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
Ashley's pov"Don't worry daddy we'll get a ride on Ryan after school." I said then closed the door of the car. The window rolls down."Don't forget you're grounded young lady, so no coming home late." He warns.I rolled my eyes before adjusting my bag. "I know dad." I huffed.Arden comes out of the car, banging the door louder than needed. "Such a baby." He mocks and sticks out his tongue when I shoot him with a glare.Dad's head snaps to face him and smiles. "Bye to you too son, don't get into trouble." He teases. With a silent groan Arden nods. He hated when dad teased him in public, not that anyone was paying attention. Or were they?"Take care of your brother Ashley." He says before telling us he loves us then drives off. I stare at his disappearing car and sighed, turning around."I don't get why dad thinks I'm causing trouble, I'm totally innocent." He grunts winking at a very older blonde girl who was passing by.
Ashley's pov"You're late." Mr. Simon says in a blunt scowl. I halt in the doorway, bracing my palm on the wooden door frame. Heat started in my neck and radiated upward into my cheeks.
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