Love Me Tender, chapter 1
Ring.
Ring.
"Hello?" I picked up my cell phone nervously. I had a crappy phone, so it didn't even show caller I.D. And I was hoping to God that it wasn't who I thought....
"Why didn't you call before? You worthless peice of s***. You were supposed to come home right away after work. Why aren't you here? You slut. I'm gonna find you. And when I find you, you'll wish you had come straight home."
Click.
He hung up. Master. Ugh. What a loser. Master was someone I had known since I was 13 thanks to a series of unfortunate events. Ha. Unfortunate barely describes it... But right now, I didn't really care. I was at Nikki's house. Nikki's been my best friend since I was 12. And now, I'm 16. She was fun, sarcastic, and different. Not different in a creepy stalker way, just, different. Nikki walked in and threw a pillow at me.
"Geekburger. Come on. Concert starts sooooooon. We gotta go get ready! Come on Ashleeeeeeey!" Nikki threw her pillow at me. Then she grabbed my cell phone and dangled it above my face.
"I'll call Jeremy!" She threatened to call my ex. I jumped and grabbed the phone away from her and narrowed my eyes at her. Then I stood up and started to get ready.
After I had showered, I slipped into a pair of black hip hugging jeans. Then I pulled on a red wifebeater that said "Panic! At The Disco" in black letters. I pulled on a pair of black gloves that had little skulls on them. As a finishing touch, I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail with a red elastic. I pulled my bags over my eyes, and painted my nails black. Once my nails were dry, I put on my makeup. I walked out of my room to find Nikki on the phone with her boyfriend.
"Jack! You can't do this! I haven't been sleeping around! How can you assume that?!" I walked away slowly. Nikki looked angry. Ever since she had started liking Painc! At The Disco, it seemed her boyfriend was always angry. Before that, he had been great. But the first time he saw the cd in her car, he had started getting angrier. I slipped into the living room and turned on the tv. The video for "MakeDamnSure" by Taking Back Sunday came on. I watched it, but I wasn't really registering it. All I could think about was Nikki and her boyfriend, Jack. And of course, the concert we would be going to soon. I heard Nikki hang up the phone. She walked into the living room. Nikki was wearing a pair of jeans, black high heels with a little black bow, a tight black t-shirt, and a cropped army green jacket that had a little silver skull on it. An army green belt hung low on her hips, and she had finally decided to try eyeliner. She looked awesome. We both looked awesome. But then again, we were paid to be. We were both models. Modeling was awesome. When I was modeling, nobody cares if you are smart or stupid, kind or mean, rich or poor. All they care about is whether you can take a picture, and that was amazing freedom. Anyway, Nikki sat down and sighed.
"I have no idea why Jack is doing this! I haven't cheated on him. Ever. I think I'm going to break up with him." She sighed again.
"Nikk, who cares about him. Just forget about him. I mean, we are going to a Panic! At The Disco concert!"
After I said that, we both jumped up and down, screaming out the words to the songs, and preparing for the best night of our lives.
Ring.
"Hello?" I picked up my cell phone nervously. I had a crappy phone, so it didn't even show caller I.D. And I was hoping to God that it wasn't who I thought....
"Why didn't you call before? You worthless peice of s***. You were supposed to come home right away after work. Why aren't you here? You slut. I'm gonna find you. And when I find you, you'll wish you had come straight home."
Click.
He hung up. Master. Ugh. What a loser. Master was someone I had known since I was 13 thanks to a series of unfortunate events. Ha. Unfortunate barely describes it... But right now, I didn't really care. I was at Nikki's house. Nikki's been my best friend since I was 12. And now, I'm 16. She was fun, sarcastic, and different. Not different in a creepy stalker way, just, different. Nikki walked in and threw a pillow at me.
"Geekburger. Come on. Concert starts sooooooon. We gotta go get ready! Come on Ashleeeeeeey!" Nikki threw her pillow at me. Then she grabbed my cell phone and dangled it above my face.
"I'll call Jeremy!" She threatened to call my ex. I jumped and grabbed the phone away from her and narrowed my eyes at her. Then I stood up and started to get ready.
After I had showered, I slipped into a pair of black hip hugging jeans. Then I pulled on a red wifebeater that said "Panic! At The Disco" in black letters. I pulled on a pair of black gloves that had little skulls on them. As a finishing touch, I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail with a red elastic. I pulled my bags over my eyes, and painted my nails black. Once my nails were dry, I put on my makeup. I walked out of my room to find Nikki on the phone with her boyfriend.
"Jack! You can't do this! I haven't been sleeping around! How can you assume that?!" I walked away slowly. Nikki looked angry. Ever since she had started liking Painc! At The Disco, it seemed her boyfriend was always angry. Before that, he had been great. But the first time he saw the cd in her car, he had started getting angrier. I slipped into the living room and turned on the tv. The video for "MakeDamnSure" by Taking Back Sunday came on. I watched it, but I wasn't really registering it. All I could think about was Nikki and her boyfriend, Jack. And of course, the concert we would be going to soon. I heard Nikki hang up the phone. She walked into the living room. Nikki was wearing a pair of jeans, black high heels with a little black bow, a tight black t-shirt, and a cropped army green jacket that had a little silver skull on it. An army green belt hung low on her hips, and she had finally decided to try eyeliner. She looked awesome. We both looked awesome. But then again, we were paid to be. We were both models. Modeling was awesome. When I was modeling, nobody cares if you are smart or stupid, kind or mean, rich or poor. All they care about is whether you can take a picture, and that was amazing freedom. Anyway, Nikki sat down and sighed.
"I have no idea why Jack is doing this! I haven't cheated on him. Ever. I think I'm going to break up with him." She sighed again.
"Nikk, who cares about him. Just forget about him. I mean, we are going to a Panic! At The Disco concert!"
After I said that, we both jumped up and down, screaming out the words to the songs, and preparing for the best night of our lives.
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