Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 24

I traced figure eights on my skin with my finger. The gentle touch of my finger tracing against my skin made goosebumps prick up on my thigh. I was dressed in a black short dress, with fishnet stockings. I had straightened my hair, leaving it down. I had added heavy dark eye makeup, and a matching black lip color. Add in some high heeled black shoes and you've got a slut. I lifted my finger from my leg, my leg tapped against the car floor quickly, a nervous habit I'd always had. I stopped my foot from shaking and got out of the car. Guys were dressed as tools, and girls were everywhere, each one wearing clothes leaving nothing to the imagination.

I walked inside, music pounding, the bass shaking the walls. People were making out against walls, and grinding on tables. I didn't act surprised by this, instead just sat down at a chair at the edge of the room, where I had a view of almost the entire party. I sat, sipping a drink someone had handed me. I watched unamused. I swirled my drink around in my cup, my black nails tapping impatiently on the chairs armrest. I spotted Chandler and Hana enter, Hana was wearing a red mini dress, and some knee high boots. She had on almost no makeup on, except for the bold red lipstick which matched her dress. Chandler was wearing some ripped dark skinny jeans, which hung low, and a flannel shirt, which was unbuttoned, exposing his chest. I diverted my gaze, so they wouldn't see me looking at them.

I looked up at the ceiling, my long fake lashes tickling my eyelids. I couldn't help but glance back over to Chandler, he caught my gaze, and excused himself from Hana before making his way over to me. I stood up suddenly, and pushed through the crowd. I found another seat, and eventually after turning down guys who had asked me to dance, I accepted the offer from a cute guy. His face was chiseled, and he had lost his shirt somewhere in the party. His back muscles flexed, and his blond hair fell into his face a little, drawing my attention to his blue eyes.

"You look like you need a dance," he held a hand out to me, looking me up and down. I didn't say anything, just stood up, ignoring his hand. He chuckled at my cold attitude. He wrapped his arm around my waist. We finally got into the middle of the dance floor, I turned my back to him, and we danced aggressively. His hands were planted on my waist.

I moved my body rhythmically, pressing against him. His hands roamed my body.

"Ashley?" I opened my eyes to see Chandler standing a few feet away. I didn't say anything, I just stopped in my tracks. Eventually my guy stopped to and looked to see what was wrong.

"Is this guy giving you a hard time?" He grunted rolling back his shoulders, his back muscles flexing yet again.

The pumped up music slowed down to a slow song.

"Come on y'all even sluts and douches have feelings," the dj said enthusiastically. I almost choked as I realized I had danced with Chandler to this exact song a long time ago.

"No," I finally spoke.

"Well, I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't slow dance with you," the boy offered, forgetting about Chandler.

"Sounds good," I smiled, turning my back on Chandler. I put my hands on his shoulders, and stood close to him as he kept his arms respectably at my waist. We rocked slowly, and eventually I slid my hands into resting position on his chest, and he held me close.

I saw Chandler finally leave, and I leaned my head against the bare muscled chest of the boy I didn't even know.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Call me James," he said, running his hand through my hair.

The song ended, and I stepped off the dance floor. James walked with me as I went outside. We sat on the lawn, gazing up at the stars together. I didn't realize it, but I leaned my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. The cool breeze caused goosebumps to pop up onto my arms.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's no biggie though," I shrugged.

"I have a hoodie in my car, let me go get it," he stood up. I didn't protest, just rubbed my hands together as he went to his car. I heard the front door bang open, and I turned around to see Chandler and Hana stumbling out, both of them sucking off each other's faces. I rolled my eyes and turned my back so I wouldn't have to watch.

I turned around to see Chandler staring directly at me, while Hana viciously kissed his chest. He stood up, and she looked confused, like a lost puppy. He walked over to me, and she stumbled to rush to his side, and loop her arm with his protectively.

"Ashley," he stated. I gave an irritated sigh.

"Did that douchebag finally leave?" He smirked, as if it he wanted James to leave me.

"No actually, he went to get me a jacket from his car," I smirked with satisfaction. A thought struck me, what if James actually left, and ditched me. I cringed at how humiliating it would be to admit to Chandler.

"Well, we need to talk," he scratched his head nervously.

"About what Chandler?" I played dumb.

"Ashley you're changing, alcohol, smoking, partying, hooking up with random guys," he ranted.

"I don't know why you care so much Chandler, I mean you have such a lovely girlfriend," I gave him a sickly sweet smile. Hana smiled brightly, as if her being mentioned was a good thing.

"Ashley you know that-" he started.

"No Chandler," I stood up, walking over to him.

"This is on you," I pointed my finger at him.

"Why are we even talking to her?" Hana asked, tracing her finger on Chandler's chest.

"I don't know," Chandler looked at me angrily.

"You know Ashley, Chandler and I know you don't have many friends since Wes left, but you know I'm having a gathering with a bunch of friends, you can bring someone," she smiled sweetly. I smirked.

"Really? I might consider it," I smirked.

"Ashley!" I heard a shout. I felt relief wash over me as James walked towards me holding a hoodie.

"Sorry it took so long," he pulled the hoodie over my head, it was a bit oversized and lapped over my dress. It smelled clean, like fresh laundry detergent with a spritz of cologne. I sniffed the sleeves and smiled, hugging James. He held the back of my head to his chest. I kissed him, and then turned around. James had his arm around my waist, and he was sizing up Chandler, who looked almost taken off-guard. I could tell he was jealous, and I felt a bit of pride.

"Wasn't this the guy who was bothering you earlier?" James asked.

"No, they actually invited us to hang out tomorrow," I smiled. He shrugged, and smiled down lovingly at me.

"See you Chandler," I lifted my chin, and walked away with James.

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So I feel like this was a short chapter, but James was actually inspired from the Skins character Cook whom I'm currently in love with. Anyways, Thanks for reading, not many announcements, but whatever.

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-punktwd