The Hot Coach

24. The one where they reminisce

Ashton ^^^

Elle

** Flashback, a year and a half ago New York City**

"Just take one! We don't want to get too wild babe!" Serena yells over the music as she slips two pills into her mouth. Pulling my mouth onto hers, she slips one into mine. I nod before I swallow it dry and she pulls me into her as we keep dancing. Someone shoves me closer to Serena and she catches my body before we fall.

"My bad baby doll!" I hear a masculine voice yell over the music before hands pull my body away from Serena and I turn around to see who it is.

A tall man covered in tattoos wearing a black t-shirt stares down at me with a small smirk on his face.

"Um, you're good. It's okay." I nod him off before turning back to Serena to see her in a serious make out session with some girl in a light up bikini bottom who's missing her top.

I turn around again to see him still standing there.

"Can I help you?" He leans into me so I can hear him. I shake my head and close my eyes as I feel the pills kicking in. I keep him close to me and start dancing to the music. He grabs my hips and does the same thing.

"You're fucking hot." He whispers in my ear and I can feel my body temperature rise. The last thing I remember is him staring at me while I dance before before everything goes black.

**The next morning, still in flashback**

My head is throbbing before I even open my eyes. I groan and rub my temples to relieve some of the pressure. I try to roll over, but an arm thrown over my stomach stops me.

"What the fuck?" I open my eyes and look around. It looks like some studio apartment. Where the fuck am I?

The person attached to the arm groans and I hesitantly pick up the blanket from over his head.

Please don't be hideous. Please don't be old. Please don't be creepy.

I remove the blanket and he flinches at the light.

"Aye, fuck is your problem?" A groggy, husky voice with a Brooklyn accent comes from the fine specimen next to me. He sits up slightly and I can see he is covered in tattoos. His hair a tousled mess on his head.

He is fine though.

I ignore his attitude and rub my eyes. He chuckles before grabbing a cigarette from his nightstand and places it between his plump pink lips.

"Ew, can you not do that right now?" I cringe as I stand up from his bed and look down at my body.

I'm wearing his t-shirt and nothing else. AT ALL.

"So you'll pop pills at a rave but stop at cigarettes? You're a weird chick." Nonetheless he throws the cigarette back onto his nightstand.

I groan before kneeling and placing my head back on the bed.

"Before you judge me can you tell me where the hell I am and who the hell you are?" I mumble into his sheets and he laughs again. I feel a tug in my hair so I lift my head and come face to face with him.

"I'm Ashton, you're Elle. We covered this last night doll face."

"Well I don't remember." I pout and sit on my butt on his floor.

"You do this a lot gorgeous?" I blush at that and turn away from him.

"Stop calling me names." I whisper.