Mike

Now shit really has hit the fan.

Hot Head has probably got loads of torture devices set up in her room, just for me. This whole thing was a trap and her parents were probably cackling evilly in to themselves as they imagined me stringed up from one end of Ashlyn's room to the other, being slowly pulled apart like something out of a horror movie.

I could see it all-the rusted pieces of metal hanging on her wall with crooked ends and dull spikes, the creaky blood stained wooden chair with needles, and possibly a guillotine besides her bed.

This little devil has probably got everything painted black and red with imitation wall blood splatter stickers everywhere. And- wait what? Pink walls with Hawaiian flowers all over the place?

No, this is probably a set up.

While she's got me stringed up to her bed, she's going to rip off the wall paper and it will be exactly how I predicted it to be. I'm never wrong.

"Sit." She growled as she shoved me into the room, causing me to tumble into her bed and land face first into the bed post.

I am getting real tired of this 'beat up Mike Nor' ordeal.

"I'm not your personal punching bag, Hot Head." I growled as I took a seat on her bed like she wanted me to do. Women, they're so demanding. Especially this one.

Blondes were so much easier to handle. "Brunettes," I grumbled, "I swear, they're crazy."

There was an unsettling moment of silence and I looked at Ashlyn to find that she was giving me a dead pan look. She's given me several of those in the short span of time that we have known each other.

She must think that I'm some sort of idiot.

"You're a brunette." She said after a while, each word slurred and laced with mockery and irritation.

Damn, I was, but what the hell was I supposed to say to that? I know I'm not crazy because I've seen what crazy was.

Trust me, if you ever walked down the red carpet and seen everyone threatening to break the measly maroon velvet line-the only thing separating you and them, clawing at you with wild crazed eyes screaming your name until their voice turns raw, you'll change your definition of crazy.

I rolled my eyes and glared at her. "Haven't you had enough smart ass?"

Ashlyn took a step forward, startling me and causing me to jump back into her bed a few more feet. This was pathetic, but I feel that this lunatic was going to punch me at any given second. I had to get out somehow and find a way to get out her door.

It was right in front of me, but Ashlyn was a few feet away from it.

If I tried to make a run for it, she would probably intercept me and knock my lights out. Escaping right now at this moment when Ashlyn is unaware could be my only chance.

The brunette crossed her arms and started to pace back and forth in front of the door as if she was to start a long monologue.

Great, my chances of escape are now at a zero.

"Matter of fact," she began, "I have had enough. Who the heck do you think you are to barge in here and interfere with my family?"

I crossed my arms and looked at up at the ceiling, wondering when this girl will ever learn. "Hmm... I wonder. Incredibly handsome?" I looked down at her and narrowed my eyes. "Check. Fucking rich? Check. Famous? Check."

With one last final touch, I gave Ashlyn one last look of mock surprise, "Oh, well won't you look at that! I'm Mike Nor!"

My sarcasm was meant to infiltrate her insulting behaviour, but it seemed to just bounce of her chest, fall down to the floor, and be crushed under her feet.

Pointing an accusing finger right in front of my face, Ashlyn began again. "Two things. One, enough with your profanity-"

"What's that?" I asked.

I had an idea what it meant, but I didn't know it's exact definition.

Ashlyn's mouth fell lightly open in surprise, but she quickly shut it and continued her rage speech. "Two, get out of my life, tell my parents that your not my boyfriend, and leave me to explain things."

There was no way that I was going home in utter defeat like this. Although she was a disgusting dirty poor ally rat, I need to win her over and get this thing done once and for all. If I give up, Garrison would never let me hear the end of it.

I had to get her to be my girlfriend, even if I have to go to the extremes.

"I'll pay you."

Again, Ashlyn's mouth dropped down to the floor but this time she wasn't able to close it.

"What?" Her mouth gaped open as her voice screeching up to a high little squeak at the end.

"I'll pay you to be my girlfriend." I stated simply.

Sometimes, things are best said in a simple manner and left alone for the other person to comprehend. Honestly, how could a beggar like her quenched for the thirst of money deny an offer like this?

