Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Six

late update wot

when i was writing this, i literally pulled this idea out of my ass. i think it adds to the story and ashlyn's character muahahahah ;) 

>>ASHLYN'S POV<<

As soon as I heard Jordan leaving to go to his friend's house, I peeked out the window slyly for a few minutes until I saw his car pull away from the building.

I immediately dashed out of the apartment, not bothering to lock it with the extra key he always hid under the mat. I was already halfway down the long hallway by the time the door closed shut loudly.

I interpreted the best I could where Adam's apartment would be; he was definitely on this floor, but he was diagonal from me.

I took a left in the silent hallway, the only sound being the loud stomping of my feet against the carpeted floor until I came across what I assumed was Adam's complex.

I barged in, glad to find it unlocked, and immediately saw Adam whirl around instantly from where he was standing in the middle of his kitchen.

His eyes were wide at first until they narrowed and he curled his lip in my direction. "What the hell do you want?"

"Okay, before you jump to conclusions, I just want to..." I began, not sure of what I was supposed to say, I hadn't thought of a motive beforehand. "Um..."

He raised an eyebrow, motioning with his hand to continue. 

"Just... Can you please not tell anybody?" I pleaded, going to my last resort although I didn't let my guard down, ready to beat him to a pulp like I already did a few hours ago. "Please?"

He sighed, shrugging before turning around again. "Sure, whatever. I don't really get what I was even planning to do," he sighed, rummaging through his fridge before pulling out two beers. "Want one?"

"Wait, wait, really? That's just... it? We're cool?" I said, surprised and taken aback.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, Pete," he replied, walking towards me and handing me the beer bottle. "Or whatever your name is. I don't really fancy getting beaten again, especially by a girl." 

I stayed silent as he walked into his living room, and I followed him shortly. "Ashlyn. It's Ashlyn, but you can just call me... Ash," I said, the words and name unfamiliar on my tongue.

I sat down on the small recliner next to the larger couch where Adam sat down. He grunted in response as he collapsed onto the cushions. "Pretty name for a pretty girl."

I uncapped the beer bottle skillfully with my teeth, Adam watching in amazement. "How the hell do you do that?"

"Skillfully. And you barely even know what I look like as a girl," I responded, grabbing his bottle as well and opening it for him.

I handed it back to him as he hummed in response. "You're right, I didn't even get a good look--"

"Before you tried to rape me," I said nonchalantly, taking a long swig from the alcohol. Although it was only a beer, it's been a while since I felt the slight burn down my throat and I sighed in content.

"Okay, okay, I admit it! I'm sorry about that, though, alright? I haven't had a girlfriend in a long time and I've been sexually frustrated, I'm not going to lie," he exclaimed, embarrassed as he drank his beer.

I turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised as I looked him up and down. "Why? I mean, you're pretty hot in all honesty," I shrugged as he smiled and looked down laughing slightly. "What?"