?30days with the superstar?
?By authoress pinky?
⚡️Chapter Two (2)⚡️
Subtitle : ?The scandal?
Ashley’s pov
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” I quickly apologized and pulled my novel back to my bag. I waited for him to say something but he was just standing, shooting daggers at me.
Okay, I think it’s best if I leave. I gave him my warmest smile and try to walk away when I felt a hand on my wrist and it pulled me back.
“What? Sorry?” He smir-ked. “You bumped into me and almost got me injured and here you are saying sorry.”
“Uh… What do you expect me to say? Sorry is the only thing I can say.” I point out. I am not unusually nice like this but I’m trying to be reasonable here, so why can’t this jerk control himself and get his Fu-cking hands off me.
“You got some nerves, don’t you?”
I tried my best not to roll my eyes. “I said, I’m sorry. What else do you want?” The jerk tightened his grip on my wrist. “Ow!” I yelp.
“Does that hurt?” He asked with a smirk.
“Of course it does. Get off me.” I started struggling to get my wrist off his grip but he was too strong. What the heck? What kind of gym does he go?
“Stop struggling, princess.” He said.
What? Princess? Do I look like a princess to him? I said nothing but kept on struggling to get my wrist off. He suddenly let go of my wrist and I lost my balance and fell down. My bu-tt hit the ground. God, that hurt like a bi-tch .
The jerk started laughing as he tucked his hand in his pocket.
“Seriously?”
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. And mind you, this is just a little lesson. Next time we cross path… Run.”
Wha, wha, what? He smir-ked again and started walking away. Never. There is no way I’m going to let that jerk get away for what he did.
I quickly got up and took off my shoe. Normal people will have a second thought about this but me being abnormal, I threw the shoe at him and luckily, it hit the back of his head.
I high-five myself mentally and smir-ked at him as he turned to face me.
He stare down at the shoe which had just hit his head. Whoa, I never knew I can target like this.
He started walking to where I was. Should I run? Nah, if I do then he is going to see me as a chicken and might still keep on calling me princess.
He finally got to where I stood. I fold my arms across my ch-est and smir-ked.
“Now, tell me who should run from who?” I asked as I raised my eyebrow at him.
He scowled and got grip of my left arm and pulled me closer to himself.
“What did you just do?” He asked. He voice sounded so cold.
I took in a de-ep breath. I can’t be intimidated by his height or cold voice. No. I have to be strong.
“I did what I could think of, jacka-ss.” I fired back.
“Oh, really? Do you know who I am?”
Like seriously? Is he going to brag about being a superstar, right now?
I rolled my eyes, feeling irritated already. “who are you? Oh, I think I know. Aren’t you josh?” I started laughing. “Sadly, I don’t care to know who you are, Mr Celebrity.”
His face became reddish and hard. He was very angry and was glaring at me. His blue eyes became so dark with fury.
“Who the hell do you think you are, princess.”
“Ashley. My name is Ashley and not ‘princess.’ ” I imitate his voice when I said the princess. “And for your question, see me as the girl who just brou-ght down your ego, Mr Celebrity.”
He started laughing. His ha-rd face became soft and he let go of my arm as he run his hand throu-ghhis hair, laughing.
After a while, the laughter died down. “Are you done?”
“You are really funny, princess.” What is wrong with this guy? Ashley! Ashley! Was that so difficult for him to pronounce?
I scowled at him. “Ashley.” I corrected again.
“Look, princess.” He began. Wait, first of all, he just ignored my correction. And second of all, he just called me princess again!!! “I don’t care to know what you Fu-cking name is, but I can’t believe the fact that you threw your shoe at me and here you are staring at me without blus-hing or screaming my name begging me to touch you.” Oh, now I see what the problem is.
“Too bad, I am not one of those girls who scream your name begging you to touch me.”
“Wow, I love your confidence.” He walked closer to me. I quickly a step back, he took another step again and I took another step back. What does he have in mind? He kept on coming closer and I kept on going backward until I reached my limit as my back hit the brick wall while Mr celebrity was standing very close to me.
I could feel his breath, I could perceive the cologne from his body. Wow, this guy is damn cute. a-ssuming I was stupid then I would have being one of those girls throwing myself at him but too good? I am not stupid.
He lean his head closer to my ne-ck. “What…what are you…doing?” I bite my bott-om li-p as I held onto the m-oan that was about to escape from my li-ps.
He was Fu-cking close to me.
He chuckled. His mint breath caught throu-ghme.
“What? Are you turned on?”
I took in a de-ep breath mentally. “You wish.” I mumbled.
He smir-ked. “You look so tense.” He was damn right. I could feel my face turn red. What is wrong with me? I’ve never felt something like this before.
He started ki-ssing my ne-ck. What is wrong with this guy? Does he know the effect of what he is doing right now. He kept on ki-ssing my ne-ck and I foolishly let go of the m-oan . Somebody, anybody kill me.
He pulled away and his weight left my body and he started laughing. Wait, did he do this intentionally.
“I can see you are turned on. You are one of those girls begging for my touch, after all.” He grinned and walked out.
Oh my God. I’m such a fool. Why did I m-oan ? Why? Why?
???
Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep!
Of course the alarm. I slammed it shut and pulled the covers over my head as the memory of yesterday came flashing back.
Why did I m-oan ? Why? I’m so foolish. Yeah, I might have enjoyed his touch but I shouldn’t have let him notice.
Arrrrrgh!!! I never want to see that jerk again. Neither do i want to ever go for a music concert again.
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I got to school late. Kyle had left for school before me. I’m so going to scold him for leaving me.
As I was walking down the hallway to my locker, I could feel eyes on me. Some were mumbling as I pas-swhile some were glaring at me. What was going on?
Jasmine and Tiffany ran towards me. They held my hand and pulled me along with them. We all entered the female restroom.
“What is wrong with the both of you? You almost ruin my hair.”
“We didn’t ruin anything because it is always on that stupid ponytail.” Jasmine said. I shot her a glare because she was damn right.
“What is it? Why did you guys pull me in here?”
“Show her.” Tiffany said to Jasmine.
Jasmine took out her phone and gave it to me. I stare at the screen. It was a video of two people making out. What kind of people will do something as stupid as this?
I rolled my eyes. “They are totally jobless. Why will they be making out in a public place like this?”
Jasmine rolled her eyes while Tiffany sighed. “We know they are making out publicly, Ash. But look de-eply at the people making out.”
I sighed but did as she says as I look at the photo with full concentration this time around.
The guy looks like…hold on a sec, Josh? It was Josh. Oh my God, this is bad for him. I look at the girl. She was putting on a ripped black jeans, a blue crop top and a black leather jacket. She had one shoe on and her hair were packed in a ponytail. Whoa, she looks like me. Oh, no. She is actually me.
Someone must have seen us yesterday when that jerk was ki-ssing my ne-ck and had Video us.
Oh my God. This explains why they were glaring and mumbling at me in the hallway. This also explains why I saw some reporters outside of my compound but thank goodness they didn’t see me. Oh, no. My life is ruined. TBC.
Tbc