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    The Princess and The Puppet – (Chapter: The End of One Thing…)

    CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

     

    ASHLEY’S POV:

    I can’t believe I turned down Spencer, again. But I was being honest about why I couldn’t stay. I really wish I didn’t have to go to this stupid party. I think I am just going to stay a couple of hours and try to get out of there early. When I walk into Grey everyone is already on the dance floor having a good time. I look around for Aiden and see him hanging out with his friends at a table. He sees me walk in and starts walking towards me.

    Aiden: (picks up Ashley in a big hug.) Hey babe, I’m so glad you’re here.

    Ashley: Yeah, me too.

    Aiden: Come on, come sit with me and the guys.

    Aiden takes Ashley by the hand and pulls her over to the booth to where his jock friends are seated.

    So I have been sitting with Aiden and his friends for over an hour now and I am so bored. All they talk about is basketball, and when they are not talking about basketball they are talking about football. Plus, every time they see a cute girl they fight over who can nail her first.

    Ashley: Aiden I’m going to get a drink.

    Aiden keeps talking to his friends and doesn’t even hear Ashley. Ashley gets up and walks over to the bar.

    Ashley: (to the bartender) Diet coke please.

    The bartender gets her drink and Ashley stands at the bar her with back facing the dance floor.

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    Aiden: I was wondering where you went. Why didn’t you tell me you were getting a drink?

    Ashley: I did. Aiden I have to-

    The DJ starts playing a rap song.

    Aiden: Oh, I love this song come on let’s dance.

    Aiden drags me onto the dance floor before I can even say no. He starts dancing really aggressively, grinding into me. He has his arm wrapped around me so I can’t escape. I am really uncomfortable, so I try to think of something else. Okay what would make this situation better? Oh, I wonder if someone could shoot me with a tranquilizer dart, but considering I’m not in an African jungle that’s probably not going to happen. Come on Ashley think. I close my eyes and the first thing that comes to my mind is Spencer. That’s it, I just need to picture myself dancing with Spencer instead of this big ape.

    Okay so she has your arm wrapped around and she is lightly breathing into your ear. Her hand is moving across your stomach. Then she roughly grabs your ass, wait…what the hell! I awake from my day dream and notice that Aiden is about 2 seconds away from having sex with me on the dance floor. I turn around and try to push him off of me.

    Ashley: Aiden, stop, that’s enough!

    Aiden: What is your problem?

    Ashley: My problem?! You were groping me while we were dancing in front of everyone.

    Aiden: So what? You’re my girlfriend, I’m allowed to do that.

    Ashley: You’re such an ass.

    Ashley pushes passed Aiden and storms out of Grey. She is walking to the parking lot when Aiden starts following her.

    Aiden: Ashley, get back here! Don’t walk away from me!

    Ashley: Leave me alone Aiden!

    Aiden catches up to Ashley and grabs her arm to make her stop walking.

    Aiden: What is up with you lately? You have been acting like such a prude.

    Ashley: Maybe I’m tired of you looking at me like I’m just a piece of ass. God, Aiden you don’t even listen to me any more. Every time we see each other you think we have to find the nearest broom closet and so we can have sex.

    Aiden: So I’m a jerk for wanting to have sex with my girlfriend?

    Ashley: You don’t get it, do you?! (lets out frustrated sigh) I can’t do this anymore.

    Aiden: What the hell is that suppose to mean?

    Ashley: It’s over Aiden.

     

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