《The Gangleader and Me ✅✔ (Completed)》No one ever does!
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It was currently lunchtime and I was peacefully heading towards the partly empty lunch area.
I managed to buy my lunch then I found an unoccupied table in the canteen, since most students were sitting in groups while others were just trying to find a quiet spot.
I took a seat at the table and I started to eat my lunch which was a cheese hamburger with fries on the side.
When I popped out my smartphone, I went scrolling through Instagram while I took a drink from my bottle of water.
My Father scolded me for riding my bike to school yesterday and now he's giving me a personal chauffeur.
The driver is supposed to escort me to and from school, each day until I graduated.
"Hey, Ashley." A voice interrupted me.
I looked up from my lunch and I saw Chase approaching my table. He gave me a warm smile as he took a seat beside me.
"Are you okay?" He questioned as if he was concerned and I nodded while he stared at me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I raised a eyebrow at him.
He chuckled.
"Well." He started and I realized he was just trying to start a conversation.
"You seemed a bit lost just minutes ago." He told me while he ruffled his hair and I slightly chuckled.
"Well, maybe I am okay and maybe I am not." I said as I slowly brought my face closer to his, in a teasing way.
"Okay, I guess I can work with that." He smirked as he also came closer to my face.
"I am just a girl with mysteries, you know." I winked at him before I brought my eyes to his lips as I watched him chuckle.
We were just inches apart when we heard someone clearing their throat and I pulled away in boredom.
Then we both turned to see no other than that asshole raising a brow at us and I predicted, he's looking for trouble...
"Oh, Tyson, I didn't see you there, bro." Chase said as he relaxed in his chair and I looked between them.
So, Chase is afraid of him?
"Mason is looking for you." The ass...I meant Tyson informed Chase with his hands in his pockets.
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"Okay." Chase said as he stood up from his seat then he looked at me.
"Bye, Ashley." He slightly taps my shoulder and I looked at him with a nod.
"Bye, Chase." I flashed him a million dollar smile and he started to walk away.
"So you got one of my friends falling for you. Wow, ain't that something." Tyson chuckled as he shook his head and I scoffed.
"Can't you be less annoying for once?" I groaned at his presence while I took up my belongings from the table.
"At least I am not stupid enough to fall for a girl like you." He informed me and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course, I am too much for you to manage, big boy." With that I flashed him a wink and I slowly exited the canteen.
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The school bell rang and it was finally time for me to head home.
I stood up from my seat and I exited the classroom with the crowd of students then I walked in the busy hallway.
By the time I arrived on the outside, I found an empty outdoor bench and I took a seat while waiting for Ashton, my personal driver to arrive.
I decided to call Ashton when I started losing patience, so I took out my phone and I dialed his contact.
I rang his contact approximately five times, but I still didn't receive any reply.
"Fuck this." I told myself as I stood up from the bench.
I exited the school compound and I began to walk towards the school gates in silence.
"Hey, blonde." I heard that familiar voice and I turned around to see Tyson.
"What do you want?" I asked him and he came closer to look me in the face.
"Want a ride?" He asked while slightly tilting his head to the side as he looked at me.
"And what makes you think that I would like a ride?" I questioned, curiously while crossing my hands underneath my chest.
"So, you don't?" He asked while touching his sharp jawline before gesturing a hand towards me.
"I never said that." I assured him after looking around at the partly empty school.
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"I'm quite sure that's what you meant." He informed me with a nod while he looked at his phone and I rolled my eyes.
"Are you stalking me or something?" I narrowed my eyes at him and he almost laughed.
"Why would I?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow and I suspiciously stared at him.
"Come on." He rolled his eyes as he held my hand and I slightly glared at him.
We went to the parking lot and he approached a black Ducati bike while I followed.
"Can I drive?" I smirked while gawking at the bike.
"What did you say?" He scoffed as he looked at me.
Boys and their fucking bikes?
"I am so not going anywhere with you." I informed him as I shook my head and he shrugged his shoulders.
"How about you get on or walk?" He suggested, coldly as he hopped onto his bike and I watched as he held his helmet.
"Complete asshole." I muttered to myself before I sat on the bike.
"Do you need a helmet?" He asked while glancing at me and I adjusted myself, behind him.
"No, I am fine." I shook my head and he shrugs before he wore the helmet.
"You better hold on tight, blonde, because I tend to drift most times." He informed me.
"I rather not." I refused to make close contact with him and he chuckled.
"Are you afraid that I will make you shiver or wet against my touch?" I could hear the smirk in his voice and I scoffed.
"Your ego is way too big." I rolled my eyes as I looked the other way and I heard him chuckling.
"Yeah, but I got something much bigger." I saw him looking at me with his helmet on and I stared at him before I laughed.
"Are you flirting with me, right now?" I asked him and he shrugged his shoulders as he looked ahead.
"Be grateful, it's a honor coming from me." He told me before he started the bike.
"Yeah, sure it is." I responded with slight sarcasm in my voice.
Then I wrapped my hands around him and I placed my head against his back, feeling a little relaxed at the moment.
The bike began to rumble before he drove out of the school's property and onto the road.
"Do you know where I live?" I asked, curiously.
"Who doesn't know where the Sky's mansion is located?" He shot back and I shrugged as I continued to hold onto him.
For the rest of the journey, I stayed in silence while enjoying the wind rushing through my hair as he drove.
Then I was suddenly interrupted...
"I didn't expect you to be Richie's daughter." I heard him saying and I opened my eyes from my relaxation.
"I always heard, his daughter was a badass and they couldn't control her, but you're nothing compared to being bad, since you just have a smart mouth and that's it." He continued to speak.
"I'm just a simple girl in disguise, you know." I smirked while I looked ahead on the road to realized I was close to my home.
He chuckles.
When we finally reach the entrance of the mansion, the security guard opened the gates for us to enter the estate after realizing I was on the bike.
Tyson parked the bike in the driveway before the mansion and I slowly hopped off.
"You?" He pointed to me and I stretched my hands into the air while holding onto my bag.
"A girl in disguise? Oh, please." He scoffed with a slight chuckle after he removed his helmet.
"What can I say?" I smirked at him.
"I am full of surprises." I said as I glanced at the mansion.
"I will find out sooner or later." He informed me with a shrug.
"You can try, but you will never succeed." I told him as I began to walk towards the front door of the house.
"What makes you so sure, huh, blonde?" I heard him asking loud enough as I reached the front door.
I turned around to look at him while I opened the door and I realized he was putting his helmet on.
"No one ever does." With that I entered the mansion and I closed the door behind me.
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