“ASHLEY FUCKING PURDY!” I shout as loud as I possibly can. I see him gulp, and take a step back.

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I don’t care if I’m supposed to be mad at him. I don’t care if everything isn’t perfect, I don’t care if the world is ending. I just don’t care. I flat out sprint towards him. He takes another step back. When I get close enough I jump him.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, and bring my mouth to his. He seems shocked at first but quickly kisses back. He slides his hands under my ass, holding me up. My long multi colored locks cascade down, eloping us behind a curtain of hair. I kiss him until I can’t stand it any more and pull up for air.
“What was that?” He asks out of breath.
Tears are streaming down my face at this point. I pull him in for another kiss and he happily obliges. When we pull away he questions me again.
“Well? I’m not complaining or anything.”
I choke up.
“She’s dead. The bitch is dead!” I grin through my tears. He looks at me quizzically, but kisses away my tears.
“I love you sooooo much Ash.” I say as he sets me down.
“As I love you.” And he leans down and plants a kiss on my head. I smile. For once, just once in my life, I am completely and utterly happy.
“Ahhhem?” Somebody coughs next to us. I turn over and look. The rest of BVB and Lethal Relativity is standing there staring. I blush and look down.
“I take it you want an explanation?” I squeak not looking up.
“That might help a bit babe.” Ash says taking my hand.
I gesture for everyone to sit down. They all do. There aren’t enough chairs. I go to sit on the ground instead but Ashes pulls me on his lap. We all get settled and I explain.

See, my childhood wasn’t normal. My parents were Anastasia and Markov Rezno. They were the biggest drug and trafficking cartel in Northern America. At a young age, I was taught the family trade. I could shoot, I could escape, and I had the flexibility and strength needed. When I turned 15, my dad was failing the family trade, so my mother tried to have him killed. When that didn’t work, he was left unemployed, and broke. He sold me to another trafficking ring. Over the next two years, I was turned into damaged goods. I broke out when I was 17 and handed my dad over too the police with the trade off that I got immunity. My mother was happy when I came home. But when I got mixed up with Ashley she got pissed. The day I told her I was moving in with him she shot me. In the ribs. That was the day I found Ashley at the bus stop. I didn’t want her to hurt him. And as long as I was around he was in danger. But she was dead now. And everything was better.

When I finished. They stared. And stared. Then they all tackled me into a giant group hug.
“Well, I think you two need sometime, we’re gonna hit the clubs.” Andy said, and they all skipped off. Fucking weirdoes.

I turn to look at Ashley. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me. The kiss heats up fast. I break away for air.
“My bus or yours?” I ask without removing my hand from his chest. He just shakes his head at me.
“Ashley Purdy turning down sex? What has gotten into you?” I ask incredulously.
“I wanna take you out first.” He says grinning
I grumble. “Where?”
“The beach?” He raises his eyebrows.
“Fine!” I retract my hands and skip toward my bus. Evil little so and so.


I take my time getting ready. I pull on my shoes and hear a knock on the door. I jump down the stairs to find Ashley smiling at me.
“Ready?” He asks. I nod.
He takes my hand and we walk toward the boulevard.
“Twenty one questions?” He asks grinning.
I grin and nod back. We used to play that game all the time.
“Alright lets start with favorites. Food?” He fires off.
“Garlic breadsticks!” I answer automatically.
“Movie?”
“Psycho, Hitchcock.” I grin. I’ve always had a taste for old movies.


Time passes quick when your having fun. Two hours later we’re walking across the sand, holding our shoes. I’m a couple steps in front of him and decide to take advantage of it. I take slow steps, deliberately swaying my hips. Apparently it worked a little too well. I made it a few yards before Ash came slamming up behind me.
“Walk, straight!” He growled, putting his hands on my hips and bringing himself to me. I just grin and keep it up.
“What, can’t handle it?” I ask seductively, bringing my hands down to meet his.
“Fuck you!” He barks, retracting his hands and storming off in front of me.
“You know you want too!” I yell after him.
We walk on for a little while before I get another idea. I zip down my jacket a bit. And throw my phone on the ground.
“Hold up, I dropped my phone!” I smirk, but he stops and looks back.
I bend over at a perfect angle for him to get a good shot of cleavage. And he takes it. He runs over to me and lifts me off the ground, crashing his lips to mine. My hands drop my phone again, and make their way into his hair. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grabs my phone, stuffing it into his pocket. He starts walking. We make it all the way to his bus and onto his bunk before we both lose it. We shed our clothes within seconds, and he makes me his own.


