Ryan is the first to enter, opening those glass doors that looked really intimidating. I gulped some much needed air, staring at the many faces inside the too small restaurant. I could already feel claustrophobic just by looking at it.
I could hear the shouts, the praises as Ryan made his presence known. I rolled my eyes, knowing that we would be surrounded by their many admirers. I reach for my ponytail, separated my black tresses in two and pulled them away from each other until the scrunchie got tight enough to my liking.
I breathed out when the presence of Blake comes beside me. I could smell his scent, a tinge of mint and aftershave. He sees me staring at the crowd of rowdy teenagers circling around Ryan, bombarding him with questions. He knew his turn was coming next.
"You know you should try to loosen up, it's not like they could do you anything , Ryan and I are here." He professed.But that's the thing, when I wasn't around Blake and Ryan they treat me like I was dirt under their expensive shoes. Given I didn't talk much, not that I wanted to talk to snobby rich kids anyway.
But it still bugged me that when I was around the boys they'd somehow magically got nicer towards me. They would lose their scowls and judgemental eyes but it wasn't the same for when I was alone.
I guess this is what I get for being friends with the most popular guys in the school. And to top it off, they were the optimum of drop dead gorgeous. Yeah I was doomed from the start to get those hateful glares from the girls.
I feel a weight on my shoulders and I'm brought back to reality. I turn and look up to face Blake, squinting when the ray of sun almost blinds me. "Come on." He urges pulling me along with him, his arm securely tugging me closer to his way too tall body.
His scent is stronger now, almost suffocating. My heart leaps before it starts pounding uncontrollably. My palms itch to wrap around his torso to hold him but I fought against it. There wasn't a reason for me to make the girls think we were together or give them more reason to treat me like poop.
He shoulder opens the door and like a magnet everyone is drawn to him. I feel myself shrink in his arms and the familiar feeling of nervousness clawing at my body. Sensing this, he squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.
"Blake man are you coming to that party tonight?" A boy with sandy brown hair asked him. I could swear that I had seen him before in one of my classes. He was probably one of those kids who sat at the back and put their feet up on the desk to act 'cool'.
"Blake you still owe me that drink." A girl giggles flirtatiously. Blonde hair with blue ends flowed down her back. The crop top she wore, showed off the navel piercing that almost had me cringing. The ripped shorts were too tight for her and I wondered how she was able to walk.
Questions upon questions were flying towards Blake and I was seriously getting annoyed. It wasn't like they wouldn't see him tomorrow. At least let me get my food first before I have to suffer from hearing ridiculous flirting.
I pulled Blake's arm off my shoulder and sneaked away from the crowd. It was a small crowd compared to when we were at school. I spotted Ryan at one of the tables and when he saw me he called me over.
"Are you guys celebrities and y'all failed to mention it to me?" I groaned plopping down on the seat.
I reach over for the menu and used it as a desperate way for a fan. With all those teenagers crowding me, I really thought I would suffocate. Ryan throws his head back and gives off a laugh. "Maybe we are." He chuckles then shrugs. "Or maybe we're just that handsome and cool, I mean who could resist us?"
I snorted, fixing my glasses. "I do."
Ryan raised his brow. "Doesn't seem to me." As soon as those words slip pass his lips he looks over to Blake. My heart drums in my chest. Does he know that I have a crush on Blake? Did I just admit that I like Blake? Oh god what's wrong with me?
But he doesn't add on to it, thankfully. "Did you order already?" I question even though I knew the answer. It was just a feeble way to divert the sudden unwanted attention away from me.
He shakes his and picks up the menu and studies it. "What's the point of us even looking through the menu, we already know what's on there." He chuckles and throws it down on the table. I shrugged and threw mine down also. "True." I smiled looking over at Blake.
He looked uncomfortable and a slight bit annoyed. I couldn't help but let a silent chuckle slip pass my lips. "What's so funny?" Ryan questions pulling out his phone.
"Blake's face, he looks constipated." I giggle, looking away from him.
"I'm telling him you said that." Ryan sings, mischief gleaming in his eyes.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Tattletale."
