?30days with the superstar?
?By authoress pinky?
⚡️Chapter Three (3)⚡️
Subtitle : ✍The proposal✍
Ashley’s pov
“What are you going to do now?” Jasmine voice brou-ght me back to reality.
I stare at them as they were staring at me with the look of worry. I felt angry. Angry at myself and also angry at that jerk.
I dredged up a smile. “Come on, guys. It is just a scandal, it will pas-saway.” I try to hide my fear. I have to be strong for my friends and my family. Because of me, their lives will no longer remain the same because those press would be prying into their life.
Tiffany frowns at me. “Seriously? Is that what you think? It will pa-ss? Don’t you know that your life is in danger?”
“Yes, Ash. Crazy fans of Jsoh will come looking for you to haunt you down. You need to be careful.” Jasmine said.
God, they are already scaring me. What could those crazy fans possibly do? They are humans, right?
Oh, God. I’m so scared. I’m just trying to act tough but I’m not. I’m so frightened.
“I will be alright, okay?” I told with a smile. A fake smile as I walked out of the restroom.
People were still staring at me. Some of them started cursing me. I’m ruined. Totally ruined. All because of that jerk. I hate that guy. I hate him.
???
School today wasn’t so fun. It was finally closing. I got out of the school building without waiting for Tiffany, Jasmine or even my brother, Kyle.
Honestly, I haven’t seen Kyle since. I wonder if he even came to school at all. I started walking when I felt something pas-sme, the thing landed on the floor and when I look at it, it was egg.
Wait, egg? Before I could look up another egg was thrown at me, the egg hit me on my forehead. Oh my God. I’m going to die.
I started running but they kept on throwing the eggs at me. I thought this stuff was only done in Korea. The eggs were touching me on different parts of my body. As I was running, a girl stood in front of me with five eggs. I turned to the other side another girl was there. Soon they all gathered me.
They started throwing the eggs at me. Somebody, please help me. I don’t want to die like this. I’ve always imagined to die in the arms of someone I love. I don’t want to die like this.
Suddenly, I couldn’t feel the egg on me but I know they were still throwing the eggs. I slowly looked up at the person blocking me from the eggs.
“Kyle?” I mumbled.
We heard the whistle, I guess the cops are here. They girls ran off while the police chased after them.
Jasmine and Tiffany ran towards us. Kyle had taken the pain for me because his body smells of eggs.
“Are you guys okay?” Tiffany asked as they got to us.
“Ashley, are you okay?”
I look at them. I felt like crying. I bite my bott-om li-ps as I shook my head. Of course, I’m not okay. I was just being hara-ssed by some girls. How am I suppose to be okay? How?
I turned and started walking away. All I need is to go home and lay down on my bed and sleep. Sleep away the pain, the stress. I just wish this was a dream.
“Ash.” Kyle caught my wrist. I suddenly stopped walking and turn to him. My eyes were teary, no doubt. But I don’t want them to see my tears. I don’t want to cry. I have to be strong.
“Let’s go home.” He said. We walked to the parking lot and entered the car. I waved at Jasmine and Tiffany before Kyle drove off.
None of us talk throu-ghout the ride. I rested my head on the window and close my eyes. Imagines of the girls appeared. I slowly opened my eyes.
Who would believe that my life will be like this after going for that music concert? Who will? Well, better believe because right now I am going throu-ghit already.
We got home. Kyle parked his car while I hurriedly jump out of the car and started heading to the front door. I started seeing flashlight. The lights were so bright that he could blind me forever. I squint my eyes as I stare at my surroundings.
Oh, no. Even reporters were here in front of my house. Will he be a bad idea if I turned away and run as a fast as possible to a far away country? Well, maybe because I might cross path with those crazy fans.
“Is it true that you are dating Josh?” A reporter asked.
“Is it really you on that video?” Another asked.
“What’s your relationship with Josh?” There goes another question.
“When did you both started dating?”
“Do you really love him or you are only concern about popularity?”
“Why were you both making out in public?”
Really? Like seriously? Being a press, a reporter, or a journalist? Is it really an occupation? How can they be prying into someone else’s life like this? I am a victim. Can’t they see it?
Kyle walked his way throu-ghthe crowd of people throwing questions at me. I can’t believe I’ve being standing in one sp-ot until Kyle wrap his arms around my shoulder and helped me to the front door. I couldn’t carry my feet, I’ve being dragging my feet as we walked to the front door.
We rang the bell and almost immediately the door was pulled opened. Mom stood in front of us with tears in her eyes.
We both walked in and shut the door closed. My whole family were staring at me.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at them. I’ve hurt them. They are hurt because of me. I quickly yank Kyle arms from my shoulder and ran upstairs to my room.
I closed the door and locked it with its key. I slide down on the cold floor and started crying.
I hardly cry but I couldn’t stop myself this time around. My forehead hurts. My shoulder hurts. Everywhere hurts.
Those girls are monsters. Why can’t they go over to Josh’s house and threw eggs at him? Why did they come up to me instead? Didn’t they watch the video? He was the one ki-ssing me and not me ki-ssing him.
I kept on crying until I fell asleep on the cold floor.
???
I slowly opened my eyes as my alarm started ringing. I sighed as I looked around. I was still lying down on the floor. I slowly got up from the floor and slam the alarm shut.
I stare at myself in the mirror. I had bruise on my forehead, my shoulder, my right thumb and my ch-est. I wonder how the egg got to hit me there.
