She 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 Blake continued to suck her face.
It should be normal, I've seen them done it multiple times. I should've gotten used to it by now. But I could never find myself to. Maybe that's why I've gotten addicted to reading erotica novels, my life certainly lacked the romance.
I pushed the chair away as I got up. It was only when the chair made a scraping sound did Blake pull away. His lips are raw, red and swollen. My heart constricts at the sight. I move my eyes away from them, finding it unbearable to see him enjoy kissing her.
His brows are furrowed as he scans my body. "Where are you going?"
For one I wanted to bolt away from there, finding it difficult to stay here any longer. But it would only raise suspicion. I did not want him to think that I had a problem with his girlfriend. You do. Yet again the little voice in my head makes an unwelcoming jab.
"I'm going to the bathroom." I told him for the second time. If you weren't busy sucking her face you would've heard me the first time. I wanted to mumble sarcastically, god I wanted to so bad.
But I refrained, there wasn't any reason to give him attitude. It wasn't his fault, it was mine for liking him in a way that I shouldn't have.
He nods and Stacy rolls her eyes before bringing his lips back to hers. I look over at Ryan and he makes a fake gagging noise that has me chuckling. "Order for me would you? You already know what I like." I directed it to Ryan. But it wasn't his voice that answered.
"Yeah hotdog and fries with ketchup on the side because you hate it on the fries." Blake says detaching his lips away from Stacy's. I could tell she was annoyed but I couldn't help feeling the bit of rush from knowing that I got under her skin.I smiled, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow. "You're missing something."
He rolls his eyes. "Oh how could I forget a large banana chocolate milkshake."
I laughed and head to the bathroom. As soon as I was alone in the stall, the tears I had desperately tried to keep at bay rolls down. I sniffle sitting down on the closed toilet seat.
I reach for the toilet paper beside me and used it to dab the moisture away from my eyes. Why was this so hard? Blake was my best friend, I shouldn't be jealous that he has a girlfriend.
But I was and it was getting hard to keep it hidden. I had always had a crush on him, the boy who was my first friend. The boy who wasn't afraid to fight off my bullies in the ninth grade when Ryan wasn’t there that day to help him. The boy who unknowingly stole my heart and never gave it back. But now as I'm thinking more about it, it doesn't feel like a simple crush, it feels more.
"Did you see her?" A girl giggles as the bathroom door bangs open. A second later heels clack against the tiled floor nearing my stall. I stiffen my feet pulling up on the bathroom seat.
"Yeah what an embarrassment." Another female voice cackles.
My eyes drop to the tiled floor watching as their shadows disappear. I would've sighed of relief if only they had actually left the bathroom and let me wallow in my self pity.
"She's such an attention seeker, did you see how Blake was holding her? The girl literally acts like a damsel in distress just so she can have them wrapped around her finger." One snorts. The voices are near.
"Yes it's so embarrassing that she tries to latch on to a guy who's already taken. Such a shame that Blake only sees her as a best friend."
My body grows cold.They're talking about me.
The other girl cackles, the tone irritating to my ears.
"She's such a loser. I'm sure Blake and Ryan are tired of having her follow them around." One snorts followed by laughter. My eyes began to blur and I blinked away the incoming tears.
"And she's ugly too with those dumb glasses. I would be ashamed to be seen with her." One giggles. Their words feel like a slap in the face,brutal and unforgiving.
I swallowed my bitter anger at their words. A few traitorous tears had managed to escape so I wiped the skin underneath my eyes angrily. I hated showing weakness.
I move off the toilet softly to not alert them of someone being there. But a little part of me knew that they probably are aware that I was in here. My slender fingers touch the walls of the stall as I peek through the slit in the bathroom.
I spotted a blonde and could barely see the other one. The blonde was busy applying lip gloss on her already looking sticky and shiny lips. I sighed bracing myself for the unavoidable outcome of this interaction when I get out of the stall.
I opened the door taking in their feigned stunned faces. They definitely knew I was in there. The brunette that I couldn't see properly a while ago stares at me with her brown eyes. A sly smirk crawling on her red stained lips.
"Oh Ashley is it? Sorry that you had to hear that." Her lips pouted and her blonde friend cackles. I narrow my eyes. I knew them, they were in my calculus class.
We've never talked before, in fact I thought I was invisible to them. No one cared to know me. Everyone just thought of me as Blake and Ryan's bestfriend that followed them around.
I breathed out in annoyance. "Stop with the fake apology, we both know you were aware I was in here." I said, calling out her bullshit.
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
Ashley's povMy heart is beating impossibly fast in my chest. The anxiety I was fighting off a few seconds ago is swirling in my stomach. I look away from Ryan and find myself staring at Blake.