As soon as we were outside of the door, I spotted Rick still sitting exactly where I'd left him earlier. “Hey man, still here?” I asked, frowning.
“No, I left an hour ago.”
“Hilarious. Go call the night guard and ask what the hold-up is,” I suggested. “You definitely sure you can’t come out Saturday night for Seth’s birthday?”
He shook his head in answer. “Definitely. I have family over. Next time though, for sure.”
I nodded absentmindedly as I glanced up at Ashley. She was frowning down into her purse. “I’ll catch you later, Rick.” I walked over to Ashley, glancing over her shoulder and seeing that she had just over four dollars in her purse. “Ready?”I smiled.
As she jumped and looked up at me, her frown left her face and a teasing smile graced her lips. “Actually, I can’t. I’ve just remembered that I have to go and wash my hair. Sorry.”
Brush off number four, why the hell do I like this? “Baby, I’m going to have sex with you tonight, so you might as well be there.” I smiled at her and tried to go for the confident look that told her I knew how to show her a good time. I’d definitely never had any complaints before.
She laughed, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose in distaste. “That’s not happening, sorry. Thanks for the offer and it was nice to finally meet you.”
Her sneakers squeaked on the polished floor as she spun on her heel and walked off. I stared after her in shock. Rejected, five times. This was getting a little worrying, but the annoying thing was, I was actually starting to like it. I’d never really had to try to get a girl before and Ashley’s disinterest was actually proving to be quite fun. Most guys complained about having to chase girls, but in reality, having it handed to you on a plate was boring after a while. This was all totally new to me, and certainly enjoyable.
A smile slipped onto my face as I ran to catch up with her. I wasn’t willing to admit defeat yet.
She didn’t look at me as I matched my pace to hers, keeping my eyes straight, purposefully walking a little close to her side but not touching her. I ignored her completely, trying desperately not to smile as I saw her glance at me quickly, obviously wondering what I was doing by walking so close to her and not speaking. We walked silently down the corridors, working our way out of the building. Every couple of seconds she would glance at me slyly; she actually looked a little worried.
“Which way are you going?” she asked, as she stopped, frowned and stepped away from me slightly. I was obviously encroaching in her personal space and making her uncomfortable.
I pursed my lips, pretending to think. “Not sure yet, I’ll let you know.”
She scowled at me and clutched her purse closer to her side as she walked off. I grinned and matched my stride to hers again; we were almost at the main exit now. She stopped just inside the door and gestured for me to go through first.
“Ladies first.” I shook my head and pushed the door open, standing there, smiling politely until she sighed and marched through it, turning right towards the street. I quickly caught up with her, again walking that little bit too close for comfort.
She stopped and scowled at me. “What the hell are you doing?”
I shrugged casually. “Stalking you.”
A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and her eyes softened slightly. “How’s that working out for you?”
I scrunched my nose up. “It’s a little boring actually. You think maybe you could do something to liven this up a little?” I asked, trying to keep my expression serious.
She burst out laughing and I smiled proudly. “Are you gonna leave me alone?” she asked when she had calmed down somewhat.
“Not until after we’ve eaten.”
She sighed and shook her head. “I really can’t.”
“Come on, Ashley, I need to celebrate the fact that my best friend in the world just had a baby. Don’t make me do that on my own. I’m buying. You can order the most expensive thing on the menu just to spite me if you want,” I offered.
Come on, say yes. One little word. Y.E.S. Just say yes! She didn’t look like she was going for it, so I decided maybe I’d try and make her go for it. There were a few people around, smoking and talking outside the hospital.
I dropped down onto my knees and grabbed her hand before she even had a chance to react. “Please come out with me. Please, I’m begging you, please! Don’t leave me hanging like this in front of all of these people,” I begged dramatically, gesturing to all the people who were now watching me make a complete and utter dick out of myself.
A blush rapidly spread across her cheeks.
“Please, Ashley, I’m begging you to give me a chance! I can’t sleep because I'm always thinking about you. I can’t eat. I don’t even see other girls any more; all I see is you. Please, you’re killing me,” I continued, getting louder. I turned to the middle-aged woman standing staring at us, shocked. “You think she should give me a chance, don’t you? I’ve been in love with her for the last ten years, and she won’t give me a shot. Why, Ashley? Why?” I wailed dramatically, fighting to keep the smile off my face. The gorgeous little brunette was now a bright shade of red as she tugged, trying to get her hand out of my grip.
The lady watching put her hand over her heart. “Aww, honey, give him a chance. If a handsome man begged me like that I’d sure as hell give him a shot,” she gushed, nodding in encouragement.
Ashley shifted on her feet uncomfortably, ducking her head in embarrassment. “Get up!” she hissed.
I raised a challenging eyebrow. “Oh no. This continues until you agree to come to dinner with me,” I whispered. “Please, Ashley, PLEASE?” I begged, loudly.
She winced and looked around quickly with a horrified expression on her face. “Fine, just get up!”
