The New It Girl *ON HOLD*

Ashley is a low-key heiress. Justin's a famous celebrity. They meet at his concert and every thing is just a story from there.
***This story is on hold and under going major editing. I'm trying to pick up the writing again, I promise!***


92. A.j.

Shoot. I crouch down to pick up the glass that flew to the ground and landed with an echoing shatter. I finish picking up the glass then proceed to dispose of it properly. I'm not sure why but I've been extremely clumsy lately. So far I have dropped a vase, my latte, a case of soda, a stack of books, and now a glass has been added to my ever growing list. There's a knock at the door and A.J. Starts barking. As I walk to the door I pick up the tea cup breed Maltese with my hand and open the door. "Tiffany?! What happened to you?!" I say putting the dog on the ground and running to Tiffany, she has blood running down her chin from a cut lip that went horribly well with her eye that was bruising. I hurried to her which was a kind of scurry because of my stilettos. I bring her inside and lead her to the couch. I need the first aid kit. I start to walk away again then turn around, "Don't move." I tell her then hurry to the bathroom to retrieve band aids, peroxide and Neosporin. I huff and kick off my stilettos I'm totally not in the mood for them. I run back to Tiffany and kneel beside her. I dab at her eye brow and she winces in pain. "Who did this to you?" I ask. "R-r-Ryan." She stutters. I gasp, "How could he do this?" I mutter. "He was angry and drunk." She fumbles out between sobs. "I'm so sorry." I tell her placing a bandaid over her eyebrow, "You can't keep seeing him though, he's hurting you." "I know but I love him!" She cries bringing her head to her hands with her elbows on her knees, "What am I supposed to do?" I can't give her advice because I honestly don't know. "Tiffany if he loves you, he wouldn't feel the need to hurt you. And if he didn't want to hurt you he'd get help. All I know is that you can't stay with him if he's going to hurt you." I tell her. She hiccups and nods pushing her hair out of her face not being able to control it from falling every time she hiccuped. I sat next to her on the couch as I hugged her and she bawled for the next hour. All she could do was cry. When she her tear ducts were finally empty and all she could do was sniff, I could finally get her to calm down so she wasn't shaking. "Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up." I suggested, she nodded in agreement as we stood up. When she was done with her shower and dressed in p.j.'s we watched movies in a room with the fire place switched on and blankets even though it was 70 degrees outside. A word hasn't been spoken since we went upstairs. I glanced at Tiffany who hand a throw pillow clutched to her chest while we were watching The Parent Trap, she kept looking at the ground. The bell rang through out the house. A.j's head poked up from behind the pillow Tiffany was holding. "I'll be right back." I told her standing up and making my way down stairs. I open the door to a boy with short blond hair and blue eyes. "Is Tiffany here?" He asks, sorrow in his eyes. He's eyes were red and he looked like as if he had been crying not more than 10 minutes ago. I wasn't exactly sure what to say to Ryan, but I knew exactly what I was thinking. 1, I should start keeping the gates shut and have the pass code on, 2, how could he just show up? "She's not well, now please leave." I say quite rudely beginning to shut the door. "Please Ashley, just let me explain." He begs. "You shouldn't have to explain your actions. No one deserves that, especially the girl who loves you." I spit. "I didn't mean to, it was an accident!" He says. "Why did you do it then?" A cracking voice comes from behind me, I turn around opening the door even more to see Tiffany standing up for herself. "I-i-i" He stutters. "See you don't even have an answer, it just shows how much you don't care. You probably couldn't care less about how you treat me. Just leave." She demands. "Tiff-" He begins, "Leave!" She says again. He sighs and I then proceed to shut the door. "I just want to sleep." She sighs trudging up the stairs. I slowly follow after her, making sure to lock the door before. The events remind me of the ones I've experienced months ago with Harry by my side and Justin hurting me. But it was never this bad, I can't imagine what would make any man want to hit any girl. I guess I'll just never understand. I open the guest room Tiffany and I were inhabiting, Tiffany is sleeping in the fluffy comforters with A.J, trapped under her arms, clutching to him. I close the door and walk down the stairs but stopping mid-way and sitting on the marble stairs. I grasp the phone in my hand, what time is it? It's 11:48 pm. I swipe through my contacts passing people I haven't talked to in years. I stop at the 'J's, there's Jackson's, J.C's, Julia's then Justin's. I tap Justin's and call him. As the phone rings feelings come rushing back but I push them away when I hear his smooth voice. "Hey, I was just thinking about you." He says into the phone. "You know, I'm thinking that I need to get a new life, because quite frankly I'm not happy with what I'm doing with mine, I'm happy with who's in it just not what I'm doing with it, I need advice or help or just someone to complain to." I spill. "I can give help and I'll listen to you complain, anything you need I'm here." He reminds me. I smile but i feel something tug at it. "Wait, are you busy? Because i know you're usually always busy especially on tour. And I don't want to keep you." I tell him. "Babe, it doesn't matter if I'm busy or not I will always stop to talk to you." He tells me. My smile returns. "But what do you mean, you need a new life?" He asks. "I mean I'm doing nothing with mine. I need to do something with it." I tell him. "Well what do you want to do?" He asks. "I want to have a job, to have responsibilities, I feel useless! I do nothing!" I tell him. "Ashely, you're an heiress, your not supposed to have responsibilities, but your saying you want to have a job?" He asks. "Exactly! I want a job!" I reply very loudly and enthusiastically. "A break through, really. What kind of job do you want?" He asks. That thought never struck me, what do I want to be when I grow up. "Uhm well for a long time I thought I was going to be miss America, but that was 9 years ago... But other than that I have no clue!" I tell him. "Another break through. Ok so do you want to be a doctor? A lawyer? A chef? An architect?" He asks. "Hell no!" I completely shut down that road. "Okay, something girly, a photographer? Hair dresser? Designer?" He suggests. " The last one sound like it might work." I say, I mean interior design maybe. "Clothing designs?" I ask not meaning to say it out loud. "You know everything about clothes, you would be so good at it." He tells me. "You really think so?" I ask. "Absolutely!"




