The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce

THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATRED

Ashton waited by the road for Thomas' car. He looked at his wrist watch for the upteenth time and still Thomas had still not shown up. The asshole had assured him that he would be parked in front of him in the next ten minutes and it had been well over fifteen minutes and he still wasn't there.

This was one of the reasons why Ashton despised rich people. They never seemed to keep their promises. Most of them though. Especially the ones with cars. He cursed under his breath as he waited yet a little longer.

Few seconds later and he saw a blue convertible with it's roof still up, drive towards him and Ashton knew that it was Thomas. This was because he knew that no one else in this slum like neighborhood cared or were even rich enough to afford such a car.

The car pulled up in front of where Ashton stood with his two hands in his pockets and came to a stop. Ashton watched as the tinted black windows slid down and he rolled his eyes to see Thomas putting on sun shades inside a car.

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