Chapter 2

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"Josh!" A guy that works here who also happens to be my best friend. "Yea Bells?" "What's my dad doing?" "Ashton may be in j-" I cut him off. I stormed to the room walking in. "Baby he's already gone just us." He winked. I sat down beside him and grabbed his phone out of his hands. "NO PLEASE DON'T!" Ashton screamed. I looked and he was on his pictures. But they were of me and him or me with the guys. Even by myself. "Ash? Why do you have these?" I demanded. "I love you." He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. But I strangely enough kissed back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he grabbed my waist pulling me closer. The door flew open and I pulled back to see my dad. "Uh hi daddy." I said innocently. "Don't daddy me!" He yelled pulling Ashton off and onto the table. He punched him a couple of times until Josh,and a few others ran in pulling my dad off. "Scott" you could get fired." Blake yelled. "I don't care! My little girl ain't dating no stupid teenage dirtbag!" "FUCKING STOP! NOW!" I screamed. I walked more like ran over to ash. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yea." Ash stood up and limped over to me. "Scott! My office!" Chief Derek said. Me and Ashton walked out. He grabbed my hand and said "Bella will you be my girlfriend?" "Of course!" I blushed. We walked to my house. "Great. Mikey's back." I opened the door and told Ash "Sit. I'll be back." I grabbed an ice pack and some band aids. I walked back into the living room to Ashton,Luke,Cal-Bug and Mikey talking. I tilted Ashton's head so I could put a band aid on his jaw line. "Okay you. How do you get into these situations?" I asked while wiping his lip with a wet washcloth. "I don't know. Eww." His lip started bleeding again. "Don't talk." "Okay." I hadn't realized that there was barely any room between us. "Woah! Back da fuck off!" Mikey screamed. "I'm trying to fix his face." "Aye! I'm right here!" Ash pouted. "Take your shirt off." You can tell he was bleeding it came through his shirt. He lifted his shirt off. Damn them abs.

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