Rated R for graphic violence, sex, and cursing
Ashlee's AKA Ash's POV
Well, I want to get this out before I tell my story. Being popular isn’t as fun as it seems, it kind of hard to tell the truth. I only became popular because my dad is the new police chief and he makes money, lots of money, we’d moved here when he was offered the position. My mother was murdered, which is why my dad took the position as police chief, this was a very bad city. It was almost like everywhere you looked something bad was happening. And my dad was now regretting moving here and now was thinking of moving away. He knew it would be hard, but not as hard as it really truly is. It is crazy some nights he doesn’t come home he’ll sleep at the station. It is truly like everywhere you looked at school someone was getting bullied or beat up or maybe even robbed and the teachers didn’t do a thing to stop it. The teachers didn’t even teach, school was just kind of a place to hang out at in this town. This town was out of control and I liked it, only thing was I was the police chiefs’ daughter. Which meant I had money and lots of it, I was only popular because the people who had money. But the thing was none of my so called friends knew I was the police chiefs’ daughter and I wasn’t planning on letting them to find out.
Thing was, I liked the bad boys, call me crazy, I don’t care. I was a rebelling against my father for many different reasons. He wanted to control my life. I may only be a junior in high school, but he couldn’t force me to do or be anything I didn’t want to do and he couldn’t stop me from liking the guys I liked. And there was no way he would stop me from seeing them or going out and partying. Which reminds me, there was a party tonight and I was going. My father wouldn’t be home, so it didn’t matter, he wouldn’t know. I was planning on having some fun tonight. I mean dancing, flirting, drinking – how much more fun can it get? I was also planning on trying to find a boyfriend tonight and I had my eyes on the bad boys. Only thing was, most guys at my school were in gangs, which made it a bit dangerous for the guys. Because if I dated someone from one gang and one of the other members of his gang or a guy from another gang looked at me the wrong way he’d go off, maybe worse. But that’s what I wanted, I wanted someone who’d confront someone for looking at me the wrong way. So in a way I wanted a gangster. I just didn’t want to be passed around the whole gang, I wanted to stay only with one person and one person, not be a toy for a gang.
I didn’t go like that. And, if I was dating a gang member I could help them a lot more then they probably thought I could. No one would think I would do anything bad. But I acted that way out in public, but I knew some things that the police didn’t think I knew. I knew a lot more then I let be known. I knew how to crack into things undetected from my laptop, leaving not a single trace. I could turn off cameras, unlock doors, unlock safes, turn off the security TV’s and turn them all back on, lock things back like nothing ever happened. And my friend back in Cincinnati taught me everything. I even knew where I could hide guns on myself so no one could see them, so I could sneak guns anywhere really. But that’s not all I’d want to be wanted for, I’d want him to truly like me. I mean I had dated a guy in a gang but in Cincinnati, but they didn’t do half the stuff the gangs here did. They only did minor things like get in a few fights, rob a gas station here or there. But I’d heard the gangs around here were like at war with each other, they brought my father in to try and help the police get some control. But rumors are that he may have to go help another police station, but I wouldn’t be going, and I was fine with that, that meant I’d have the house all to myself, which would be good and fun. I got some time away from my father, and if I started dating someone, they could come over and hang out.
Maybe even throw a party. But if he was leaving, and he’d warned me that if he did leave and have to go to the other police station it would be in the next couple days. I sighed softly to myself and looked at the clock. It was seventh bell and it had just started. I wanted school to be over so I could go home and get ready for that party tonight. “Hey, you hear about that party?” I heard someone ask. I looked over to see a girl smiling at me, her name was Megan. I smiled, “Yeah, I heard about it.” I said. “Why?” I added a bit unsure of why she was suddenly talking to me. “Just curious, I mean, since you are so new. I thought new people didn’t come to parties. And I hope you don’t mix up with the wrong guys. And stay away from that guy right there.” She said in a cold voice and pointed at a guy sitting in the corner with a bunch of other gang members, so I was guessing he was in a gang too. I rolled my eyes. “That is my future boyfriend, so keep your hands off.” She added. I smiled looking back at her. “As far as I’m concerned, the two of you aren’t dating, so its’ all fair game.” I pointed out. She seemed to have made a fool of herself. She got up, grabbing her stuff from the desk and stormed out of the room. I smiled slightly again and shrugged it off. She didn’t scare me, I knew how to fight and by the looks of her, all she knew how to do was run her mouth. I looked at my phone a new message. It was from my dad, it said he had to go to the police station two or three cities over and would be there as long as it took to help them out.
I smiled, “Got the house all to myself.” I said softly and smiled, looking at the teacher as he stood up and walked out of the room. He didn’t seem to care if I almost got into a fight or not. I shrugged again, texting my dad bye and told him I’d see him soon. The teacher walked in again as my dad text me that he loved me. “Put you phone away!” He snapped as I hit the ignore button. I looked up at him, glaring at him coldly just as he sat down. I set my phone on the desk. “Why don’t you get up and force me to put it away? Oh wait that’s right, you won’t.” I pointed out and smiled. He leaned back in his chair and went back to reading the newspaper. “That’s what I thought.” I added only loud enough for the other class mates to hear. The teacher didn’t put the paper down, he didn’t even move. He was such a loser, he’d say something, then blow everything else off like he didn’t say a thing. I sighed and looked down at the phone as I got a text again. I rolled my eyes. Why could Cody leave me alone? Cody was the gangster I dated back in Cincinnati who couldn’t take we’re over, I don’t want to be in a long distance relationship. I wanted to date someone I could see every day and hang out with. I leaned back into the seat and closed my eyes, waiting for the bell to ring. I got bored and looked around the room. “Who’s all going to the party tonight?” Someone asked.
I waited a moment and listened as everyone else in the room said they were, even the gang members all said they were. Then he sat on my desk, “What about you pretty thing?” He asked in a cool voice and smiled. He was from the one gang who was controlling one side of the town. None of the members from the other gang was in the class at the moment. I smiled, “Yeah, I’m going.” I said softly and looked at him more carefully and quickly spotted a knife in his pocket. “And if I were you, I’d hide my weapons a bit better than that.” I added in a whisper. He looked at me shocked, “You can see my knife?” He asked in a whisper. I nodded. “Yes, I can easily see it.” I said just as the bell rang. I stood up and grabbed my purse. When I reached for my phone he grabbed it and handed it to me. “Thanks.” I said softly and took it, slipping it into my back pocket. He winked and I rolled my eyes before walking out of the class room and out towards the parking lot. I had to walk home, which wasn’t always safe, but I got used to walking. The only problem was when the gangsters got cocky and thought it was fun to show off. But it was kind of cute at the same time. I kind liked watching them show off, I’d let them give me a ride every once in a while when there was one the driver and no passengers in the car. And today it would be safe for me to get a ride home if some guy wanted to be nice or sweet and give me a ride since my dad wouldn’t be there. I gave up, thankful the bell rang. I got up, grabbed my stuff and left the school, walking down the street. Walking at the moment was my only way home. My name is what you may ask and so do a lot of guys, they all want to know my name and my number. My name is Ashlee, but only my boyfriends and best friends call me Ash, I’ll give you my number, but you got to ask for it first.