He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life... Well kind of? 26

Post is freakin' long! Hopefully I made ya'll happy! :)

This post isn't the best, doesn't have much Zane or David, but it's kinda good i think.

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After the stupid family hug, I heaved a sigh as relief as did Ashley. Don't get me wrong I love family, and hanging out a bit. But I hate when parents want to spend oodles of time with their children.

No thank you. Count me the fuck out.

Family hugs, family game nights, right about now, I would be shivering in disgust at the thought. Again, I love my family, family is always first! I just don't like bonding over stupid things.

My dad claimed he had to go to his office to finish up some files for work. By that he means I'm going to go to my office and chat with Penny, because I really like her. As his footsteps were distant and the sound of a door clicking shut, I quickly looked at Ashley with pleading eyes.

Clearly no one knows how my look of plead looks like. Ashley's hands flew to her face and frantically was checking if there was any dinner left over on her face or worse make up smudges. Oh the horror!

"What's on my face Trin? Tell me damn it!" She exclaimed, paranoia taking over.

I took her hands and placed them by her sides, "Chill okay. I just need your help." I replied looking nervous, I never really asked anyone for help... I mumbled the last part.

"What was that?" Ashley laughed, clearly having fun, torturing me.

"I need your help okay!" I snapped, alright I'll admit, I can be somewhat of a drama queen.

"That's more like it." Ashley laughed once more, took my arm and dragged me upstairs and into her room. Her nails would occasionally dig into my skin. I'm guessing they were fake nails? Either way they hurt like hell.

Once we made it to her bedroom, she shut the door and plopped onto her messy and unmade bed. The wall were coloured with a hot pink, which made me want to barf every time I go in. Hence why I never spend time with Ashley. She's like the queen of pink.

"Are you wearing fake nails?" I asked sitting beside her trying to examine her, professionally done nails. They pink and sparkly. Shudders.

"Oh no, this is the real deal baby! But you want to get your nails done, I know a perfect place, really cheap, and gorgeous outcomes." Ashley bubbled on.

"No way, am I getting my nails done." I stated while staring at my black painted nails, they were bitten, I'm a nail biter.

" Okay... then what was it?" Ashley asked not as animated into the conversation as before. She started curling her light brown, and staring at her reflection.

I gulped, I hate asking for help. "Well, now that I have a boyfriend-"

"WHOA who Zane? Oh my gosh seriously?! So happy for you two, he seems really sweet." Next thing I knew she plugged out her curling iron and was right beside wanting a dish on this newly gossip.

But what? Why would she assume I was dating Zane? I mean just because we hang out a lot and he's my only friend doesn't mean we are dating right? I never really been in drama filled situations like this, all new to me.

In my head I started jumping to conclusions, I mean I did like Zane at some point. When I first saw him I'm not going to lie, I thought he was pretty attractive, and why would I want a wonderful and upcoming friendship like Zane's and I go down the tubes in a second.