped face without a blemish, big round green eyes, full red lips, and a small but curvy body with pale ivory skin.

And I hated it.

"Umm, Susie, I don't think this is such a good idea."

"And what did we say about thinking? That you're not very good at it. So we're going with my thinking. Meet me at the Daylight club in half an hour, or there'll be hell to pay. Love you! Bye!"

"Dammit!" I muttered under my breath.

Looking at my clothes, I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Wearing skinny jeans with gladiator styled heels. My top was a sparkly purple tank top with a low scooped neck and a leather jacket thrown on top. My makeup was smoky, giving my eyes a more vibrant color, while my red painted lips gave me a seductive look. It had been a couple months since I had dressed up, making me more uncomfortable. But I knew if I didn't give it my all Susan would kill me. So I grabbed my purse, and sneaked out of the house.

50 bucks lighter, I was standing in front of the club where the taxi had left me.

I started scoping out for Susan. Finally finding her by the bar, I started making my way towards her.

"You do know I'm only 17 right?" I muttered to her, glancing at the bartender.

"Carrie!" she yelled at me happily, already more than a little drunk, "You're here!!"

"Yeah, and by the way, you owe me 50 bucks for the taxi."

Waving away my comment, she ordered another Jack Daniels and Coke from the bartender. Rolling my eyes, I turned around to face the dance floor when my gaze was sucked on by a pair of emerald eyes. Ashton Thomas.

~OK finally done with this chapter. I swear my sissy was this close to shanking me *shudder* I LOVE YOU!! An you know what? I want to rant right now, so I'm gonna do a quick rant. Ok, 5 yrs ago when I was a young innocent girl, I had my first BIG crush. Then he suddenly disappeared. Imagine how devastated I was. Now 5 yrs later, at a marching band meeting, I see this really hot guy. Sneaking a glance at him, I kinda thought he looked familiar. Then I had the "oh shit" moment. IT WAS MY FIRST LOVE OoO I freaked out big time. So now instead of him being just cute like back then, he's like a smoking furnace, all hot and steamy (yeah, I kno, cheesy) And he must have ALL the bimbos after him. But I have something they don't. I'm in every single marching band practice with him MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ^.^ Teehee! Well that's it for now! Buh bye!~ **Oh yeah, and here's Joshua Anthony Brand as Ashton! Enjoy! And I do not own the picture**