He pokes out his tongue childishly and goes back to tapping away on his phone. "Why are you calling him a Tattletale?"Blake's voice questions behind me.
It startles me enough to knock down the salt on the table, the contents spilling. "Still clumsy." Blake clicks his tongue and seats down. His chair was opposite to mine which made me get a great view of him.
"She called me a Tattletale because I threatened to spill that she said you looked constipated." Ryan says still typing away to god knows who. It was probably one of those poor girls who thought they had a chance to stop his player ways. Ryan and settling for one girl, yeah that was a joke.
I kicked his shin beneath the table, taking pleasure when I heard his hiss of pain. "So finally got rid of those admirers of yours?" I question trying and failing to divert the question.
"So I looked constipated huh? Want to know how I look when I'm cumming?" He smirks, making Ryan burst into loud laughter. It draws attention towards us and I feel myself shrinking into the seat.
My brows furrowed before my eyes widen in understanding. I stumble over my words not knowing how to respond to that. But I knew for sure I was bright as a tomato right now.
"Blake baby." A feminine voice calls out before a sickening sweet perfume envelopes us. Ryan lets out a grunt of displeasure but doesn't say anything. I look at her, watching as her blonde curly hair spills over her shoulders.
The leather skirt she wore enhanced her curves and the crop top was so tight that her boobs were screaming to be free. Didn't her parents see how she dressed before she left their house?
If my dad saw me dressed like that I'd get an ass whipping for days.
She turns to face me, her baby blue eyes clashing into my own. Resentment swims in those blue eyes as they regarded me before she schools it. "Ashley."
"Stacy." I retort back.
Ashley's povShe doesn't stare long and quickly sets her attention on Blake. He didn't look surprised to see her here. I wasn't either, I don't think any of us were.She plops down on his thigh, one of her hands coming around his head to draw him forward. Her shiny bright red painted nails mock me as she tenderly touches his jaw.A second later their lips are molding together and suddenly a wave of jealousy swims through my body. My gut twisted at the sight and I quickly look away. I could feel my skin prickle,like tiny stabs of needles piercing my flesh.Either it was from hatred or it was from shame. Shame that I was jealous. I shouldn't be, I had no right, afterall she was his girlfriend. I hated it, hated that I couldn't control it.I find myself excusing myself to go to the bathroom. Excuses excuses. My conscience mocks me. They didn't seem to acknowledge me, not that I cared. Or maybe I did because I felt a stab of hurt when Bla
Ashley's povHer brows raise as her friend goes silent beside her. Then a nasty smile makes its way to her lips, the sight unsettling. "Well then now you know how embarrassing you are to the boys." She said waving her hands off then later picking at her long nails.I look for a way out, a parting way out that is. I was never one to confront someone, that just wasn't me. I never had the guts to. I cross my arms and straighten my stance, trying to seem confident even though I was lacking it."The only one who should be embarrassed right now is you. Aren't you the girl who basically threw herself on to Blake last year and tried getting with Ryan a week later? Oh and failed at both?" I jabbed.What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did I become a bitch? I cringed when the word popped in my head. I hated cursing.She gasps her face reddening with a faint blush. Shame was written on her face. "How do you know about that?" She stumbles over her
Ashley's povThe sun had dipped a long time ago, moonlight flooding through the opened window. It was late, really late. I prayed silently in my head that mom and dad were sleeping soundly, if I got caught I'd be in trouble.That I didn't want. Dad was very overprotective. I was surprised he allowed me to be friends with Ryan and Blake. He didn't trust any other guy that wasn't Blake and Ryan come near me. It was annoying and not needed since embarrassingly I've only wanted one guy's attention.I sighed. I was curled up on the bed. My clothes were hidden by the thick blanket that enveloped me in it's warmth. I didn't want mom or dad bursting through my door to find out what I'm wearing. They would've surely known something was up.A gentle cold breeze brushes against my cheek softly. I stared outside the opened window, counting the little white dots we called stars. I was a nervous wreck. I should never have agreed to go tonight. I should've s
