As soon as she had begun to turn around, Ash wanted to call her back to him. He wanted to apologize or something, to get her another drink and pretend that this hadn’t happened. Instead, he just sat back and took a long drink from the bottleneck. ❝Don’t bet on it.❞
Three weeks had passed and Ashley had attempted to put this behind him. He had even taken that bartender’s Kandi’s number, trying to mend his hurt feelings. The young man assumed that he’d never see that girl again, avoiding the college like the Black Death, as well as making sure to never be around orchestras. His mistake was going to be a one-time thing.
At least that’s what he told himself while he toiled at his workplace. It was an extremely long day for him, these thoughts piling up much like the wood his machinery knocked down. So deep in thought was he at times, that his boss and several coworkers had to step right in front of him to get his attention. “I need you sharp, Ash! Pay attention to what you’re doing!”, his foreman had shouted with an expression of stern concern. He shook his head clear, giving it his all to get through this one task. And this was done several more times.
Finally, it was about that time. Equipment was put back as the lumber mill started to close for the day. His partner Thomas tapped his shoulder gently as a form of greeting, saying “Good night, see ya tomorrow” with his dark eyes. Ash smiled at him, giving his own sendoff before he walked into the backroom.
The time card was pulled out of the sleeve and he tucked it into the tiny box on the wall. It rang, accepting his time out. Just as he was about to put it back into its home, his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a notification. “Party tonite! You up to hang? ;p”
His eyes squinted, looking for the contact who had sent this. He swiped the screen, tapping on the text message. A look of amusement crossed his features; it was that guy.
“Sure! Always down for a shindig.Where’s it at?”, Williams texted back. His phone was tucked into his back pocket, heading for the exit. His backside vibrated with another message being received. “My place. You coming?”
He shook his head with a smirk of mischief on his lips. His car was not far ahead, Linda sitting there beautifully, waiting for him. Dark eyes studied her, debating between self-care or self-harm. Not another moment passed until he gave his response. “Hell yeah, gimme ten minutes.”
The car door opened and he plopped himself into the driver’s seat. Linda was turned on, backing up out of the parking spot a minute later. With his foot on the gas, he sped out of there for a night with friends.
Rebecca distracts herself with different things, writing, reading, studying that would make her laugh, hell... she even considers getting high with Lydia, just for forget the weird sense of loss of something new. But, she just does most of those things, and yet questions still sprang to mind, pondering things didn’t help her case.
Truth be told, when walking into college, she THOUGHT she saw a flash of leather jacket that seemed awfully familiar, her blue eyes peered at the sight, but it had to be somebody else she’d supposed.
After lying with Lydia on her bed, and talking about other mundane things while the rain poured outside, she decided to accept her offer of some kind of party that was being thrown, Beau and she had become better acquainted, and seeing the mischievous and offbeat man would put a smile on her face, not to mention the dynamics between he and Lydia would brighten her evening.
As she readied herself for this party, or get together she guessed... a feeling of being third wheel was pushed aside from the happiness of seeing Lydia and Beau together, it was something she could sense would be revealed tonight, and she was happy for it.
Stepping out her yellow cab, and adjusting her skirt, she spotted Beau’s place and her hand reached into her pocket and double checked the address. She sighed in relief, but her gaze spotted a car driving past her...
Wait... that couldn’t be?
Not waiting an answer, she scurried aside and knocked on Beau’s door, her feelings muddle with sickness, and murky emotions that emitted, paranoia mostly. After what seemed like a LIFETIME the door swung open, and she was met with the face of Beauregard.
After some mustered greetings, and a beer in her hand her paranoia faded slightly, that was UNTIL a knock on the door sounded firmly, and her eyes, shocked and full of knowing darted to Lydia’s who could only stare back, stunned also at their predicament they both didn’t expect.
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