Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 23

*Three Months Later*

"She's really amazing," Quinn sighed dreamily. I smiled, I was happy Quinn finally found someone right for him.

"Well I'm glad everything worked itself out," I smiled sipping my coffee.

"How is everything now that the seasons filming is over?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know, it was hard seeing him everyday in filming, even having to kiss him," my sentence trailed on.

"But what about now?" he asked.

I stayed silent and Quinn continued.

"Since school started a week ago you must have classes with him right?" he asked.

"Yeah, we have three classes together although we don't talk much since I asked for some time off," I muttered.

"When were you planning on getting back together?" Quinn asked.

"I'm going to his house after this to talk to him," I could help suppress a smile. I was nervous and excited. I finally had my life sorted out, and I was going to tell Chandler I loved him and was ready for him.

"Alright, well I'm going to go to Lia's, good luck," he said, referring to his new girlfriend.

"Alright, see ya," I said as he got up and left. I took a last swig of coffee before leaving a tip.

I got up, and drove to Chandler's house, nervousness bubbling through me.

I took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell.

Chandler's mom answered the door.

"Ashley," she chimed, her face slowly fell and she bit her lip.

"I don't think now is a good time," she said before I could answer.

"But-" I started, she closed the door.

My brow crinkled in confusion as I backed away from the door. I was about to get back in my car, but something in one of the windows caught my eye.

Chandler was standing at the window, looking down on me. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him. The curtain rustled and was pushed back.

Hana stood next to Chandler, she grinned at me devilishly. Chandler just stared at me, Hana started kissing his neck and running her hands over his chest. She shot me another smirk and I felt tears seeping to my eyes. I angrily got into the car, and drove off.

I drove around aimlessly, and finally stopped at a drug store. I walked inside, and grabbed some alcohol, I got to the register. A teenage boy, who wasn't too bad looking gave me a strange look as he checked the bottle of whiskey.

"Hey can you also get me a pack of cigars?" I asked pointing to the shelves behind him. He snatched a box, scanning it as well.

"ID?" He raised an eyebrow.

I said nothing, but put a hundred dollar bill on the counter. I grabbed the grocery bag and left, the cashier didn't stop me.

I got in my car and drove around until I found an empty parking lot. I turned on the radio, heavy rock music was playing. I turned it up and let the car vibrate to the song. I popped open the bottle, taking a long swig. I laughed, for no reason. I felt like such a cliche. I looked at the rear view mirror, my mascara was smudged, and my heavy eyeliner left streaks.

I just took another drink, and sung drunkly at the top of my lungs. I didn't sound good. I know I didn't sound good.

I pounded my fist on the dashboard to the beat. I set down the bottle of whiskey and grabbed the pack of cigarettes.

I lighted the cigarette. I had never smoked before. I lit it before bringing it to my mouth. I choked and coughed at first, but eventually I was blowing smoke like all the drugged up teens in the movies.

"Fuck you," I said out loud, to nobody specific.

"Fuck you man!" I yelled. I chuckled even though my cheeks were wet, and I could taste the saltiness of my tears.

I saw a mom walk past my car with her child, shooting me dirty looks. I took a large gulp of whiskey just for show. I suddenly slunk down in my seat. My car was parked next to an ice cream shop. Hana and Chandler were holding hands, walking across the street, right in front of me. Chandler looked distracted, he kept nervously checking his phone. Hana looked happy.

I fucking hated it.

"Fucking jerks," I chuckled, struggling to pull out my phone. I dialed Chandler's number, I slunk down in my seat, so they couldn't see me. The phone rang. Once. Chandler looked down at his phone. Twice. Chandler looked to see if Hana was looking. Three times. Chandler excuses himself to take the call.

"Ashley?" His voice was coming from my phone, but my eyes were locked on him.

"Fuck I'm crazy," I whispered, forgetting Chandler was on the line.

"Huh?" He asked in confusion. "Are you okay? Is everything okay?" He rushed out.

"I've got to go," I sat up in my seat, hanging up. Chandler looked at his phone, confusion in his eyes.

I started the car, taking a swig from the bottle, and a long breath in and out of smoke. I looked up to see Chandler looking directly at me, his eyes were wide. I tried to keep a straight face. I threw the cigarette out the window. I took another swig, making sure he saw, before speeding off.

What the hell was I thinking? I stopped the car, only to start getting call after call from Chandler. The text tones and routine fall out boy ringtone was annoying me. I just turned off my phone. I leaned my head back on the plush head rest.

I drove home. I parked outside the house, touching up my face. I sprayed perfume to cover up the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. I wiped off all my makeup, and headed inside, pasting a huge smile on my face.

"I'm home!" I yelled, my voice echoed across the walls.

"Come on over darling," I heard Norman call. I walked into the room, giving him and Mingus a quick hug.

"What's up Ash?" Mingus exclaimed, resting his arm on my shoulder.

"Nothing much," I smiled back, playfully shoving his arm off me and ruffling his hair. I headed upstairs, where I changed out of my clothes. I finally turned on my phone. Dozens of missed calls and texts. 7:16pm, Saturday. It'd be a shame to waste a perfect Saturday night. Suddenly my phone buzzed, with an email. I opened it, an email from some girl at school. It looked as if it was sent to almost everyone in our grade. I read the invite, and at first I found myself cringing. But as I read the invitation, the more I realized I wanted to go to the party.

The email was an invitation to a party at a bar, with a costume theme. Girls were supposed to dress up as sluts, and boys as douches. I chuckled at the idea of how fun it could be. I sighed. Why not.

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So there it is, hopefully not too late :-) I know I've been repeating this a lot, but I've been working on a GoT ff. I'm trying to get lots and lots of chapters done and idk when that'll be out. I also started working on this new story, and it includes a LOT of fandoms, so most likely your fandom will be in it. It's kinda complicated, but I'm going to write it and see if I like it before deciding about publishing. I also need to make covers for all my stories before publishing. ( btw this chapter was inspired by a skins episode ;-) )

Anyways, ily

-punktwd