Ashley's povIt felt like an eternity. Just being in this position and staring into his alluring eyes. His gaze flickered down to my lips, his own parting slightly.I puffed out some air. "I think I'm able to stand now Blake." I joked and forcefully let out a laugh. It comes out strained and awkward.His blue eyes widen slightly, as if just realizing he was still holding me. Within a second I was standing on the ground, brushing my palms over my skirt awkwardly.I looked at Blake catching him already staring at me. He reaches over and twirls some curly strands of my hair, tugging it playfully. "I love your hair." He compliments. I had left it down and slightly curled it. He smirks when his eyes drop down to stare at my leggings."You look sexy." His tone had taken on a husky one, one that has my heart pounding in my chest, it's rhythm uncontrollable. His eyes travel back up my body slowly, the intensity leaving a tingling sensation in my lowe
Ashley's povI couldn't be any more happy when the house that held the party comes into view. The awkwardness that hung in the air was almost suffocating.The party seemed to be in full swing with music blasting through the entire house. I guess it was alright to have it to this overpowering volume with a scarce amount of neighbors.Blake slowly parks the car, being careful to not knock over the teens running up and down the road recklessly.Were they high? They certainly looked like it.Stacy bangs the car door on the way out. I flinch away from the loud noise and look to see her walking up to the house. I cringed when I spotted an unfamiliar girl throwing up in the bushes, her friend patting her back.Stacy had long gone inside the house, leaving Blake and I behind. She was furious and I felt somewhat guilty. "I'm sorry." I mumbled opening the car door and getting out.Blake does the same and looks over to face me. His brows are knitt
Ashley's pov"Whatever." I shrugged nonchalantly then turned around to look at the mass of teenagers. They looked utterly out of their minds, drunk, high and hopefully not on drugs. There were some I recognized from school but never spoke to.But there were some who looked too old to be in the same age group as me. I feel a heavy arm drape around my shoulder, the weight a bit uncomfortable. I turn sideways to see the culprit. "Let's go." Ryan says dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasn't so sure if I was intoxicated with whatever was floating in the air. The kitchen didn't seem to be as crowded as the living room area. But the stench of alcohol was more prominent in the air.I looked around, spotting the big cooler that was filled with different beverages. Ryan moves his hands off my shoulder, thankfully. And darts over to the fridge. My eyes almost bulge out of it's sockets for the amount of beers
Ashley's povI hear the clacking of her heels nearing and I couldn't prevent myself from lifting my head. Her eyes are a stormy blue. Rage. Rage poured in the depths of her eyes, eyes Blake seemed to like."You're boring." Her red lips curl into a sneer, the white pearly teeth now visible. I feel the invisible blow and stagger back as she advances."You're not even pretty." She continues, her eyes racking over my form in displeasure. Her blue eyes settle on my leggings and she snorts. "And for fuck sake you can't even dress right." She laughs but it's void of humor.By now we were inches apart with me having to crane my neck to look at her. It was no secret that I was short. I blamed my mom for this stupid height. I always seemed to look like a little kid compared to everyone else. It's no wonder Blake doesn't see me as anything more than a friend."I don't get why he can't seem to leave you for just a second. What do you have t
Ashley's povSomehow through my half drunken state I managed to ask. "Wait we?"Was this how it felt to be drunk?Ryan nodded eagerly and draped his arm around my shoulder. I groaned trying to balance myself from his weight. "Yes we, you're coming along." He states dragging me along with him.I look at Blake, the protest on the tip of my tongue but it doesn't come out. Blake follows with Stacy beside him. I turn to face the front. Even with my half drunken state I still felt the burning jealousy when I see them together like this. Alcohol doesn't seem to numb the feelings I have for Blake.I bite my tongue. Somehow I wanted to tell her to get her nasty claws away from him. I blamed my alcohol consumption. We weave our way around sweaty bodies and find ourselves entering a dimly lit room.The scent of marijuana was powerful, like a strong blow to the face. Usually I would gag or cringe at the scent and probably turn around and say no wa