The Anonymous

Chapter 4: I remember

This is a short Chapter...

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The memories of last night slowly began to come back to me. That's where I remember you from, you're the guy from the balcony.

"What!" he said.

I walked around shakenly and began to reiterate. "As I was heading downstairs you were heading up the balcony. We made eye contact--- more memories started flowing back to me. We made eye contact." I repeated myself. That's where I remember you from. I said happily.

"Well, I think it's cute that you remember me," he said with a cocky smile on his face.

However, I didn't want to give him the benefit-of-the-doubt, so I rolled my eyes. Ashton's smile soon disappeared into sternness. Downright ignoring the change in his facial expression, I continued on— "Someone gave me a drink, and let me tell you I've been drunk plenty of times. But never have I been drunk that fast".

"then maybe you should find a new pass time," Ashton voiced coldly.
 

I'm not sure why, but his words caused me to feel shame, a little. You could even say his words hurt my feelings, but just for a millisecond.

What did I expect, from some rich cocky air-headed guy? Accustom to living a certain way and being around a certain type of people. Of course, he will judge me for the same things he and his friends have probably been doing since high school.  I shouldn't be surprised.  We come from different worlds. It's time I get back to mine turning away from him, "I think, I've overstayed my time here see you! Thanks for the food". I muttered, walking past him quickly. I couldn't really find the exit to this place. I walked to the other corridor that Ashton first came from.

"Wait, I'll drive you home" Ashton walked up from behind me, causing me to spin around in shock.

"No thanks", I replied continuing to walking away from him. Ashton walked up to me and pulled my arm, pulling me gently away from the corridor and into the middle between the kitchen and living room area.

"You're going the wrong way. That's not the exit. That corridor leads to my room. Unless that's where you want to go." he warned with a smirk. My eyes grow wide and I could feel my face getting warm. I felt the goosebumps on my arms and on the back of my neck stand up.

"Yeah right!" I spat back trying to maintain a poker face. While backing up.

Ashton took notice of my reaction and smirked at me.

I'm going to get dressed. You will wait for me here and I'll take you home. Oh, and you can't leave the penthouse without the code". He instructed with a cocky smile, on his face.

I rolled my eyes, "fine". under my breath

He stared at me with his hands in his pocket, straightening his posture disappearing down the corridor.

His level of entitlement is out of control. He thinks he can just order people around like there his servants. Moments later, he came back fully dressed in a chino brown-colored pants with dark brown Salvatore Ferragamo loafer-shoes and a dark color shirt with a black leather jacket on looking very palatable. I look down at myself, and I'm still wearing the same Club Lights uniform from last night.

"I need to get away from him, being around him makes me question my intelligence".

"Let's go," as he walked past me---- breaking my internal rambles.

I simply followed him as we walked to the elevator, which oddly enough was the exit door in the apartment. This place is like a suite. He punched in the 6-digit code and the doors opened. So, his family has the whole two floors to themselves. "I wonder what's the rent like?" I pondered to myself. In the elevator, Ashton pressed the button to the garage floor. He leaned on the railing across from me. I could feel him staring at me again, as I rolled my eyes. The elevator comes to a stop and we walked out. I walked in the wrong direction. Immediately, Ashton gently pulled me by the arm leading me in the right direction "this way," he said sternly.

"You sure like pulling on me, do you think I'm a rag doll?" Did I say with a sarcastic tone?

Ashton looked at me, "or maybe you need to be controlled."

Who does this guy think he is? Normally, I'm pretty straight forward and clear in the way I carry myself. No one orders me around, I do what I want when I want. I'm pretty independent. He wants to control everything. I can tell...

**Click Click. A sound coming from the black car severing my inner confliction. The black car-lite up and the engine roared. "That's not a car," He quietly opens the door for me. The car was so low down. Ashton entered from the other side. I analyzed the décor of the car.

"Please give batman his car back." Ashton laughed at my joke. He actually has a nice laugh that showed off his perfectly aligned smile. "Trust me. I wish I had a Batmobile. This is a Lamborghini Veneno, she'll do," He adjusted the rearview mirror the silver dog tag chains jingled as his hands brushed past it. 

I caught a hint of a little accent, as he said the name of his car.

We drove off.