My phone started ringing, it was an unknown number. Oh my God. Have those crazy fans track down my number and decided to give me a call? Oh my, what am I even thinking?
I answered the phone and stick the phone to my ear.
“Yes?”
“Am I speaking with Miss Ashley Hamilton?”
I hesitate for a while. “Yes? Please who is this?”
“I am Mr Collins. Josh’s manager.”
What? I look down at the caller ID again. Oh, it was an unknown number. But how did he get my number? I stick the phone to my ear again.
“What do you want?”
I heard clear him throat at the other line. “I will like to speak with you in person, Miss Ashley.”
“Why?”
“Aren’t you tired of all this? Don’t you want it to stop?” Of course I do, jacka-ss. Who on earth is going to enjoy something like this?
I roll my eyes, though he can’t see me. “So? What are you trying to say?”
“I will send you an address. I will like you to come over there. I will send a car for you. Make sure you disguise yourself.” With that he hung up.
I groa-ned and hurried my way to the bathroom after I had taken my bath. I dress up in my usual ripped jeans, a plain white tank top and pulled my hair in a ponytail, as usual.
I didn’t even care to dress the bruise on my forehead, shoulder, thumb and ch-est.
As I was about to go downstairs. My stomach grumbled. Okay, I haven’t eaten since yesterday. I’m famished.
I rushed downstairs with a smile on my face. My mom was preparing breakfast while dad was watching the news. Of course, the news was talking about the video of the jerk and I.
I walked into the kitchen. “Hey, mom.”
My mom turned to me and smiled. “My love, how are you feeling dear?”
“Great. How about the guys. Today is Saturday… So where are they?”
“They both went out to the field. Why did you lock yourself in the room. I was so worried.”
“I’m sorry, mom. I just needed my alone time.”
“It’s alright. You are hungry, right?”
“Very hungry.” I replied. We both chuckled.
???
I was seated at the back of the car. The driver drove the car into a tall building. The building was so beautiful.
He finally parked the car and helped me out with my door. I smiled at him as I jump out of the car.
He took me into the building and told me to go to the receptionist.
“Thank you.” I mumbled and I made my way to the receptionist.
“Hey,” she greeted with a smile.
“Hey, I’m…Ash—”
“Miss Ashley Hamilton.” She said with a smile. Of course, I am now a celebrity of my own.
“Um, yeah. Please I’m looking for Mr Collins.”
“Princess?”
Wait, I recognize that voice. That is the jerk who made my life this way. The moron.
I turned to him and slowly made my way to him, kicking him on his balls and punching him on his nose.
Everyone gasped while the jerk was crying on the floor. I smir-ked and high five myself mentally.
Someone flic-ked his fingers in front of my face, drawing me out of my imagination.
Wait, you thought that was real? LOL. Of course not.
It was the jerk who had flic-ked his fingers.
“Long time.” He said as if we were friends. And he looked so at ease. Didn’t he watch the news? I almost died because of his stupid crazy fans. And here he is acting all normal. Fu-ck this jerk.
“Back off, a-sshole.”
He smir-ked. “You look so…” He stare at me from head to toe.
I had disguised myself as an old woman. Although I’ve changed my dress but the make up was still on.
“Not a word. Are you always like this? Huh?”
He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Oops. My bad.” He muttered and started laughing.
Maybe I just gone with my imagination and kicked this guy’s as-sthen I would be very proud of myself.
“Follow me. I will take you to Mr Collins.” He offered.
I wanted to object and ask the receptionist to take me instead but she was busy on the phone.
“Whatever.” I growled.
We walked towards the elevator and entered. As the door slide closed, Josh pressed the fifteenth floor. We didn’t say a word to each other until we got to the floor.
We entered the office and I sighted a man, he turned to us as soon as we walked in.
“Miss Hamilton?”
“Yeah.”
“You… You look…”
“It’s make up.” I said before he said the word ‘old.’ Josh was just laughing at the corner of the office. I narrowed my eyes at him and turned to Mr Collins.
“Seat. Both of you.”
We all sat down.
“So,” he began. “What really happened that day?” He asked.
I explained but I excluded the part when I m-oan ed. Don’t blame me, it’s so embarra-ssing.
Josh explained and he added the part when I m-oan ed. I glared at him.
“Really? Was that necessary?”
He shrugged. “That part was fun.” He smir-ked.
“You know what, I wouldn’t be in this position of you hadn’t ki-ssed me on my ne-ck, jacka-ss.”
“And I wouldn’t have ki-ssed you, if you didn’t throw your shoe at me.”
“Oh, really?” I turned my full forcus to him, ignoring the fact that Mr Collins was sitting across us. “And I wouldn’t have throw my shoe at you, if you didn’t make me fall to my bu-tt.”
“And that wouldn’t have happened, if you didn’t say sorry in the first place, princess.”
“Ashley. My name is Ashley.” I said with clenched teeth. “And what was so bad in saying sorry. I bumped into you and that was the best thing to say.”
“Whatever.”
“You know what, you are a moron.”
He eyes me from head to toe. “And what are you then?”
“Seriously? Do—”
“Guys! What is wrong with the both of you?” Mr Collins asked.
“He started it. She started it.” We both said at the same time. I scowl at him while he frowned at me.
“You guys need to learn how to tolerate each other.”
“And why is that? I thought you said, you have a way to stop this scandal.” Josh said.
“Exactly.”
“So?” I mumbled.
“You both need to act as a couple.”
“What?” We both yelled.
“Yes. Miss Hamilton, you have to be with Josh for thirty days.”
TBC.