I jumped to my feet, grinning triumphantly. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I gloated. I turned towards the people who were watching the scene in shock and amusement. I held my hands up above my head in celebration. “She said yes!” I shouted excitedly for the benefit of the crowd. Some of them cheered, a couple applauded; I smiled and gave a little bow as Ashley practically ran away from me in the direction of the parking lot.
I caught up to her easily and winced as her purse slapped me in the stomach. “That was so freaking embarrassing!” she groaned, slyly glancing over her shoulder to see if the crowd of people was still watching us.
I threw my arm around her shoulder. “Oh, you loved it.”
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m so ordering the lobster.”
“Yeah, me too,” I joked, winking at her when she looked up at me. Judging by her playful and amused eyes, she wasn’t angry with me for making a scene. When her elbow jabbed into my ribs warningly, I let my arm slide off her shoulder and grinned. “I actually like it a little rough,” I joked, rubbing my side as she rolled her eyes at me. This was the most fun I’d had with a girl for a long time. She reminded me a little of Anna – spunky and game for a laugh.
“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” She raised one eyebrow in warning.
“No way, muffin. I can’t wait to embarrass you in the restaurant too,” I teased.
She closed her eyes and groaned as I closed my hand over hers and pulled her in the general direction of my car. On the way to the restaurant, she barely spoke to me. I purposefully chose a fairly nice one so she could put a dent in my credit card like she obviously wanted to as payback for the little scene outside the hospital.
“So, where do you live? I’ve heard Anna mention you’re a couple of hours away?” I asked curiously, as we scanned the menus.
“Barstow, San Bernardino,” she answered. “But I’m moving to LA next week for my job.”
“Yeah? What’s your job?”
“I’m a teacher; well, I will be a teacher when I move here anyway. At the moment, I work three jobs to pay the rent.” She shrugged easily.
A teacher? Wow, there certainly weren’t any teachers that looked like her at the school I went to.
“You’re going to be a teacher? What grade?”
“Second,” she answered, shrugging.
“That’s good. I felt sorry for the poor kids for a minute then, having to try and concentrate with a hottie teacher. I guess in second grade they won’t be daydreaming about what colour panties you have on instead of listening to your lesson.” I smirked confidently as she laughed and shook her head at me.
“You really are a flirt. I give you ten out of ten for the attempt, but seriously, if you’re expecting me to sleep with you then you’re going to be really disappointed.” She looked at me challengingly as she sat back in her chair.
“Oh, now I get it. You’re a lesbian,” I replied, trying to look serious.
Her hard exterior cracked and she burst into laughter. “So you think the only reason that a girl would turn you down, is because she’s a lesbian?”
“Hell yeah, no girl can resist me,” I replied, only half joking, she was actually the only girl that had ever turned me down. Hopefully she actually wasa lesbian and then I could relax, safe in the knowledge that my sex appeal was unquestioned.
“I’m not a lesbian and I can resist you, trust me. You really aren’t my type,” she stated, looking me over in a disinterested manner.
“Not your type? What the hell does that mean? What’s wrong with me?” I asked, genuinely wanting to hear what she’d say.
“I don’t go for cocky, overconfident guys that care more about how they look than whether they have anything interesting to say. Players just don’t do it for me.” She shrugged taking a drink of her water, her amused eyes not leaving mine.
“I have plenty interesting to say,” I countered.
She leant forward in her chair. “Okay, let’s hear it.”
Fuck it. What the hell do I say to that? I frowned, wondering what she would find interesting. I needed to actually think of something that she would be impressed with. Panic bubbled in my stomach as nothing sprung to mind.
Thankfully, the waiter came over and took our order, so I got a few minutes reprieve. Surprisingly, she didn’t order anything too expensive like I thought she would. When the waiter walked off, I smiled and decided to change the subject. “Cameron’s so cute, isn’t he?” She smiled. “Nice diversion. And yeah, he was incredibly cute, but then again with parents like Anna and Bryson, the kid’s going to be good-looking.” “Yeah, I guess he’s got good genes,” I admitted. “Our kid would be hot too.” As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn’t. Another comment about us sleeping together. Clearly I couldn’t take a hint or a rejection. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she commented, rolling her eyes. “Not around you by the looks of it. So, what three jobs are you working now then?” I questioned, trying to change the subject. “I work in a restaurant as a waitress at lunchtimes. I have a cleaning job, and I’m a maid in a hotel.” She shrugged turning her nose up.
