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!***


50. Expelled

" What was that?" I ask. " It was probably just the wind." Justin says," Or the snow." Theres another thud. " That doesn't sound like the wind." I say. " Then it's the snow." He says. " Go see what it is." I push him off of me. He groans then walks out of the room. Are there bears in Canada? I think there are. " That noise is a tree branch." Justin says laying next to me, " And there's photographers outside so that may play a card." " Do these people not have a life?" I ask. " Maybe not, but that just means we can do what we were doing." He adds. " We can in five minutes." I grab my phone. I walk out of the room and sit on a couch in the loft. " Hey Gabby." I say into the phone when she picks up. " Hi Ashley, what's up?" She replies. " What happened with Izzy? Little birdie mentioned a prank that went wrong." I twist a peice of my hair. " She greased some bars and some people fell." She explains. " So suspension, detention?" I see Justin laying on the bed, his feet are on the wall above the head board though. " She was expelled." She finishes blankly. " She was expelled!?" I practically yell. " I didn't say the people who fell didn't get injured."
She comments. " What'd mom and dad say?" I ask. " Not much, just a lot of disappointment talks. Then dad saw the law suit..." She says. " Talk about karma." I say. " Yeah, but the ice is calling my ankle." She says. " Okay, have fun with that," A shiver runs down my spine," Bye." " Bye." She disconnects. I walk back into the bedroom Justin is waiting for me in. " Who got expelled?" He wonders aloud. " No one important at the moment." I excuse the subject. He cocks an eyebrow," I'm not going to talk about it." I say trying to excuse the topic once again. I lay down next to him and grab his hand. " We can talk about it." He persuades. " We can but I don't want to." I dissuade. " Does all the paparazzi bother you?" He asks. " Sometimes but most of the time I ignore it." I answer honestly. " What do you mean?" He asks. " If I'm at a party then it bothers me, but if I'm walking down the street or shopping I don't care." I reply. He nods understandingly," I get it. You don't want to be in an article as a party girl." So maybe not so understanding. " No." I snap. " If it's not that then what is it?" He asks. I bite a part of my lip the let it go," Do I get any privacy?" " Not really." He teases. " So what's this about an article?" I ask. He hands me a magazine, it's folded over to a page titled " Justin's Party Girl" " Lots people wonder what Ashley Hansen does when she's not with Justin. Sometimes teaching dance or shopping, but most of that time is spent at parties. At every party she always seem to know some one" The article goes on but I drop it on my stomach and pick up the blanket that was at the foot of the bed and bury my face," Is it so bad that I like to have fun?" My voice is muffled. " Of course not." He replies sympathetically. " I don't understand!" I complain. " The press will always say something; good or bad." He takes the blanket from me," and it's impossible to find something bad about you." I smile at him and he's already smiling at me. The " ding dong" of the door bell chimes through the cabin. " I'll get it." I say getting up. I open the door to see a lots of flashes all at once. I shut the door and blink. It's really bright. Theres a knock at the door. I'm not falling for that again. Blink,blink and I'm back to normal. I glance at the windows and are more people. I close the curtains and walk back up stairs. " It was no one." I say. " How is that possible?" He asks. " It was photographers." I admit. " Oh." He adds. " So what do you want to do?" I ask. " There's board games and video games and movies." He answers. Video games or a movie? " I'll pop popcorn." I say leaving for the kitchen. The popcorn is perfect. It smells really good. I reach to take a piece then stop myself. Popcorn is suposse to be healthy right? I'm trying to convince my self. No it doesn't matter. " What are we watching?" I ask walking back into the room. " Silence of the Lambs." He says. Isnt that supossed to be like one the scariest movies of all time? " Cool." I mumble.
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