I remember the day after Halloween. It was always like a hangover from candy rushes, that kid crack always got me. A really bad hangover. Like the one I have now, but this isn't from candy. I lie in bed staring up at the ceiling, recalling the conversation Justin and I shared two days ago. Maybe I could really be a fashion designer, or maybe an interior designer, I open my eyes and look around my room, I mean I did design all of it by myself and it looks fabulous. My mom is an interior designer, maybe I inherited the gene from her. I should talk to her about it. Mental note to self call mom. I should probably go take a shower, I feel sticky and grimy and I probably have a bunch of stuff in my hair. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, and my body following along where my feet should've been but failed to meet - also known as the floor so my whole body introduced itself. My muscles don't want to work! I cry out it defeat. Staying on the ground for a moment will... it will bring me much joy. The impact wasn't too bad, the fluffy carpet underneath me was providing much comfort. I'm so comfy, but I have a pounding headache. Reaching for the Advil's that I keep in my bedside table drawers. Once I manage the drawer open without lifting my head off the ground, or even opening my eyes for that matter, I rummage around the messy drawer in search for the cylindrical bottle. My fingers curl around the bottle and I pull it out of the drawer. That took forever and a day, I unscrew the lid and pour three in my hand, I pop one back into the container and the other two into my mouth. I groan pulling myself to my feet. Trudging over to the bathroom I grab my phone off a table, then continue to the shower. I ran through the list of numerous things that I had to accomplish today while I was shampooing my hair. After my shower I finished getting ready then I took A.J, out to the back yard so he could do his business, once he was finished he ran happily into the kitchen awaiting to be fed. After that we both headed out to Starbucks to retrieve me a mocha. The jeans I am wearing are keeping me warm as I noticed the chilly weather when we stepped out, A.J, looking adorable in his sweater he barks as a bird flew by. I wonder if Anna's awake yet, I check my watch, it 11 in the morning she's not nearly awake yet. I type the code into the garage door and wait as it opens a.j. looking rather anxious. We jumped into the car and pulled out of the garage and it closed. Driving down the rather long drive way we past the first set of gates, the gates pulling themselves apart, then closing. After passing the next set of gates a.j decided to put his paws on the door and let his head be out the window as much as possible. Once that failed he crawled onto my lap and with a boost up he looked out the window. I always laugh or awh at his actions, their just so funny or cute.



A/N ok, Apology time. I'm so so so so so sorry I've been gone for so long!!!!!!!! I really don't have a very good excuse besides the fact that I was in a play and that the play was a big giant pain in the ass. But if you haven't noticed, this book is boring and I seriously need some good Ideas for this book because in don't even know what kinda of entertainment to add to this, because now Ashley seems to have her life figured out i don't know. So if you guys give me ideas I will try and put them all into this story!!! I mean it took me a month to write those paragraphs... I'm in desperate need of ideas. And btw I do All of this on my phone

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