Ashley’s POV
I managed to not speak to Lauren the entire car trip to the airport and boarding the plane. But she was inescapable on the plane. We were seated together in business class, and business class is designed in a way that couples the seats and spaces other coupled seats pretty far away, so it’s pretty impossible to speak with anyone else. I would have thought it would be a better idea to have Lauren sit with Andy, so maybe they could get some work done together and maybe learn a little bit about each other’s musical/working style. But remembering Juliet was on this trip back home, I can see how she would never let that happen, especially with someone as attractive as Lauren.
I’m in my seat and looking straight forward. I didn’t want to give Lauren any eye contact or encouragement to speak to me. I sure as hell didn’t want to make it anymore awkward and mention last night. I can honestly say I’ve never been in a situation like this with someone I am supposed to be working with. I didn’t even remember her until I saw her wearing my shirt, which is kind of freaking me out. Why is she wearing my shirt anyway? Did last night mean something to her? Maybe that is why she is working with us. She must want me. It’s all making sense. She wants to fuck me, and is willing to put the bands future at risk for it too by taking the job with Andy. She probably won’t even hang around to do her job after last night. She’s got what she’s wanted. This must be what all those girls I’ve fucked feel like, totally used. This girl is evil. I smirk to myself thinking that.
“What the hell is your problem?” I hear myself say. I’m still looking straight ahead, but I see Lauren whip her head straight at me in my periphery vision.
Why did I say that for? She has no idea that I’ve figured out her game. What if she takes it out on the band? Or uses her evil on Andy to turn him against me, he is so naïve, he wouldn’t even know what she was doing until it was too late.
“Excuse me?” she questions, still looking at me
I turn and smile at her. If it’s a game she wants, it’s a game she can fucking have.
“You know my shirt.” I say looking at my shirt. “Are you trying to advertise to everyone what we did last night?” I smile sweetly and look into her eyes.
Maybe if I pretend to have interest in her until the end of this flight, where I can talk to management and get her fired, she won’t try anything funny and will think I am playing right into her hands,
She immediately blushes the deepest shade of red and looks away from me. I have to admit, she looks so cute.
“I..I uh, didn’t realize it was your shirt until I saw you in the hallway. To be honest, I was going to lie to you about the ring and say some girl gave it to me to give to you, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember me, not that I’m implying that last night is something you do all the time. Actually I guess I am really aren’t I?” She confessed
“…and I don’t even know why I told you that. I’m sorry, I’ve just made everything awkward” She finished. She looked and my eyes quickly then buried her head into her hands, sighed and looked at the ceiling.
Her response completely caught me off guard. I didn’t expect her to sound so honest and be so sincere. I’m probably wrong about her. I let my mind wander and try and make sense of the situation. I have to figure it out so I can have it go my way. And my way at the moment is to get her out of my life and away from the band. I cannot trust her.
I sigh and take my time before I even try to speak to her again. I need more time to think. I glance over her and see that she hasn’t moved her eyes from looking up.
Even when I’m drunk, I still have a good judge in character and I know management wouldn’t let someone that would put the band in danger on staff. Maybe I can give her a chance and get to know her before making any more judgments.
