Ashton watched her as she pushed open the door with a small, smug smile. God, she was beautiful. "Chrystal," he said once more, tasting her name with his tongue. He jumped out of his seat and ran after her. He knew he was acting crazy, but there was something about this girl. He needed to know more about her.
"Chrystal! Wait!" He called after her. She spun on her heels and looked at him angrily. She stood there with her hands firmly placed in the pockets of her long, black jacket. She had on the tiniest pair of black heels and her tights were the sheerest material. She was perfect.
"I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime or something?" He asked looking down into her blue eyes. Except they weren't just blue, they were gold speckled. As if a golden explosion had come from her pupils. She just looked at him with her mouth hanging open.
"And why on earth would I want to go anywhere with you?" She asked, incredulous.
"Because I like you, and I think you'd like me too. If you took that stick out your ass and gave me a chance"
"You don't even know me!" She snapped, walking away from him again. "Oh come on! What do you have to lose?" He asked, half jogging to keep up with her brisk pace.
"I have a boyfriend," she said matter-of-factly. Ashton stopped dead and buckled over with laughter. "What is so funny?" She demanded, stopping to glare at him.
"Honey, you definitely do not have a boyfriend," he said, smiling at her.
"And how the fuck would you know!?"
"Well, reason one: your attitude stinks. No one in the right mind would date you; and two, you haven't been laid in a long, long time," he concluded, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "I have an extremely active sex life," Chrystal said, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder, and crossing the road. "Sure you do, princess."
She stopped at a red Corsa VXR and it's lights flashed. He smiled approvingly, this car suited her perfectly. "Well, if you're refusing my date you could at least give me a ride home," he said, cocking one eyebrow. She glared at him. God, she was sexy. "Get in," she demanded, sliding into the driver seat and slamming the door. Ashton smiled and jogged round to the passenger side and folded his self into her car.
"Where to, Mr.Irwin?" She asked, the engine roaring to life. "Just drive, I'll give you directions when needed." She did so without looking at him. She drove with two hands on the wheel and never took her eyes off the road. He took his chance to study her in profile. She had small nose that turned up a little at the end, and a very full pouty mouth. The kind you'd see on a model doing a lipstick advert. She had quite a lot of eye make up on and her lashes almost touched her brows. He could look at her all day. She didn't seem to mind him staring at her. Most girls would have died of embarrassment by now, but she just looked bored. The drive was quiet except from Ashton saying "left here" or "next right".
"Stop here," he said. Chrystal slowly brought the car to the halt and looked out Ashton's window. It was the biggest building she'd ever seen. It was black and the windows were glossy and it seemed to go up and up forever. "Wow," she muttered under her breath. "You live here?"
"No silly," Ashton chuckled, "it's the recording studio. Got some songs to be working on." "Hmmm," was all she said. He turned to look at her, the silence got awkward for a minute and she shifted in her seat. "Thank you for the ride miss?" Ashton asked. "Winters, Chrsytal Winters." She held out her hand and he grasped it tightly. His hand was warm and it felt nice against hers. She shook it briefly and dropped her hand. "Lovely to meet you," he said smiling, flashing a very lovely set of teeth. She suddenly felt too warm, he was too close to her here. "Yeah, a pleasure" she forced. He chuckled, it was low and dark and it made her feel uncomfortable. He leaned over slightly, and Chrystal jumped to face him. She gasped at his sudden closeness, his face was inches from hers and she could feel his warm breath on her face. Their eyes locked for an instant and she was trapped in their warm goldenness. Her insides felt like they were melting, her heart was pounding. Calm down, she ordered her heart. Closing her eyes and pulling herself away from him. She could feel his eyes burning into her. "You better go now," she said, her voice shaking. "I'll be seeing you soon, Miss. Winters," his voice was dark and full of promise. She felt the cold air come in the car, the door closed and he was gone. She opened her eyes, and heaved a huge sigh. What the fuck was that!? She sat there for several minutes composing herself before her trembling hands took the wheel.
She was still humming with the electricity that coursed through her veins. What had happened just there? She was confused, excited and very frightened all at once. What did he mean "I'll be seeing you soon." Her heart jumped at the very thought of those golden eyes upon her. There was one thing she was sure of, and she promised herself on the drive home, that she would never see Ashton Irwin again. Part of her was glad but the darkest part of her was growling for more. No, she thought, you will not do this again. She wasn't aware of her speed as she made her journey home. She wasn't aware of anything, except Ashton Irwin and his brown, captivating eyes.