Ashlyn managed to pick her jaw off the ground and cross her arms. "Come on," she laughed as she shook her head, giving me an unbelieving look, "don't tell me that you're that low."

Possibly, yes. But I was going to have the last laugh in the end.

"I've got money to spend. I can easily buy you over."

I had stooped incredibly low, but please. I had to save a little bit of my dignity. The only reason why I'm offering to buy her over is so I can have my sweet revenge in the end and to see her heart shattered to pieces. I'll pay anything to see her heart break.

Scoffing, she slumped down into her swivel chair and raised her eyebrows. "I would love to see you try." Although she was having an attitude about it, I could tell that she was interested.

This was it. I had her.

I smirked as I pulled out my wallet to add to the scene. Everything is always a whole lot more dramatic when you pull out props.

"And if that's not enough, I'm willing to pay off your family's debt."

She narrowed her eyes on my wallet and looked back up at me, her eyes hardened like steel-the same cut throat look my father has when he's about to make a deal.

"How much are you willing to give me?" She asked as she still studied my wallet-looking at it as if she was trying to look through the leather and count the money for herself.

"Five hundred dollars. I gave the loan sharks most of my pocket cash."

Ashlyn glared at me, making me want to jump out of my skin and get the hell out of this place. I hated when she did that. Every time she glares at me, I could feel her punch my jaw and throw my head into my locker-making me relive what happened today all over again.

Shooting up from her chair like a bullet, she marched up to me and stopped when she was only a few shy feet away from me. "You think I'm only worth five hundred dollars? You better push up those numbers."

Although I was cringing in the inside, waiting for her to punch me at any moment, I managed to roll my eyes.

"Personally," I swallowed hard as I continued to think of something to mask my fear, "I don't think you're worth a penny, but I'll cut you out a deal. One thousand dollars."

She sneered. "Ten thousand."

I widened my eyes and every nerve in my body when out, causing my fingers to give way and drop my wallet. Even to me, ten thousand dollars is still a lot. "Holy fuck! No! Five thousand and that's the highest I'll go."

The girl refused to budge. "Fifteen thousand or else I'm not playing along."

This was ridiculous! What was she thinking!

Throwing my hands up in the air, I snatched my wallet off the floor and shot her a nasty look. "What the fuck are you doing! You're supposed to go down in deals like these and meet half way through, not raise it!"

Ashlyn shrugged her shoulders and the lines of a smirk slightly crept up the side of her face. I could tell she was trying to hide her cocky little grin, but she wasn't doing a very good job at it.

"Well," she smiled as she tilted her head to the side -enjoying her quick moment of victory, "I have my own way of making deals. It's a go or a no."

I couldn't believe that I was actually going through with this. Ten thousand dollars is too much for a pointless and useless charity like this. Fine, whatever! She could keep it! Her heart was going to get broken any way, so it didn't matter.

Charity, this is all charity. I've given money to charity before so this shouldn't be anymore different-but this is to a freaking annoying slime ball that doesn't deserve anything.

No, this is called the Broken Heart Charity, the charity that puts every bitch in their place and breaks their heart.

"Fine!" I snapped as I marched out of the door. "Have it your way. Ten thousand it is."

She'll get it in the end, just watch. It will be worth every single penny that I put into this.

"Mike is there something wrong?" One of her parents asked, walking up to me and pulling me farther into the living room.

Shit. This whole time I was concerned about Ashlyn busting this whole thing when it really could me. The look on my face at the moment was so sharp it could stab somebody. If it could, the person I would stab would be Ashlyn.

She gets on my nerves more than the paparazzi. It will be great to get rid of her and get this whole thing over with.

I let Ashlyn's mother sit me down on the couch, and I was finally able to muster up a half hearted smile-the pointless one's that are not smiles but still are.

"Of course not," I lied "everything is going perfectly! I am glad that you all are safe."

Not really. It didn't matter if they were taken in by the loan sharks or not. The world wasn't going to stop spinning just because they were in huge trouble. I only went through with the deal, so I could save my own ass.