We chatted easily the whole trip. She told me about the school she was going to be working at. How she had graduated college, but wasn’t able to find a teaching job in her home town, so she had to come to LA instead. Apparently, she didn’t like LA very much and was going to miss her mom who she would be leaving in Barstow. She was, however, excited to have her dream job and be closer to Anna and her younger sister. We talked a little about my job and where I lived. I continued to flirt, and she continued to reject me. Ashley was incredibly funny and smart, and I couldn't help but admire her putdowns. During the whole two-hour trip, there wasn’t a single awkward silence. Usually I ran out of things to say to a girl after a little while – which wouldn’t be a problem because I’d just shove my tongue down her throat – but Ashley just seemed to capture my attention. I also noticed little things about her that made me smile, like how she used her hands when she spoke of somethin
Two hours later I was lying flat on my stomach, looking through the eyepiece of my rifle. In the building opposite, I could see five guys fussing around a briefcase. One of them was the undercover cop. Apparently, there were another four guys spread around the building, keeping watch while the deal went down. I didn't need to worry about those four though, the ground team would take them out before they moved in. My comms unit crackled to life. “We’re moving in. Radio silence.” This meant that we could hear what was going on with them, but they couldn’t hear us unless we buzzed to get their attention. That way we didn’t give away their positions. I glanced at Russell, who was about twenty feet away, mirroring my position and aiming at the building too. “I’ll cover the two on the right,” I said, signalling with my hand. “Yeah okay, I’ll go left then.” He nodded, looking back into his eyepiece. My comms unit crackled again. “I’m going in,” Kurt, one of my more reckless team membe
The week passed quickly. Kurt was placed on office duties for two weeks as punishment for his little stunt that he pulled, so that made me feel slightly better. There wasn’t really much they could do about him though; apparently, a warning had been put on his file this time and next time he messed up he’d be transferred to a team that was not as field based as us. Personally, I was now willing him to screw up again just so he’d be out of my hair. Today was Saturday, Seth’s birthday, so we were all heading out to celebrate. I was actually looking forward to it because I’d been working hard all week, so this was going to be the first chance I’d had to let off some steam. And Bryson was coming out, much to my surprise. He’d initially cancelled after Cameron was born, but later called back to say that Anna was making him go and had made secret arrangements for another guard to come and take over her guard duty for the night. He didn’t sound best pleased about it. As I stood ou
The girl I had used the pick-up line on was talking to me, but I wasn’t interested in her. I was too busy looking through the crowd, watching Ashley shake her little ass on the dance floor. I stared after her in shock, then with more than a hint of lust as she started to dance. I groaned and turned back to Bryson, ignoring the girl who was trying to get my attention. “What’s the deal with her? She’s not interested in me at all!” I complained. He laughed and gripped my shoulder, squeezing gently. “She’s not your type, Jace. Let it go.” He pushed me towards the bar again, shaking his head. “Why not? Come on she’s a girl, she’s my type,” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest. The girl was seriously denting my ego. “Jace, Ashley is Anna’s best friend and she’s an incredible person. She doesn’t deserve you dicking her around and using her. Let it go,” he replied. I sighed and frowned. I could understand him not wanting me to hurt Anna’s friend, of course, but
He sighed and closed his eyes in defeat. “Fine, give me a damn line,” he muttered. I smiled, thinking of a line he could use. I didn’t want to give him one that was too good; after all, I didn’t actually want her to fall for it. “Okay, how about you say; do you mind if I hang out here until it’s safe back where I farted?” I joked, knowing he wouldn’t ever say that to a girl. He looked at me in disbelief. Seth and Wayne both burst out laughing. I grinned and shook my head at his gullibility when he’d had a few drinks. “I was kidding. Okay here, say this; do you have sunburn or are you always this hot? That’s an oldie but a goodie.” I shrugged; believe it or not, that corny line had worked for me in the past. He groaned and looked back over to her nervously. “She’s going to shoot me down.” “That’s the point, I want her to shoot you down.” He rolled his eyes. “You owe me for this, Jace.” He turned and walked off, and we watched as she laughed and shook her he
“Wow, now I feel a little like a hooker,” she replied. I burst out laughing at her randomness. “A hooker, really? Does that mean you'll put out if I take you home with me?” She moved closer, raising one eyebrow. “What do you think the answer to that question is?” I blinked a couple of times. I’d never had a girl behave like this with me, usually once I’d made my move they were hanging all over me, listening to me talk, or just checking me out. It was refreshing to meet a girl that could hold her own against me. I decided to go for the honest answer. “My guess is I’m going to bed with a mental image of you, some lube and a box of tissues.” She burst out laughing and shook her head as she slapped my chest playfully. “You just get cruder and cruder the more I talk to you.” I did a little bow as if it was a compliment, which caused her to laugh harder. “So anyway, change of subject; why would your parents name you Ashley if your surname was Right? I mean, tha
I glanced in the mirror, messing with my hair for another couple of minutes, trying to make myself look the best that I could before heading over to Bryson’s. I really needed to give it my best effort tonight. Finally satisfied, I sighed and looked myself over; jeans and a plain, white T-shirt. I didn’t want to go there dressed to the nines and make it too obvious that I was desperate for her attention. “Get your game on, Jace,” I mumbled, as I slipped on my sneakers and headed to my best friend’s apartment to crash their dinner party. Well, ‘crash’ wasn’t exactly right because I’d called this morning and managed to talk Anna into inviting me over; whining that I hadn’t eaten properly for ages and how I'd had a hard week. As always, she fell for it. In reality, she probably knew the reason I was angling for an invite. On the way there, I stopped at the gas station, buying a bunch of flowers for Anna and a bottle of wine. By the time I pulled up at their apartment, I felt a