Chapter 4

Again in Ashley's pov thanks for the review


Jacoby walked into the room with a beer in his hand and plopped down on the couch.

He gestured to his beer. "Want some?"

"No, thank you." I said disapprovingly. I did not drink and I never plan to.

"So, what's your name?" Tobin asked.

"Ashley Anderson." I said. The bus stopped before anyone could reply. Yes, were here! Just as I got up I heard people screaming. I looked out of the window and saw 5 men and women in black screaming "Papa Roach!"

Oh geez, how are we supposed to get out? We were literally right outside my house and people were surrounding us.

"Okay, fuck guys listen. You assholes go out there and distract them while Ashley and I sneak out the side door." said Jacoby. At this point I didn't care, I just wanted to go home and face the consequences.

The guys did as they were told and went out the front bus door to distract the fans while Jacoby and I snuck out the side door. I silently hoped that my parents wouldn't notice us or the fans. All the lights were off in my house so I assumed that everyone was sleeping.

Thank goodness, I thought. I got my keys out of my pocket and opened the garage door careful not to make too much noise.

"Alright, what do we do now? You can't stay here," I said.

Jacoby looked around "Why not?"

"Because it's my garage! And-" I was cut off by Jacoby's cell phone ringing. He answered. "Hello?...yeah….you gotta be fuckin' kidding me man…alright bye." He hung up.

"Well?" I asked losing my patience.

"They had to leave without me. The number of fans kept growing and it got out of control." He said.

"What? So what does that mean?"

"It means that I have to be in Jacksonville Beach for the next stop on the tour. Would you, like, mind if I borrow your car?" He asked.

"Borrow my car? Did you have too much to drink? Why on earth would I let a tattoo covered rocker guy borrow my car?" I cried out. This is insane, I thought. "Anyway, how would you get it back to me?"

"I will find a way. Please-"

"ASHLEY?" I voice yelled.

Oh my god, it's my mom. I could hear her coming down the stairs. What do I do now?

"Quick, just give me the keys!" Jacoby shouted. Acting on impulse, I grabbed my keys out of my pocket and threw them at him. Aw jeez, am I crazy? Why did I just give him the keys?

He opened the car door. I could hear my mom getting closer to the door. Oh no!

Suddenly, I was pushed in the passenger seat of the car by Jacoby. He climbs into the car and drives off. He pressed the button on the roof of my car that closes the garage door. Right before it closed, I saw my mom in the doorway of the garage!

"Wait! Jacoby where are you going? Oh my god! This is kidnapping! Jacoby!"

"Holy fuck shut up! I know, I didn't think. But I can't get a ride from anyone else because I'm Jacoby Shaddix!" He continued to drive. He looked all twitchy and nervous.

"You need to take me back home!" I yelled.

"NO! If It turn around then we will both be in trouble. Is that what you want?" he replied. "I can't miss my concert!"

I guess he's right. Before, I really wanted to face the concequences. However, if I come home with a guy like Jacoby, I won't be able to do anything the whole summer.

"Do you even know where you're going?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Not right now, do you have a map or something?"

"Yeah," I replied. I went into the glove compartment and pulled out my map of the U.S.

"Okay, Jacksonville is…uhm…it looks like you should make a left…then another left…." I really didn't know how to read a map that well.

Jacoby sighed, "We're. fuckin'. screwed."


Alright, my fingers are tired. I've been typing all day for my English assignment. Please Review! It really won't hurt you….please?