get the f*** over it ! (ASH)

[Charlotte Styles]

Wow, juniors. They were so much fun. She wouldn't say they are her groupies, she is not Lady fucking Gaga. More like pons in her little game of High School. They looked up to her, and it was so cute. She didn't even know any of their names, nor could she give a shit. But they had wealthy daddy's and has slight sexcon potential, like Charlie herself. But they were pissing her off so she saw a big table in the cafeteria, and seeked towards it. They were surrounding her to wolf to the fucking prey it was rediculous. Like she was a candle on a giant birthday cake, except she wasn't going to get out any time soon. Sitting they sat in seat around her. That was until a girl began to get out a brown paper bag. What the hell?

"You, get the fuck away from me with that. Tuna much, seriously. First rule, don't eat in the cafeteria. Leave", she said to the girl and she got upset and ran off. Stupid little cock tart, pretty pathetic really. Looking to the others some then followed. Chow then. The ones left she then turned too. "Don't get me wrong girls, I lvoe to eat. Food is cool but you just don't eat it in public. Especially not a brown paper fucking bag this is not grade school. This is high school. Food, it can be judged. Like digestion, discreasion, it isn't pretty. And we want to be pretty don't we sweeties?", she asked and they smiled and agreed. She then got a text message and got out her phone reading it. But the girls were still here? What the hell is wrong with this picture. Looking up she then sighed. "That is your que to leave girls. Chow Now", she said and they fled off quickly together giggling. Kids, seriously.

Typing she then saw him in her peripherals. The message could wait, because she knew him from anywhere. Ash, that little shit bomb. She was friends with him freshman years, but let's get real. Like it was going to last. It was a kid thing; a no one for fun; hanging with loser sesh. Completely over it, but she was not friends with him anymore. She wasn't even sure they were the same fucking species. When really, he stopped talking to her. Ass!

[Ashley Shaw]

Ah yes. The cafeteria. The worst place in the world. He wasn’t even sure why he’d even come here. It was crowded and full and just so… awkward. Working through crowds and crowds of people generally wasn’t a comfortable position to be in. not many people really took notice of Ashley Sylvester Shaw, the seventeen-year-old walking Atomic Bomb (with contrary nicknames such as Little Boy and Father Chernobyl). It was a change from being notice due to a criminal record to being known by just about no-body. Then again, he did want some attention, and received most of it from his girlfriends ‘big brother’. His shocked him a little since it should be May giving him all the attention. Nope, Antosha was the one calling him babe and boyfriend at just about every conceivable time he could. He guessed that even he was in an odd position with this whole relationship business.

While contemplating all of this, he had never expected to see his old friend Charlotte Styles. Damn, she had grown up. She gotten much more ravishing. She also seemed to be the center of attention these days, well… there was Zachary LaRousse as well, but he guessed it was time for the Monarch to settle in. He didn’t know what drove him to talk to her, she would probably hate him for zooming his attention to his own well being. Depression was something he had fought alone and he had had to abandon all his previous friends in order for it to subdue. He wouldn’t tell her that though, and he’d try to keep as positive as he possibility could, save all the side effects of anti-depressants and whatnot.
He walked up to her, making sure he was in a calm mood, he was not going to fuck this up, hopefully she hadn’t changed, but by the looks of things, she certainly had. He got close to her and waved a little.

“It’s good to see you again, Charlotte, it’s been to long,” he said, hoping that maybe she hadn’t changed as much as he feared. If she had, then he prepared to set lose and leave as soon as he could. Until then, he could dream.

[Charlotte Styles]

He decided to talk to her. Um....no. He, does not talk to her. Goth much! Anyway she only put herself around normal people now, or atleast normal meta people. Seriously, she wasn't that fucking charitable. She didn't even know what he was like now, not that she cared. Maybe someday when she is old sitting in a mansion sipping fucking wine she might think back but now, no, not really. Looking to him while texting she didn't look to enthused and thne looked back to her phone.

"Not fucking long enough Ash. What do you want?", she asked. She wasn't going to tell him to fuck off and get a life or whatever. She knew him and was friends with him. That would be low even for her. She was trying to get things ready for her party but something inside her felt weird. She felt for him because they were once BFF's. So really, she didn't want to hurt his feelings. She wasn't a complete and total bitch.

Texting her girlfriends, she then saw he was their so she exited out of her phone. Slipping it into her bra she then turned to him, not smiling but having an expression of slight frustraition. Still, she didn't want to be bad to him. So she was halfway between bitch and fucking bitch. She looked at him, wondering kind of what he had to say. Half because she wanted to get the fuck out of their and on the other half, she kind of wanted to know what he had been up too.