Out of no where, Ashlyn's mother attacked me with a bear hug and I couldn't breath. Was this women crazy! Where are the bodyguards when you need them!

"How can we ever repay you! You are so kind! We can't thank you enough!" The women screamed as she continued squeezing the life out of me.

To start off with, she could try to not kill me! I would really love it if she did that.

When I thought that Ashlyn's mother was a handful, her father plopped down on the couch next to me and shook my hand, which lifelessly clung to my side since all the blood circulation was cut off from this women's hands.

"Son," her father beamed proudly, "I'm not always approving of Ashlyn's taste in boys but what you did today shows me you are capable for my daughter. You can marry her now if you want."

I'm sure that was meant to be an honor and a privilege, but I will kindly decline- more like bat the idea down with 

Ashlyn stopped in the middle of the living room gawking at us. "Dad!"

Finally letting go of me, Ashlyn's mother patted my back and held her hands in hers. "Is there anything you want from us? As a payment for what you did for us today?"

Oh god, were her hands wet? From what? I don't even want to know. Sweat, tears, snot- I had gotten in too deep. This was the worst day of my life. After this, I'm going to have to wash my hands at least thirty times or maybe even boil them in water to get rid of the germs.

A nervous laugh escaped me as I quickly pulled my hands out from underneath her in a quick snap.

"Your safety." I smiled again-saying whatever I need to say to get them to like me "You know those loan sharks are pretty shady, so you folks need a safe place to stay... I'll get you-"

The little boy at my feet tore his eyes away from one of his broken toys, and looked up at me like I was his favourite super hero that came to life. "You mean we can stay with you at your place!"

What gave him that idea! I never said anything about them staying at my house.

I took around and saw that both parents had a hopeful glimmer in their eyes. This was the reason why I hate kids. They always get me into trouble. That's why children need to be shipped off into a boarding school when they're four-at the latest- so they can learn not to be assuming and dirty snobs like that!

The lack of manners in this place is sickening.

"Um, I wasn't really saying-"

Ashlyn's parents cut me off, starting on a whole frantic spout on their own.

"Oh we can't do that. Shabby people like us can't be able to live in a nice place like yours."

"We've can't handle that high tech stuff. We'll just rent a room at the hotel near the police station. I am friends with the manager's wife, Toby. He's a real nice fella'. I'm sure he'll let us stay there." Her mother joined in.

The man next to me hit my back so hard that I bent over from the force. That's where Ashlyn got her strength and continuous habit of hitting people you just met. A streak of violence must run in their blood.

He tried to hit my back again, but I smoothly moved to the side and dodged it. "We're troopers son. We're not built for comfort. Say, Ashlyn has always been into the newest trends and technologies. She'll come along with you! We'll stay behind!"

Fuck. For that little devil to stay in my house? Absolutely not.

Ashlyn's probably a vampire, the ugly ones that you don't see on television. This whole thing was a trick, so I could invite her in and she could suck my blood.

But what if I could work this towards my benefit?

Thanksgiving break has already came around the bend and I wouldn't be seeing her that often.

If Ashlyn was in my house, I could constantly work on her with my natural charming self, have her fall heads over heels for me before the break ends, make a scene at school when we get back, and break up with her the next day.

My logic is flawless and fool proof.

No girl could deny me after being around me for a whole straight week. I could tame any wild beast with that amount of time and dedication.

I'll go ahead and bring her in. I'll just wear a necklace of garlic cloves to keep her away when things go wrong.

Standing up, I smiled at her parents and walked up to Ashlyn, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. I would have held her by the waist, but the noob would probably freak out and ruin the show.

"I think we have a spare room." I smiled. "If you don't mind, we'll leave now." I couldn't stand another minute in this place. I had to leave as soon as possible. All these people were crazy!

Ashlyn's mother nodded her head, but as if lightening struck her she popped up from the couch like an old rusty spring and rushed past us. "Ashlyn! Pack your bags so we can leave as soon as-"

Jolting her whole body away from me in a rigid and swift jerk, she followed her mother and threw her hands up in the air and slammed them back down. "There is no way that I'm going to Mike's house!"

