The party flew by. I didn't quite enjoy myself, which surprised me cause I heard that parties are supposed to be fun.
I ran up to Barbra and whispered into her ear,"It's getting late
I think I should head home now."
She nodded in understanding. I looked around for Justin and Ash to say goodbye but since after the incident they had disappeared.
I walked through the people grinding and dancing and the place still reeked of sweat and alcohol. I didn't stop until I was put the door.
"Wait!" Ash said, stopping me in my tracks. "Where are you going?"he asked.
" Home," I answered and continued walking.
"Let me take you home."
"Thanks but no thanks."
"Are you sure?"he asked, getting on a motorcycle.
" Yes I'm sure. I'm not killing my self before my time."
"Princess don't tell me you are afraid of Rose," he said patting the bike.
"First of all don't call me princess. Second of all, you didn't shock me as the type that names motorcycles. Third of all, Rose? Really? Of all names. Fourth of all, I'm not afraid of your 'Rose ' "
"Then get on," he dared.
I rolled my eyes and got on motorcycle.
"Grab on."
"I will do no such thing."
"Suit yourself. But I did warn you."
I groaned in annoyance then grabbed hold onto him and he sped off. Before I knew it I started to feel little droplets of water on my skin.
"Ash can you go faster? It's gonna rain any time soon," I whined.
"That's the best part."
"What? Tell me your joking. Go faster. I don't wanna catch a cold."
"You know for a sixteen year old girl you sure do whine a lot."
"That's because you're an annoyance."
"I'm hurt."
"Oh shut up." As I finished my sentence rain poured down on us.
I leaned my head against his back as I got drenched. He came to a stop in front of a house that I knew wasn't mine.
"This isn't my house."
"I know, its mine."
"What? Why?"
"If I drive on this rain with you whining in my ear we are bound to have an accident. You're complaining about a cold, now let's get inside before you actually have one."
"Take me home." I commanded.
"Can't do that," he got down from the motorcycle.
"Why?"
"Look I don't wanna fight on the rain so let's take the fight indoors." He said as ran towards the house.
I had no choice but to follow him. Once we were in front of the doors, Ash took a key from his pocket and unlocked the front door. Once we were inside he closed the doors.
"Follow me," he said. He led me up the stairs and we stopped in front of a large door.
He swung the door open and said,"I'll leave you to freshen up. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen."
I gave a small nod then heard the door close. I headed for the bathroom and started to strip off my wet clothes. I hurried in and out of the shower. I grabbed a towel from the towel rack.
I swung the wardrobe open only to find out the it was empty. What did Ash expect me to wear. I couldn't put my wet clothes back on. He left me no choice but to go downstairs......in my towel.
I found him reading a magazine on the kitchen stool.
"Really?" I asked.
He looked up and a smile crept onto his face when he saw that I as just in a towel. "What?"
"When you said you were in the kitchen I thought you would be cooking something."
"Me? A chef? You hungry?" He asked innocently.
"No. Of course not. Remember I had a big dinner o the way here." I said that with sarcasm.
"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor, you always seem to amuse me," he chuckled. He stood up for the stool and walked over to me. He said,"If I remember clearly you still owe me a kiss."he reached out and placed a hand under my jaw. My heart started beating so fast I thought they were gonna pop out.
Just as we were about to kiss a beeping noise coming for the microwave interrupted us. I wouldn't call it interrupting, more like saving me.
"Shit," Ash cursed as he walked over to the microwave to switch it off. I then remembered the reason why I came downstairs.
"Um, Ash I was wondering if you could give something to wear."
"What wrong with what you're wearing now?" he asked innocently.I want to dedicate this chapter to "anjy_xx", to thank her for so many ideas she has given me. Thanks so much
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