Expect the Unexpected ON HOLD

It's been three days since my date with Ashton. Three days since our almost kiss. And three days since my family got a letter from the police.

I haven't left my room in three days.

Ashton's been texting me everyday since our date. I haven't even opened his messages. I've just let them build up on my brick of a phone. He tried calling several times, but I've always ignored them. I'm afraid that if I talk to him, I'll break down. And then he'll know something is wrong for sure.

These past three days have been hell. The police visited the house yesterday, and my mum got so angry at them, I thought she was going to punch one of them. I just looked on, completely numb, and answered the officers questions the best I could.

I wanted to forget about her, but it seemed like the world just wouldn't let me do that.

My phone started ringing again and I broke out of my thoughts. I stared at the screen, taking a shaky breath as Ashton's name flashed once again.

I should probably answer that.

I let the call go to voicemail. I was starting to feel guilty for ignoring Ashton. It's not his fault that all this is happening, I'm just too scared to talk to anyone right now. The only person I really want to talk to is her.

Fuck I feel so guilty.

Okay, if he calls one more after this I'll answer. He's already called six times today, he probably won't call ag--

I almost throw my phone against the wall as it starts ringing again. Ashton's name once again flashes across the screen. I groan and pick up my phone, staring at it. It's like it's mocking me. I don't want to answer it.

"Fuck you phone" I mutter to myself before accepting the call.

"Hello?" I speak into the receiver.

"Hello? Violet! Shit, what happened to you? You dropped off the face of the earth!" Ashton's tone was full of worry, and I feel even more guilty now than before.

"Sorry Ashton," I practically whispered into the phone. I don't even think Ashton heard me as he continued to worry out loud,

"Did you not like our date? I thought it went well, did you get sick from running around in the cold? I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to--"

"Ashton!" I cut him off from his little rant and take a second to rack my brain for a good excuse.

"Me and my mom got in a little fight and she took my phone. I only just got it back." Thanks goodness he can't see me cause I am an awful liar. I hear Ashton breath a sigh of relief before asking,

"So you're not sick? You liked our date?"

I couldn't help but giggle at this. I could just picture his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"No Ashton, I'm completely fine. And the date was amazing. The best date I've ever been on, really." It really was the best date I'd been on, not that it had many other dates to compete with or anything.

Ashton gave another sigh of relief,

"Good. I was a bit worried." I rolled me eyes at this,

"A bit?" I asked, my voice showing obvious sarcasm. I hear Ashton laugh awkwardly and I giggled, setting him off as well.

I laid in my bed, smiling at the ceiling while Ashton laughed. The sound of his laugh over the phone made me happier than all the junk food and hugs my parents had given me over the past three days.

"So Violet," Ashton started, still recovering from his fit of giggles, "I was wondering if you'd like to hang out again sometime since our last date was so fantastic."

I made a very unattractive snorting sound as I tried to stop myself from laughing into the receiver. This set Ashton off in another fit of giggles, and I waited for him to calm down before answering.

"That sounds awesome. Just text me when and where and we can set something up, yeah?" I asked. Ashton was quiet for a moment before quickly stuttering through the phone,

"Well, how about tonight? At 6:30? At my place? I can text you the address. We can just watch movies and hang out. I'll order pizza. We could wear sweats, it'd be really chill. Or we could wear pajamas. We could have pajama party--"

"Ashton you're rambling again," I giggled into the phone and Ashton paused, clearing his throat.

"Sorry... so what do you say?" He asked hopefully. I took a moment to think.

I had been feeling particularly shitty lately, so I wasn't sure if I'd be the best company. In fact I'd probably be a crying wreck if we watched a sad movie, and lord knows that I'd have a fit if we watched a horror movie. I couldn't handle shit like that anymore. And I looked awful right now. I hadn't changed out of my sweats since two days ago and my hair was super greasy from staying in bed all the time. To sum up, I looked and felt like shit.

On the other hand, the first time I've laughed in the past three days was during this phone call. Ashton never failed to put a smile on my face, and I felt so safe with him. If I just cleaned up real fast maybe I could pop in for a quick movie before heading home. That had to be better than sitting here feeling numb and depressed all night, right?

I glanced up at the clock next to my bed. It was 5:30. I'd have an hour to shower and change into cuter pajamas. I could totally do that.

"Violet? Hello?" Ashton's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I was quick to respond,

"Sure Ashton. Let's hang out. Tonight." I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I said those words. Ashton giggled again before saying a quick see you later. He texted me his address moments later and I hopped off my bed, heading straight for the shower.

After scrubbing all the grease and grime out of my hair and off my body, I quickly shaved my legs and under my arms before stepping out of the shower and drying off in a towel. I brushed my teeth quickly and exfoliated my face. I took out my contacts and put on my glasses. They were blue, square Raybans that I had gotten only a couple months ago. I threw my wet hair up into a bun before going into my room again to pick out some pjs. I grabbed some black leggings and an oversized maroon sweater, throwing them on and slipping my favorite winter socks over my feet. I grabbed some slippers and put them on before grabbing my phone and keys and heading out of my bedroom. I checked the time. It was 6:15, giving me just enough time to get to Ashton's house. As I walked down the stairs and into the living room I found my parents, who both looked exhausted, sitting in front of the tv watching some random program. They both turned to look at me and their features took on expressions of shock. I sent them a small smile,

"I'm gonna go watch movies at a friends house. I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll text you." I said as I headed for the door.

"Violet, wait." I stopped as my dad spoke up, "Are you sure it's a good idea to be going out? You heard the officers. They wanted you to stay in-"

I cut my dad off, "I'm just watching movies at a friends house dad. I'll be outside for a total of two minutes. Don't worry. It's fine." I assured him. It was my mums turn to speak up as she said,

"Which friend are you visiting?" I didn't want to tell her it was Ashton. She had been very anti boy since the police dropped by the house. So I lied for the second time that night.

"Andrea. She was my bio partner last semester. She was friends with..." I trailed off. My parents both looked at me with faces full of pity.

That was one of the things I most hated about this whole situation.

I hated getting other peoples pity.

"Alright sweetheart. Just be careful, alright?" My parents both dropped their concerns very quickly. This always happened whenever I mentioned her.

"Okay mum. Love you guys." I said before opening and closing the door behind me. I quickly got in my car and started it up, heading towards the address Ashton gave me.

I hoped that this would get my mind off some things. I couldn't handle any more of this.

Notes

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