Fearless

Ashley

Ashley was trying to steady her breath. What part of her having fear of clawns didn't get into the stupid head of Walker's? Because right now, he was talking and laughing loudly with her, hiding inside that stupid clawn costume.

  Ashley looked around the room. Everyone was at ease, paying no attention to them. She backed up a little.

"So when I tried to do the clawn dance..." Walker danced a bit with the drink on his hand, making Ashley backed up until her back hit someone.

She nearly yelped from the sudden contact, her palms automatically making fists and her acurate right hook was blocked by an angry Marcello Ford.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Kent?" He was about to make another rude remark when he spotted the oblivious, still talking animatedly Walker-clawn.

A smirk spread across his face.

"Hey Walker!" He exclaimed, blocking Ashley's way out of Walker's sight.

"Kent was so worried even after apologizing to you about the incident. She doen't know about your big heart."

He winked at Ashley who shot a murderous glare at him. Walker laughed out loud, and Ashley had to use all her strength not to run away screaming like a banshee.

"Oh it's nothing. She was just... I don't know what it was.. but it is okay honey... come here."

To Ashley's pure horror, and to Ford's great amusement, the clawn pulled her to a bone crushing hug, laughing like a lunatic.

Ashley managed to stop the scream that was about to shock the entire hall, but a small whimper escaped from her lips.

Ford, who was laughing maniacally, looked at her at the faint sound, and stopped laughing at once.

Walker released her from his grip, and her knees buckled a bit before she pulled herself up. Walker reached out to her, but Ford stepped between them.

"Walk, Ryan was looking for you. He was over there with Melissa." His voice was deadly serious. Walker tilted his head,shrugged and waved at Ashley before disappearing into the crowd.

Ashley was clutching her wobbling knees and trying to calm herself down. She inhaled deeply, and straightened.

Ford was looking at her, frowning slightly. "Kent, are you alright?"

Her voice was weak, despite her attempt to shout. "Go away."

Ford looked concerned. "Do you need some water?" He tried to steady her but she just turned and walked away from him, knocking over some spherical decoration on the floor, which rolled towards Amanda Kyle's six inches heels.