"I'm the leader of Mayhem, Lynn," Ashton says, smirking. I immediately glared at him.
I get up from my chair and walk up to him. "You guys ambushed our trade," I say, jabbing my finger at his chest.
"They told us you guys didn't have enough money a...
Yeah, I know he's cute. But he's mine. Touch him, and I'll kill you.
Adalynn's POV
I'm waiting for Ashton to pick me up for the concert when I hear the doorbell ring. I quickly grab my bag and run down the stairs.
Outfit:
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I open the door and smile when I see Ashton. "Damn... My girl is gonna break a lot of hearts tonight." He says, admiring my outfit.
"You look hot as usual, so I don't need to compliment you," I say as he wraps his arms around my waist.
"You just did." He says, chuckling.
I playfully glare at him and gently press my lips against his. I pull away and say, "I don't want to get too much lipstick on you."
"I don't mind." He says with a boyish grin.
When we get inside his car, we blast AJR music, and we keep the windows down. While we're screaming the lyrics at the top of our lungs, I oddly get a sense of nostalgia from this moment. Driving at night with loud music is always a vibe.
When we get into the venue, we show our tickets, and I immediately grab Ashton's hand to get in line for merch. "I am buying you merch since this is your favorite band," I say excitedly.
His eyes widen in surprise, and he says, "Lynn... That's too much. Let me buy you merch and call it even. You know I'm going to buy more than a shirt."
"Request denied. This is your birthday gift! Concert tickets include merch." I say, squeezing his hand.
"Are you sure? Seeing them live is enough for me." He says, reassuring that it's not necessary.
"Yep. And technically, it's cheaper to buy now instead of paying for shipping online." I say with persuasion.
"I love you." He says sincerely. "You've made my 18th the best birthday ever."
"I love you too. You make me really happy, and sometimes I feel like I don't express that enough. I'm glad you moved here, and I love being your girlfriend." I admit.
He leans down to kiss me and wraps his arms around my waist. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn't think moving would get me to my soulmate." He says. Now you guys look like that annoying couple waiting in line.
I hold Ashton's muscular arm until we reach the front, and I let him pick out his merch. He buys two shirts, a sweatshirt, and a signed poster. I ask for the shirt with the dates on the back and hand them my card.
"Thank you again, Lynn." He says with the cutest smile.
I peck his lips, and he grabs the bag of merch. We squeeze toward the front of the stage and stand beside a group of girls. They all seem to be college students and definitely pre-gamed a little too much. Damn, calm down bitches. They're screaming, and it's not even to the song playing while we wait for the opener.
One of them turns in our direction and looks Ashton up and down. "Hot damn!" She says. That bitch better back off.
She's about to fucking hug him when Ashton steps away from her. He tightens his hold on my waist and says, "Fuck off."
"Is this bitch your girlfriend?" She asks, looking me up and down.
"Watch your mouth," Ashton says seriously.
"I know how to hide a dead body," I say, glaring at her.
She rolls her eyes, not believing me, and says, "You're missing out." She moves back to her group of friends, but not without winking at Ashton.
I pull away from Ashton, but he pulls me back into his chest. "What are you going to do?" He asks into my ear.
"I'm going to accidentally stab a bitch." I say, reaching down for the knife I keep in my shoe.
Ashton grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. He pulls us further away from that ugly ass bitch, and wraps his arms around my waist. Half the reason is that he wants to hold me, and the other half is to restrain me.
"You and I both know I'm not missing out on anything. I already have my everything in front of me." He says. I grin at his words and turn around to kiss him.
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Midway through the concert, I see the same girl walking towards us with a drink in her hand. What the fuck is this bitch gonna do?
When she comes closer, she places the drink on the wall's ledge, but I see her try to drop the drink on me. Without thinking, I kick the cup direction. Her pants and sandals were shit anyway.
"Bye, bitch." I say, shooing her.
She's in shock and stutters, "F-fuck you."
Ashton holds in a laugh and says, "I think you should go back to your group of hoes." She turns to leave, and we continue to enjoy the concert.
When it's time to go, I spot the group the bitch is with. Ashton grabs my wrist and says, "Behave."
"I'm not going to kill her," I say as he lets me go. I shoulder-check her and step on her foot. Good thing you wore a pair of boots.
Ashton and I exit the building and head toward his car. "Thanks for using the other ticket on me," I say, smiling.
"There's no one else I would have wanted to go with." He says, grinning.
"Do you want to get ice cream as a late-night snack?" I ask.
"Yes, but I'm paying." He says, opening my car door for me.
"If you insist." I sigh with a grin.
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I hope you liked this chapter! 😊
AJR is my favorite band if you couldn't tell. 😍🙌
I took that photo of AJR at the concert! 🎵
Also, the bitches jumping around and spilling drinks actually happened to me... 🙄🖕
They targeted my parent, and I could have easily kicked the drink. But my parent didn't want to cause a scene. I wish I did, though. 🤫
