Got Your Back || Hood

Chapter 23

I was doing all ten hours at chick flicks and all the remaining hours at eating, sleeping, etc. I didn't knew when I was last took a shower and my vitamins is ruined too. I was all day, all night in my room being a lazy-butt as ever as I could be.

I haven't even checking my phone for the last few days, why would I even check? No one's gonna beep me anyway. No one's even missing me, to be honest.

I heard a knock at my door and so I opened it. "What is it?," I said to Mum giving her a poker face.

"I told Ashton to come over. You need help, honey." She frowned giving me the most sympathetic look she could give to her teenage daughter whose struggling in her emotional feelings right now.

"WHY??!" I said loudly, but not yelling.

"Why?! Go out with him tonight, dear. Go somewhere, um.. party whatever. Just to feel better.."

"But Mum I don't want to.."

"We're done in this argument. Fix yourself. He'll pick you up at 7 o'clock." She gave me a wide eyed look telling me not to even dare to complain.

I sighed and nodded closing the door at her. I prefer being at my room alone eating chocolate bars nonstop.

I don't want to go out, that's final.

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"What's wrong with my attire?", I questioned Ashton who is currently sitting at the end of my bed.

"Wear a dress, instead. We're going somewhere that jeans are inappropriate." He pleaded.

"Uh, where?! Okay, okay. Fine." I rolled my eyes as he gave me a smile before leaving my room.

I'm just so broken to refused so I just dig inside my closet looking where my dresses at. I saw a plain white fitted dress and thought of maybe that'll do. I put some black doll shoes and a black mini-shoulder bag to match my shoes. I put some red lipstick and a bit foundation. I didn't set my hair since it looks so prefect wavy tonight. I'm all good.

I walked downstairs letting Mum see me as I said I won't go home late. Mum nodded telling me to have fun. I walked outside the house seeing Ashton waiting up for me.

He looks so good in his black leather jacket and he's wearing a bandana that I've never seen him wear. He gave me a warm smile as he guided me towards his black Honda that was parked on our driveway.

The night was young because the sun is still easily seen over the tall trees that grow around the estate. I slid into the passenger side of his car, being careful as I can. He sat in after me, his scent washing over me.

We got going in the direction of the city centre. He stopped the car to a very fancy Italian restaurant making me looked at him clueless.  He hopped out making the door open for me and handing his hand for assistance.

"You don't have to do that." I uttered. Knowing that for the past twelve years of our friendship he never opens the door and give his hands for me. So why now?

But he still took my hand giving me a weak smile. The soft music of Ed Sheeran's album, Loose Change, my favorite of his playing on the background. We walked in a 5-star restaurant, I think. His hands were still on mine as we made our way inside.

A young man was standing behind a kind of podium just inside the entrance of the restaurant.

"Hi, we have a table booked for two." Ash said confidently, the man nodded and looked down at the book opened on the podium.