I nearly laughed when her mother completely ignored her worries by drowning Ashlyn's complains with her own small talk of what to pack and what not to pack.

Ashlyn looked so helpless for once. It was brilliant.

"It's fine." I chuckled as I opened the door to get things moving along, "she doesn't need to pack. I'll buy her some clothes along the way."

The little devil threw an enraged look in my direction. "Liar."

Did she forget our deal already! "Ashlyn," I grumbled while I lowered my eyes at her, "I'm your boyfriend. Why would I lie?" I said boyfriend as loud as I could, hoping to remind her of the deal we made a few minutes ago.

"Now come on! Let's go!" I said even louder-flinging my arms in the direction of the door to where it made my joints feel like rubber and my arms like traditional Stroganoff with wide egg noodles.

Reluctantly Ashlyn followed me to my car, and we were finally able to leave that damn chicken house.

***************

The ride back to my place was slightly disturbing. I expected Ashlyn to be making a huge commotion about it, complaining about out deal, or putting up the rules of what to do or what not to do.

Instead, she sat there quietly with a big grin on her face, her hands fidgeting around her the seat and out the window. Maybe she was enjoying the expensive white Italian leather seats. Who knew an expensive car was this little brat's Achille's heel.

Who wouldn't be happy sitting in a million dollar car?

Suddenly, a large screeching filled my ears, distracting me from my own thoughts. What the fuck was that!

"Stop the car!" Ashlyn screamed as she stuck her head out the window and looked behind her. "I dropped my pocket knife! My dad gave it to me!"

What could she possibly be doing with her pocket knife- oh dear God no. Please let it not be what I'm thinking of right now.

I took a quick look at the passenger seat and saw it torn to shreds and I could see through the side review mirror that the car was covered in jagged and light chicken scratch. Was fifteen thousand dollars not enough for her? Being around her was torture enough.

My car. My precious car. She ruined it! Tearing into the nearest Seven Eleven at a record speed, I slid the car in between two towering mini vans and hopped out to inspect the damage.

On the sides in squiggly and rough lines it read, "Mike Nor is a big fat idiot" but the 'R' in Nor was backwards.

Anger fumed and boiled inside me, and I swear that I could feel heat blaring out of my nostrils. All sorts of insults sped through my mind like wildfire, but there was no way that I could say them.

They were all stuck in my mouth -all wanting to come out at the same time.

"What...the fuck... is this?"

Ashlyn curved her eyebrows like an innocent child and stuck her head out of the window to admire her handiwork. "Oh that!" She exclaimed like it was nothing. "Darn it," she muttered as she puckered her lips, "I made the 'r' backwards didn't I?"

I can't handle this anymore. "Fucking bitch, what the hell-"

All the eyes in the convenient store and random people filling up their gas tanks turned their attention towards me. Now I was making a scene. Why the hell did she do that in the first place!

I just had to walk away for a few minutes, come back, and talk this out in a more serene manner.

Ashlyn was like a little puppy that chewed up a toy -a really expensive one that was worth a million dollars! Calm down Mike. If you are willing to put the time and patience in this little brat, it will be worth the investment.

Every nerve itched and shuttered at the thought of just talking to her, but I had to walk away before I did something real stupid. "I'll be back." I growled between my teeth.

When it wasn't enough for Hell to come to me in the form of a girl, it came back again. I swear, I only turned my back for one second and Ashlyn was behind the wheel doing God knows what.

The next thing led to the other.

The way Ashlyn almost crashed into three cars at once in the parking lot showed me that she did not know how to drive, but I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do was watch my million dollar car teeter crazily through traffic and run through red lights and dance on the edge of destruction.

Thankfully she made it into an abandoned parking lot, but of course she crashed it into a light post, hop out on time, and let the pole crash my beautiful car into smithereens.

That's how we ended up in my bodyguard's limo -awkwardly sitting in front of one another.

I can never forgive her or stop glaring at her. "Have you ever driven before?" I snarled.