[Ashley Shaw]

Ashley scowled as she remarked, looking a little disgusted. What a woman now! Once a lovely girl who couldn’t be without friends, now forced to endue fan girls and a normal life as a teen girl. He smirked. Ahh, the life of a mentally wavering teenager was much less boring than that. And he was partially sure he had a Christmas which was worth double of hers due to it’s sheer change and randomness. Sure, choking on a gulp of Jagermeister wasn’t all to pleasant (or rare, for that case), and was to be expected of someone who hadn’t been drinking for three years or didn’t come from Russia. He had this theory that Russians could generally drink a lot more since they had vodka, and vodka was strong. Really strong. Then jagermeister beat it, only to be beaten by ever clear’s 151 proof and then ever clear 190. The last two were illegal in many states. The amount of alcohol in them was impressive.
He raised an eyebrow and slipped his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels before shrugging.

“I just wanted to see how you were doing,” he said, “you were a friend of mine once, ya know.”
Really, he could have worded this better, but when working off his head, he was useless. Maybe a little to useless because it sure as hell made for some really awkward situations. But then again, he was used to it. Awkward was what he handled best, so it was a question of if things would be a challenge. It depended on the person, he guessed. Know, he knew. The person changed everything, for good or for worse. It wasn’t like it was that hard to suss out, and at the moment, it didn’t seem to be going in a good direction. Something had changed between him and Charlotte. It wasn’t good, and that was all he was sure of.

[Charlotte Styles]

He was out to annoy the shit out of her? Charlie thought so, but he was just trying to pick up conversation. Really, she should just have a good dnm, but why. They weren't friends (anymore), they had nothing in common nor did they barely know eachother existed. Not anymore at least. But he made the universal hint that they were once friends. Yeah, not to proud about that. Rolling her eyes at what he said she then felt the vibration in her bra. She could be texting to someone who has a life, but she was now a fly stuck in Ash; the spider's web of conversation. Fucking rediculous.

''Once upon a time maybe, Ash. But I am doing fine. Five by five and peachy fucking keen'', she said sighing and then got out her phone returning the message. This was irritating and fucking useless. They had no part in each other's lifes. He played the role as freshmen bestie in her life, nothing more and nothing less. She kind of understood that he wanted to catch up, but she wasn't interested in who she was, or even who she will become; but who she is. She didn't need or care about dumb fucking reminders of the future or past. But why not play along, maybe she could get something out of it.

''What about you?'', she said sounding less then enthused, but more then manipulative.

[Ashley Shaw]

Ash lost his smile. She’d changed and he could tell just by the way her eyes stayed transfixed on the phone in her hand. Not to mention her way of speaking. It had changed a lot since their last meeting. He knew what she was like by the way she had acted when he’d first spotted her; she was popular. A terrible, corrupt position to hold in school. It was a place where those unworthy of respect held themselves. Then there were people like him; survivors. The people in between had nothing said to or from them. It was the way the system worked. It was just like the rank of wolves. She was the alpha, he was the omega. The ruler who stirs and the peace keeper who holds the knowledge. He could vouch for that.

“I see,” Ash said, glancing to the floor, then to her face for a little while as she was texting. He held a silent smirk. Now was not the time to explain things. An Alpha of the high-school was a twisted ruler. Shallow-minded and with a big ego. A river, largely compared to. She wouldn’t understand depression. That it was a sickness. Like the flu. Only it came from psychological reasons, no mater how hidden they were. She wouldn’t understand his words. She’d take them all for granted. But still, she could be the person she wanted to be. She lived for the now, and when you were in school, the now was a very bad place to live in. Ashley was partially the now, partially the future.
Education was the only way out of the working class, unless you were a lucky sod like Sir Alan Sugar. Ashley was born and raised in a middle class family; he was technically out of that pit. But his existence as a meta-human had had him thrown out of the Shaw household and stripped of inheritance rights. He was a working class citizen. He knew the ropes, and he would do anything to make sure that his children were born and raised and lived within the safe, fertile grounds of the upper class. That was him in the future.
As for the now… his version of the now was not as driven as the future. And his version of the now -if he ever accomplished it- would cease the future. Dare more be said.

“Me? Well, a lot has happened. More than I ever thought possible. Not all of it has been in my favour, and no not all of it has been easy to overcome.”- Ashley paused, taking another look at Charlotte. She’d fit in well with the upper classes if she would only just focus on what she needed. The pressure of school life; to be cool was to fail- “I don’t think you would consider me a friend. I don’t blame you. I left and stopped talking to you. I had reasons. But I too have reasons to believe you’ll react like all the other who haven’t seen it.”
Ashley smiled again, closing his eyes and letting the wave of his mind overcome him for just a few seconds. Anxiety, fear, stress, sadness, meaninglessness. He stopped it before it could proceed any further.
“And you’ll not like me because of who I am. Correct?”
Ashley Shaw was no mind reader. Not empath or anything of the sort. He had lived. He was a people watcher. Observing actions and comparing to someone else. When one wanted to have a family, another would question why you’d want to bring a child into the world in the state it’s in. Ashley could agree with most points of view. But if there was one he could never understand, it was the view of a popular teenage school student.