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“ANDY! Cut it out!” I scream at him. He again tries to move his hand up my thigh. Which results in him being smacked… Again!
“Stopppp it I’m trying to drive!” I yell swerving a bit.
“But, darling, It’s sooo much fun!” He grins cheekily at me.
“Fuck you.” I say with a finality and turn my music up.
The song was just starting, Slut Like You, by P!nk.
How fitting.
“I’M NOT A SLUT, I JUST LOVE, LOVE!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
I don’t actually look all that slutty. A simple black crop top paired with low rise black jean shorts and striped stockings.
I scream a little louder.
Andy gives me a strange look, but I ignore him and continue singing.



By the time the song ended, we had reached the bar. Andy climbed out and we met the rest of the guys at the entrance.
“Are you ready to get wasted!?!?!” CC practically screamed at me.
“Hell Yeah I am!” I screamed back.

We raced each other to the bar, and started taking shots. The rest of them followed suit and soon we were all drunk.
“Hey, Andy. We should go home.” I beg, my words starting to slur. He just waved me off and continued drinking. I sigh and start walking around the bar, looking for familiar faces. I pass the bathroom, and run into someone. I fall back onto my butt and look up.
“Watch where your walking slut.” Some bitch yells at me straightening her hair. She’s like 5’8, bleached blonde hair, fake tan, fake boobs, and wearing more makeup than I do in a year.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re walking, whore.” I spit back, jumping to my feet.
“Why don’t you shut your mouth?” She yells, getting in my face.
“Why don’t you shut your legs?” I retort and walk away. What. A. Bitch. I continue walking around the place trying to find Jake or CC or someone I know that will leave with me. I feel a tap on my back and turn around.
It’s the club bouncer. Tall, African American, Muscular, and apparently angry.
“Did you assault this young women?” He asks me angrily jabbing a thumb behind him. Behind him is the dumb whore who ran me over, looking triumphant.
“Quite the opposite actually.” I say to the bouncer. It didn’t help.
In less than five minutes, I’m on the street walking toward the highway. I’m way to drunk to drive, there aren’t any cabs around, and my phone doesn’t have service. Just. Fucking. Dandy.
I make it another block before a black Ferrari pulls up next to me and rolls down a window.
“Hey honey, need a ride?” He says, pulling down his sunglasses. OH.MY.GOD. It’s Vic Fuentes!
“I would love one, where are you headed?” I ask jumping in the passengers seat.
“Palm Springs.” He says grinning.
And we take off.

*Four hours Later*

“Fuck! That was fun!” I scream bouncing on the bed.
We had just gotten a room in the Ritz-Carlton in Los Angeles.
After clubbing in Palm Springs, mostly dancing on tables, we had drove here looking for a good hotel.
“Yea, it was!” Vic agrees walking over to me.
“Wanna have some more fun?” He breathes bringing his lips crashing to mine. What. The Actual. Fuck.
“What the hell Vic?” I gasp, pushing him back.
“What the hell Kate? I paid for gas, your drinks at the bar, this room, the least you could do is show me a good time!” He screamed.
I reached in my purse and pulled out a was of cash. I threw 500 dollars at him and walked to the bed.
“I’m not like that.” I whisper before getting in the bed.
“I’m getting drunk.” He states blatantly and walks over to the mini bar in our room. Before the bottle so much as touches his lips, there is a banging on the door.
“Fuck!” He cusses loudly. He slams the bottle down and rips the door open.
“We’ve received multiple complaints about you, we must ask you to leave.” Some guy says to Vic. He turns around and glares at me.
“Look at what you’ve done Kate.” He growls. I have just enough time to grab my purse before he grabs my arm and drags me out of the hotel.
“Shit.” I mumble getting in his car again.
“What now?” He asks quietly.
“I lost my shoes.” I stare down at my bare feet. He just laughs at me.
He starts the car, and we leave.

Twenty minutes later we pull up to a gas station. He gets out and opens my door for me.
“Come on, I’m low on gas and you need a jacket.” He grins at me. He’s right, I am freezing in my crop top.

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