Ashlyn bowed her head and continuously overlapped her thumbs and slid them over each other like she was playing thumb wrestling on her own. "Once," She replied quietly "in a parking lot. But everyone told me that I was pretty amazing at Mario Kart, so I just thought-"

"Oh, I see. You thought it was okay to wreck a million dollar car on the investment of all the positive comments you got on your video gaming skills!" I screamed. "Are you crazy?!"

She shook her head and glowered at me, crossing her arms defiantly. "What kind of dumb-nut would walk out of his car and leave the keys! To me, that just screams out, 'drive me!', 'drive me!', 'drive me!'"

"Are you fucking mental?!" I screamed. I leave the keys in the car all the time when I'm with my friends and they never had random urges to take off in my car.

Ashlyn rolled her eyes and looked out the window. "No," she muttered, "but you sure as heck are."

How was I crazy? I've been calm this whole entire time! What kind of family gets involved with loan sharks, who throws out punches like they were candy, and who rips up a seat to an expensive car? Clearly not me.

The nutcase is her, Ashlyn!

"But I'm not the one who crashed a million dollar car!" I snapped in reply to her ludicrous comment.

She scoffed and turned her head toward me again, her face mocking me with a subtler form of hate. "Was I the one who payed you to go out with me?"

When can she ever stop talking and being a smart ass!

"God, just shut the fuck up!" I grumbled as I threw my hands into my face and moved my skin in every agonizing direction that I could, "I'm sick and tired of this fucking shit!"

Ashlyn threw herself against the seat and covered her face with her hands. "Ugh! Can you stop dropping the f bomb every five seconds? It's getting real annoying."

If she thought that was annoying, I would love to see how she would respond to this.

"Fuck fuck fuckitty fuck. Fucking fuck fuckitty fuck. Fucking happy?" As every syllable escaped my mouth, I nodded my head from side to side watching Ashlyn's fume and crinkle on the sides as each word seemed to twist her face.

Plugging her ears and squinting her eyes like a little kid, she scowled at me. "Oreos! You are so annoying! I can't see how any girl would love you!"

I scoffed. "You know there are thousands of girls dying to be you with me right here, sitting next to me." This girl did not know how lucky she was to have me with her. She was lucky to even have me talking to her.

Ashlyn's hazel green eyes gazed out the window and all the anger seemed to drift away-slowly being replaced by another odd feeling that I could not quite understand. Every girl expresses this moment in a different way, so it's hard to prevent before it happens but I assume she's getting into the phase of a dramatic speech or the unveiling of her true emotions.

Shit. I had to find something to shut her up.

My eyes frantically searched the car and found the orange bottle of pills that I was supposed to take at night laying crookedly in the seat apartment holder. Those pills help me sleep at night and within minutes I feel knocked out.

Maybe if I ground it up, since it's not too hard and slip a little bit of it in her water, she'll be asleep and dense like a log.

"And I would die to become one of them." Ashlyn began with a grumbled and jaundiced tone, "I would do anything to never come across your face, but here I am running straight ahead and face planting on your ugly little life. What the heck happened? It's so rare to run into a celebrity alone. To run into a nasty one is special and highly rare. But running into you? The odds are so against it it's unfathomable and not even funny-"

What was the point of these long and dramatic speeches? She could have just said it all in her head and gave herself a standing ovation because I sure as hell wasn't.

Leaning in, I offered the bottle of water that I had spiked. "Water?" I kindly interrupted.

Without hesitating, she popped off the cap and swallowed it down. "Thank you. Like I was saying, this is a nightmare! I never thought that running into a famous star like you would turn out to be like this! Why would a poor girl like me run into you anyway! It's crazy! You blackmail me to be your girlfriend so you can... Man, I'm getting tired."

Her eyes widened when she saw how my hands were fidgeting with my prescription bottle.

"Did you just drug me?!" She gasped as she snatched the bottle from me, even as her movements became more and more sluggish.

Yes, yes I did.

She didn't even have the time to read the side affects, as, just like that, she dropped dead like a fly and snoozed the whole way there.

Finally, peace and quiet.

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