Dance with the Devil - A CaptainSparklez FanFiction

Chapter Twelve

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holy fucking shit i apologize grandly for the extreme wait. school's an absolute bitch, and my computer hasn't been working properly in like forever.

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>>ASHLYN'S POV<<

"What other lies have you kept from me?" he asked slowly with narrowed eyes, looking slightly defensive with his arms raised slightly.

Shit. 

"That's it," I rushed out too quickly. I mentally cursed myself, bracing myself for his snarky comeback through my lie.

He sighed. "Okay, good. Like I said, don't want a murderer living in my home," he said, running a hand through his hair.

It's close enough. 

"Does that mean I still get to live at your place for a bit?" I asked timidly, biting my lip. 

"Pete-"

"Ash."

"Ash, you're house get wrecked. You're living with me for all I know," he reponded, standing up from the ground, brushing off the debris on his knees.

I slipped my disguise back on, grabbing my phone that was lying a few feet away from me. I stood up as well, flipping on my hoodie.

"Let's go back home."

--

When we walked back into the apartment and Jordan locked the door, he immediately turned to me and said, "You don't need to wear that disguise anymore in here. It's pretty hot in here anyways."

I opened my mouth to decline before hesitating slightly. "All right." I pulled down the zipper, slipping it off and tossing it onto the nearby kitchen counter, along with my hat.

My hair fell down onto my back, tangled and gross.

"You can go take a shower. I'll go get you some cleaner clothes."

When I had finished taking a shower, slipping on the new clothes that Jordan had given me, I dug around his drawers in the bathroom again, looking for the bright pink hairbrush he owned.

After brushing my long and stringy hair, I towel dryed it thoroughly before exiting the bathroom, tossing the clothes in the hamper on the way out.

 When I exited, I saw Jordan sitting on the couch, talking to someone on the phone.

"Yes, sir, she's new here, she didn't really know what to do," he said, pausing to hear the man's reply. "Thank you so much. I'll make sure she doesn't do anything like it again. Okay. Bye."

When he hung up, I walked over and sat on the small recliner next to the couch. "Who was that?"

He turned to look at me, his gaze lingering on my face for a few moments before shaking his head slightly. "Um, police. No charges thanks to me saving your ass."

"Well my ass thanks you greatly," I replied, running my hand through my damp hair. He tentatively reached his hand out and touched a strand of it as well, surprising me. I jumped slightly before he retracted his hand and scratched his neck awkwardly.

"What even happened? Why didn't you just wait for me to come and talk to them instead of knocking them all out?" he asked after a few seconds, staring at me.

I tore my gaze from his face, tapping my fingers against the sofa arm, sighing. "You know that guy that was behind you?"

"There was a guy behind me? You sure?" he asked.

"Positive. When you walked in, so did that guy. He was the leader of the group of guys out to catch my ass," I told him, fidgeting in my seat as I felt his gaze still hard on my face. Will this guy stop staring at me? 

"Oh," he responded quietly. "Did he see your disguise?"

Shit. I didn't think about that! "He saw the hat and the outfit I was wearing, so maybe," I fretted, biting my lip, my eyebrows furrowing together.

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I finally spoke up.

"What's your girlfriend gonna think of another girl living in your home?" I asked, turning to look at him, who was still staring at me.

"Girlfriend? What makes you think I have a girlfriend?" he asked, a stony expression on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. "Pink brush? Pink hairdryer? I might have even snuck into your room once and saw all the photos of you and that girl," I confessed.

"You went into my room?"

"That's not the point."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't have a girlfriend. My sister used to live here before she turned eighteen, so it's all hers."

I perked up at the sound of that, but could I blame myself really? I mean, the hot gentleman letting me stay at his apartment for free was single.

I hummed in response, nodding.

"Does Adam know?" he suddenly asked, sitting up.

I bit my lip before responding. "Yeah..." I trailed off.

"You told him before you told me?!" he exclaimed, an almost offended expression on his face. "What?! Why?!"

"It's not like I wanted him to know! He found out! I almost killed the bastard when he found out! I for sure thought he was gonna tell you!" I defended myself.

He huffed in response. "Why didn't he?"

"He and I... kind of... made up? In a sense?" I said, blushing slightly at how we had technically "made up." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied nonchalantly, waving my hand to brush it off. "I went over to his apartment a little while ago and we talked it out." 

Ha. And had sex. 

He nodded before freezing suddenly. "Wait."

"Hm?"

"You... You were that girl!" he exclaimed, his eyebrows raising as he jumped off the couch, a hard expression on his face. "At his apartment!"

"What?"

"You were that girl with all the blonde hair underneath the blanket! Weren't you?!" he exclaimed, his mouth dropping open and pointing his index finger at me. His eyebrows shot down and furrowed together as an almost angry expression took over his face. "You had... you had sex with Adam?!" he fumed.

I stood up at the sound of that, swallowing and opening my mouth, unsure of what to say.

"Okay... so maybe we hooked up a few times--" I said calmly.

"A few?!" 

"Well-- Why the hell does it even matter to you?" I retorted, a defensive edge to my tone. "Huh?!"

He clenched his fists and his jaw, his face red. "Just-- Why don't you go live with Adam instead?!" he shouted before storming off into his room and shutting the door.

I stood there, my mouth open, shocked. The events that had just occurred went too fast for my brain to understand/

What the fuck just happened? 

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