So now that I wrote chapter three of this late night, I feel super motivated, which is good cause things are about to get crazy by next week. Seriously guys. I've got dentist and orthodontist appointments, chorus stuff, AND lacrosse season starts next Friday.
Oh, that brings me to this point- it's lacrosse tryout time, which means HAPPY MARCH! It can finally start getting warm.
Wow, I'm in SUCH a good mood right now. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
This chapter is dedicated to sufergal23 :) I hope you like it!
Ashley Smith let out a sigh of pure boredom, then hopped up onto the back counter, scanning the store. It was practically dead, like every morning. She didn't understand why she got stuck with the crappy hours, even though everyone else who worked at Quickstorm went to school too.
She just didn't get it! Was it because she would immediately get in a bad mood if she crossed paths with a rude person? Seriously, it was their fault. They're the rude ones, not her.
Or maybe it was because she just looked mean, and they didn't want her scaring off the teeny boppers obsessed with Justin Bieber, which was a horrible reason to make a girl work in the morning.
Ashley was one of those diamonds in the rough. She could be totally gorgeous, and by that meaning breathtaking (not that she wasn't already,) but she opted to keep it simple. She never wore make-up, and usually wore jeans or denim shorts and some sort of black shirt.
Which is why people considered her a "mean girl."
But, she didn't have a group of ditzy friends who all wore pink on Wednesdays and were forbidden to wear sweatpants.
Seriously, this wasn't mean girls.
Or high school.
This was the real world.
But, back to why Ashley was gorgeous. She had quite the swarthy complexion, and she had long, black curls and dark eyes.
Guys drooled over her, but she wasn't interested in silly little relationships.
Relationships were pointless.
They only led to break-ups, tears, and broken hearts and Ashley had been through enough of those.
She changed that since high school. And something else.
The raven-haired bombshell was into drugs and drinking, which, to put it simply, led to some not so smart decisions.
She used to live in San Francisco with her parents, Eric and Meredith, who were the poster children of the perfect marriage. But, they were always working, which was probably part of the reason that Ashley was so out of hand.
Then she came to her senses when she was this close to dying because of a drug overdose. She learned her lesson, and spent about a week in the hospital because it was so bad.
For the past year and a half, since she moved down to LA, she hadn't gone anywhere near the devil substances.
She was in college at USC, in her second year, studying Marine Biology. The school was about 15 minutes away from Santa Monica Beach, so they went there a lot to do research and things like that.
Ashley lived with two people she met a few days after she got to LA, and they lived about fifteen minutes from downtown, but she didn't go there much. She worked by the beach, at Quickstorm, clearly beach apparel, and only lived about five minutes away from the beach.
She lived with Berkeley, who was just an average girl, good grades, pretty, nice, nothing unexpected except for her voice. Her voice's range was up there with Demi Lovato's and she was studying music at USC.
The two girls lived with Evan. Evan was gay. But he was pretty much their best friend, and they'd do anything for him, just like he would do for them, and they had a reasonable sized house, due to Berkeley's earnings from a few concerts, not to mention her parents were always sending her money, among other things.
And the other good thing about coming down to LA was new boys. Ashley had gotten her heartbroken enough times back home, and here, while she was still meeting new guys and taken them into consideration, she didn't just give her all to any guy that walked by.
That was the old Ashley. The Ashley that was into drugs and drinking.
She was better than that now. Or was she?
"I don't think this is gonna work out," Kendall Schmidt said to the gorgeous girl standing in front of him. He had to do this. All Jenna King was doing was stringing him along, and he had enough of it.
He was too busy for this relationship, anyway. All he was to the blonde girl was arm candy.
Jenna just scoffed, and rolled her eyes, then turned on her heel and walked away from him, leaving him standing there, in the studio parking lot.
Kendall didn't know why she was here, but she was, but this was his job. He got paid for this.
He was ecstatic to finally have his dream come true. He and his brothers had been singing all their lives and now Kendall was on a show where he got to do that and make money for it. Sometimes, he would admit, he couldn't believe it, he got paid to practically goof off as they filmed their show, and get paid for his voice.
It did seem unreal, but now he couldn't imagine anything else.
Right now, he and the boys were about halfway through season one, and they couldn't wait for the first episode to be released.
Kendall grew up in this town, and he knew how harsh the people could be. He'd seen it second hand when he was a kid, the way his brothers' eyes would cloud over and the sadness would kick in for a few days. Then he saw it first hand with himself for the first time a few years ago.
It almost made him want to cry because the people were so rude.
Speaking of rude, that made his mind go right back to Jenna. God, he couldn't stand her.
Why couldn't he meet a sweet girl who would actually appreciate him and not but him in a bad mood?
All he could do was hope.
Alright, intros done! Can you guess what comes next?