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Title:You Saw Me - (Chapter: Chapter 11)
Author:the-real-m3   [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright:the-real-m3
Content Rating:R
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Author's Note:Yay! I'm not fourteen anymore! Actually, my birthday was around an hour ago, nov 18, but it feels good knowing you're just a little bit older, even if it doesn't feel like anything changed

Anyways, Hey guys! This is my new chapter! You probably will not like the fact that it's in Ashley's point of view, but you should really read it, it's very informative. Also, I just wanted to inform you all that I'm gonna go more in depth with some of the characters, I find that a lot of them are way too two dimensional. Anyways, here it is.

Also, I love all your comments and am quite happy to have incited o much emotion. Comments are MUCH appreciated, and they fuel me up!



Summary:Spencer recognizes Ashley from her past, but Ashley doesn't...
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Chapter 11

*Ashley’s P.O.V*

I don’t know what’s up with that crazy chick, but I’m not gonna let her get to me. Seriously though, she keeps on saying things that she expects me to know about, then takes it back, saying that it was nothing! Who the hell is she anyway?! Maybe if she would stop being so cryptic and running away, I would actually know what she’s talking about. But noo, instead she chooses to blurt something out, then say she didn’t mean it, then flee. It’s getting really tiring.

Doesn’t matter to me anymore though, none of business, not that she cares. Who wants to be around a girl who criticizes you for being gay, when she’s gay herself?! I- Wait… I’m pretty sure I’m going in circles now.

Okay…just forget about her. Forget about her and her annoying self. Forget her irritating dull eyes, loud obnoxious voice, her burning glare, or sultry voice, and perfect skin, her beautifully sculpted face, long eyelashes, voluptuous lips, those legs that run for miles, her g-…Dammit! Bad Ashley! Stop!

Ugh. I think I’m drooling.

I let out a large yawn and stretch my arm slightly in the convertible. I blink a few times, keeping my eyes on the road. Aiden said that he’s meet me at the studio. He said that he didn’t want to wait for me. I mean, I oversleep a tiny bit, and he gets all over my case. I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t sleep. And, when I finally did fall asleep, I kept having that dream, so I couldn’t wake up. But then again, I have that dream each night, sleeping is just an excuse to see it.

I park my car, but I don’t see a certain someone’s car parked near where it usually is. I enter the door tired and fatigues, everyone else looks like it too. I see Stan making his way over to me, and I resist the urge to sigh and tell him to fuck off. I silently grit my teeth as he stands in front of me.

“Ashley, it’s good that you’re here, but…”

I swear if the next words outta this guy are what I think they are, then I’ll make sure that the next time I see him he’ll be eating through a friggin straw!

“Spence’s a bit late today…” He says in a meek and quiet voice, likely having read my very angry expression.

He just had to say it.

I clench my fists tightly at my side and I shut my eyes, doing my best to resist temptation. I can hear shuffling footsteps back away from me. I seethe quietly, and slowly open my eyes, letting the light filter in.

I walk past all the working crew, and head off to my dressing room, all in hopes of catching some Z’s. I’m halfway there, when Aiden comes in front of me. What the hell is up with people and suddenly popping up in front of me?! He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it when he sees the scowl on my face and the growl in his direction.

“Yeah, Aiden?” I growl out in a low voice.

“Um…I guess you heard the news.” He says, his voice just as meek as Stan’s was.

“You bet your ass I did. Now, if you don’t remove yourself from my way in three seconds, the next thing you will remember is falling on your ass and me using your face as a punching bag.” I snarl out menacingly.

Yeah, I’m pissed. Can you really blame me?




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