All I Can See Are These Flames Around Me

Crouching down just slightly, I smiled at my reflection in the passenger side mirror of my little compact car. The smile looked almost like one of genuine happiness, but unfortunately my fake smile didn't quiet reach my eyes, making it clear to all the people around me that I had no desire to be here. Against my better wishes I'm standing here, sweating my ass off in the LA heat just to see some shitty band my friends are obsessed with.

Black Veil Brides.

I was never the first choice of who to take with them to this concert. But Jennifer, the one who's ticket I had been so lovingly gifted last night, had come down with the flu and with her inability to keep food down, was clearly in no shape to be at a rock concert. It was their hopes that by taking me along with them that the ticket wouldn't be wasted,but if they had really thought about it having me attend this concert really was a waste of a ticket.

I don't even like this kind of music. It all just sounds like noise to me.

Before last night I had never even heard of Black Veil Brides. But as you can imagine that was quickly changed by my overly obsessed friends, Brit and Katie. Together they spent a good chunk of last night and today teaching me all there was to know about Black Veil Brides and their "Army". So that by the time we had arrived at the venue I knew everything that they felt was vital for me to know so I wouldn't look like a complete ass at the show.

“Nick?” With my arms crossed over my chest I leaned against the hood of my car and watched my friends chat with a group of equally obsessed fans that looked roughly thirteen or fourteen.

“Yeah?” Brit shot me a pointed glance. I wonder if she‘s starting to take back her asking me to join them.

“Can you at least try to act happy?” I shrugged.

"I could try, but that might kill me. And I'm much too young to die, my friend."

In the distance I could see a group of teenage fangirls scream and jump up and down as a couple members of Black Veil Brides rounded the corner of the venue and came into sight. I rolled my eyes at their high pitched screaming. I'm starting to get this crazy feeling that Katie, Brit, and I are the oldest people here.

The singer Andy and the bassist Ashley were all smiles at their group of preteen fans that had surrounded them. Again I sighed. What I wouldn't do to be back at home with a pint of Ben and Jerry's and a scary movie right now.

"Well, you better get over that fear of dying because here come’s Ashley Purdy. At least be nice.” Kate snapped at me which only caused me to I roll my eyes at my friends, that I must mention are in a relationship together, began to primp and get themselves ready to meet the man strolling towards us.

Katie and Brit both giggled like school girls when Ashley came to a halt in front of us. I resisted the urge to gag as he draped his arms around my friend's waists keeping them close to him. I guess they were right, he does think he's a ladies man. Ashley chatted my friends up as I glanced down at my phone which had vibrated in my back pocket.

“Now who are you?” Ashley's voice was lush like velvet.

“Nikki.” a curt grin to the manwhore only rewarded me with an elbow being jabbed at my ribs by Katie.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Nikki, I’m Ashley, Ashley Purdy.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you as well Mr. Purdy.” a chuckle left him and he stepped closer to me, evading my personal bubble. And let me tell you, I'm a firm believer in the personal space bubble.

“Believe me the pleasure is all mine Sweetheart.”

“I do believe I said my name was Nikki, not Sweetheart.”

“Nikki it is then. Do you not like pet names then?” I could tell that I was frazzling the guy. He must not be used to being treated like this by women. Well, I hate to break it to you bub, but I'm not falling for your sex appeal.

“No, I’m just fine with them when they come from people I’m well acquainted to.” Under his breath Mr. Purdy swore.

“Then how about we become well acquainted?” Raising his eyebrow he winked.

“How about we don’t?” It amazed me to see the look of shock and hurt that my words had caused.

Did the little manwhore just get rejected? Oh, I think so.

“Aww Nikki you’re breakin’ my heart!” Holding both hands over his heart he pouted his perfectly shaped lips and bat his deep brown eyes at me. I chuckled at his overdramatics.

“Sorry Ashley.” Smirking I shrugged my shoulders and sat back on the hood of my car.

God, why the hell won't he just leave me alone? There are plenty of other women that are willing to humor him. Hell, there are two standing right beside us. Kate and Brittany would be more than happy to spend a little "personal time" with Ashley Purdy.

“Why do I feel like that sorry was fake?”

“Because it was.”

“Wow.” He spat.

“’Wow’ what?” Anger was starting to get the best of me at this point, sliding off the hood of my car I glared up at him. Goddamn him for being so tall.

“Wow you’re kind of a bitch, and to think I wanted to fuck you.” The words that dropped out of his mouth hurt. And I had the sudden burning passion to slap him straight across the face for having spoke to me like that.

I am not a bitch. And I don't need some whore telling me what he thinks I am. Unable to stop myself, my anger got the best of me and before I even knew what I was doing I slapped Ashley Purdy. The sound of my hand making contact with his cheek was almost bone chilling. A sense of pride momentarily washed over me for having slapped him. I've never slapped someone before. Is it even legal how empowering this feeling is? Once what I had done registered a new look of anger washed over Ashley.

“I am not a bitch I just have a low tolerance for whores.” I growled at his chest.

“If you weren’t a girl I’d probably hit you right the fuck back.” Again my anger flared

Since my childhood I have hated the double standard between men and women. My father had been in the military and he didn't believe in allowing me to wrestle with my male cousins, because he felt that a girl wasn't meant to be rough housed. So as you can imagine it got me even more worked up when Ashley said since I had a different reproductive organs that he wouldn't fight me back.

“So because I don't want to sleep with you, you want to hit me?”

“I’m sorry Honey, but you slapped me first.”

“You know what you’re a fucking prick. I don’t see why anyone would come to see a concert that had you in it.” I screamed, while attempting to look taller than I was.

Our little yelling match had, unknown to me, caused us to do a whole lot of moving around. I guess that happens when you're trying to get in someone's face like I had been doing. We were now at the back of the venue and my back was pressing into the brick wall of the building. Standing my ground I let my back press up against the wall as I glared at the man in front of me.

“You know what?”

“What?” My voice was pure venom.

“You being a bitch is making me so hot.” I attempted to slap him again but Ashley's hand caught my wrist stopping me.

“Is it now?” I growled at him.

“Yes.” So, he's into the whole angry sex thing? Saw that one coming.

It shocked me, but didn't come as a surprise, when Ashley's lips crashed down on mine. I didn't know what to do. In all honesty, this yelling had made me slightly hot for the whore too. I hooked my fingers in Ashley's hair and let the kiss get deeper.

Jesus Christ what am I doing?

Notes

Hi there, welcome to my first story on this site.
As stated in the disclaimer, this story is in fact a rewrite of a story that I previously posted on Mibba.
It has two parts so eventually part two will make on here as well.
I hope you all liked the first chapter!
Chapter two will be posted probably later tonight :)

Comments anyone?