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 words.
Now it was my turn to pick at my chipped nails. I took pleasure knowing that my comeback wasn't so bad after all. But maybe that was just the anger of seeing Blake kiss Stacy.
"We're best friends, remember? They tell me everything." I smirked smugly then strutted up to her. "I know every embarrassing thing you did to gain their attention Lucy, don't make me remind you ."
With one final glance at the two girls I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high. But I didn't feel confident, in fact I felt the opposite. This wasn't the first time this happened to me. It was like a continuous routine.
It felt like my feet weighed a ton as I move toward them, the boys who unknowingly made every girl despise me. I settle down on the chair. Ryan lifts his head from the phone and stares, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Hearing Ryan's words has Blake removing his attention from his very annoyed girlfriend. His blue eyes study my face. I remove my eyes away from him, afraid that he'll see what I've been hiding for years.
I turn to Ryan. "Nothing's wrong." I mumble, feeling nervous being the center of attention. I turn to face the table, noticing they already ordered. I reach for my fries and push it in my mouth.
"You look like you were crying little Ash, what's wrong?" Ryan questions again, this time seeming to be impatient. I swallowed roughly, not wanting to answer the question. I couldn't exactly say that I was crying because Blake was kissing Stacy. So I settled for a lie, a stupid one at that.
"It's nothing to be worried about. Some girl was taking a dump in the bathroom, the smell kinda made my eyes water, that's all." I rush out, still not lifting my head to gauge their reaction.'
The smell of poop made your eyes water? Really Ashley, that's the best you could come up with?
It's silent for a few seconds before Ryan burst out into loud laughter. The sound had everyone currently inside the restaurant stop what they're doing to see what had made him laugh so. I squirmed feeling their scrutinizing eyes on me.
"You." Ryan gasps out, tears rolling out from the corner of his eyes. "You- cried because someone shit smelled bad?" Ryan laughed. His voice was loud enough to make everyone hear.
An embarrassed blush crawls up my face and settles on my cheeks. I really should've left my hair down today. "Ryan shut up." I hissed reaching for the banana and chocolate milkshake. I gulped some and almost choked when he said those next words.
"Was it her shit that smelled so bad in there?" He questions, pointing at Lucy who was just getting out of the bathroom followed by her blonde friend. They both froze hearing Ryan's loud question. It was like he was doing it on purpose.
Does he want them to kill me the next time I'm alone with them? I was thankful for my snarky mouth this once. Who's to say I wouldn't get slapped in the face the next time?
I turned to Blake feeling utterly mortified and pleaded with him using my eyes to tell Ryan to stop. He draws in his bottom lip between his teeth, biting it to suppress his laughter. He reluctantly nods when he sees my discomfort from the attention.
"Ryan man, leave it be. You're embarrassing Ley." He chuckles. Stacy stiffen upon hearing the nickname he had given me. I wouldn't admit it out loud but I secretly loved it, though I act annoyed when he called me it.
"Why do you call her Ley?" She asks Blake, her darkened angry eyes burning a hole through my head. I shifted on the chair uncomfortably and sipped more of the milkshake.
Blake laughs pulling her closer. A jolt of jealousy has me removing my eyes away from the two. "Don't be jealous Stacy, it's just a nickname and I've told you that many times."
I could hear her protest but zoned her out. I didn't need to hear her annoying voice more than I should. Blake had been with her for a few months now. After he supposedly stopped sleeping around with countless girls. Some people thought referred to her as his miracle. I admit, it hurt to see that she was the one to stop his player ways.
She'd been the new girl and every guy wanted her except for Ryan. And to this day I still didn't have a clue as to why he resented her. Stacy had instantly caught Blake's attention the moment she walked in those halls of Western High. And she hated me the moment she set her eyes on my 5’2 self.
"So we're going to the party tonight." Ryan states.
I raise a brow drinking the last bit of my milkshake. "Tomorrow is a school day Ryan." I stated. I clearly didn't get why teenagers enjoy getting drunk, it's not a pleasing sight to see.
He rolls his eyes in exaggeration. "Oh come on Ashley, live a little."
"My dad wouldn't allow it." I shrugged . I actually loved that dad wouldn't allow me to, it's a good excuse. I could enjoy my time reading.
"Sneak out." He suggested.
I laugh, one empty of humor. " Yeah no."
"But we need a designated driver." He pouts.
"My hand hurts, I can't drive." I say dryly and push another fry in my mouth.
"Who cares if she comes, the girl enjoys her boring life. She can't handle a party." Stacy declared. I look at her, not liking the way her eyes were mocking. My fist clench on my thigh, hidden by the table. Anger course through my body wanting to show her that I could definitely handle a party. I can, couldn't I?
"You know what, I'm coming." I snap, fixing my glasses. Was this considered peer pressure?
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.
Ashley's povI look around, noticing the astonishment on everyone’s face. Their mouths were almost dropped to the floor in shock. I nibble on my lip and turn to stare at Ryan, whose eyes were wider than usua