Oliver’s POV “She seems to be by the main door already” Declan states. “I can see that, where is Duncan?” I ask him, since he seems to be nowhere in sight. “He is coming, he went back to get something from the library” he tells me “Oh, okay” “Hope you didn’t have to wait for so long” I ask Ash, on getting to her side. “Nope” “But you will still going to wait more, we have to wait for my brother” Declan tells her. Looking at her side view as she waits silently, her pose attracts more attention than someone who throws herself around to get validation. She seems to have softened my heart, without much conversation with her, she has affected me. Maybe it is because of our first encounter, how arrogant she spoke and behaved, maybe that was what drew me in. Or maybe it was because of what I heard from Damien when we talked at the party of how she answered him. Or what I’ve heard about her, which of course is not much apart from the rumors of her old school, which no one had been
Getting home, I immediately rush to my bathroom to take a very long much needed shower. I’m not the type to stay long in the showers, but being in a stranger’s house, for that number of hours make me itchy most times, especially now.Getting out of the shower feeling quite refreshed, I get into a very comfortable clothing which is basically grey in color. This makes me feel like I live in a fucking grey area. Fuck shit!Bringing out my AP Biology textbook, I start reading before I am interrupted by a slam on the front door.“I’m home” my Dad yells out.Which makes me think of different reasons why he should fucking yell, like the house is not that big, and with that fucking slam of the door, then I should be able to know that he is back, not minding the fact that I locked the door with the key and apart from me, he is the only person that has the key to the front door.“Hey, I said I’m home” my dad says, suddenly opening my door.“Okay” I mumble.“Young lady, that is no fucking way to
“What the fuck, you should have given me a fucking notice before you yell like that” she retorts“Well you should have given us a little bit of a warning before you dropped that bomb on us” I snap back at her.“Weren’t you the one that asked about what happened?” she rhetorically question.“Were you guys talking about me?” someone suddenly ask.Looking only to discover that it is of course the one and only Declan, the guy is too self-absorbed for Christ’s sake.“And of course there is someone that thinks everything is about him” I whisper in a loud tone for him to hear.“Hey midget, watch your tone with me” he warns me, and of course I can’t go down without a fight.“Hey, vacuous, whose thinking is much lower than that of a chicken” I retort back.“What did you just say to me?” he asks angrily.“Although I do not even expect you to know the meaning of vacuous, you are to dumb to know that, right?” I reply him“Now he is not only an idiot, but also deaf, what can cure this” I reply him
Ashley's POV"Are you seriously holding my hand?" I ask Oliver calmly. He immediately lets go like a hot potato and apologizes. "Why do you hate me?" he asks, curious."Why do you want to behave like a typical high school bully?" I retort."You see, kiddo, there's more to things than behaving like a cringe-y kid, like a cringe-y movie you want to sleep through," he says, trying to be profound."And you talk like an old lady," he scoffs."And you wonder why I don't want to have anything to do with you," I answer dully. Conversing with someone who makes my IQ duller is both dampening and stressful.Done with the conversation, I pull Katya along with me, who was outside the room listening in."You just like messing with fire," Katya says, still in awe of the interaction."Does it look like I'm messing with fire?" I ask her, shrugging."Does it not look like it to you?" she asks, looking at me in disbelief."Look," she starts, holding my arm to stop me from walking. "I love that you're b
Ashley’s POV“Don’t worry, you are going to like the place, it is quiet and also safe, uhh--, so I’m told, and again you are going to make new friends, start anew, there is nothing bad in that, hon” my Dad tells me, glancing at me from the rear mirror. I don’t know, but I maybe to check my reaction, even though he knows he can’t get any from me.“but they are not my fucking friends, they are fucking different, the place is fucking different dad, entirely different, different environment, different school, different neighbor or neighbours, who knows whether one them is a creep or a pervert or some stalker” I tell him, waving my hand frantically to get my point across to him and looking at him through the rear mirror.“oh God, don’t give me that crap” he tells me, waving his hand in a dismissing way, “you don’t even consider those from your old school as friends, don’t give me that shit” he adds.“but I am still familiar with them, I know them at the least, what ‘bout a creep being our
One week later “Get your ass down here Ash” My dad yells at me “I’m coming, let me put on my shoes, just a minute please” I tell him putting on my sneakers and tying my lace tightly, we don’t want it to come undone now, do we? “Make sure you tie your lace tightly if you are wearing one of your sneakers, you know how clumsy you can be most times” He tells me, reminding me of one of my weaknesses, if not the only one. “and get your ass down here now” he adds. “I know, thanks for reminding me of how clumsy I can be” I tell him coming out of my room to the kitchen, or the sitting room, I don’t know, they are both connected. “And don’t forget to keep your headphones in your bag at school, I don’t want you to be reported on your first day at your new school” he tells me, seeing me picking up my headphones on the bean bag where I left it at yesterday. “I know, I will try my best” I tell him, reassuring him. “And--” “And make sure you keep your head low and don’t cause trouble, I know
Going up the stairs since the elevator is only used for emergency purposes and for teachers, I would have used it on a normal day, but since this is my first day in this school, I do not want to cause any type of trouble or troubles. Since I take self defense classes and I work out a lot, taking the stairs was not really tiring, but it’s not something to look forward to early in the morning or if you’re late for class. “Hey, move it, you’re not the only one taking the stairs” a dude churlishly tells me “Why don’t you fucking fly, don’t fucking rush me asshat” I tell him, getting annoyed with the way some stranger is speaking to me. “you should also move out of the way, a lot of people have somewhere to go” he tells me “then you should have come earlier, or you should fucking take the elevator darling” I tell him, now facing the dickhead that has been speaking. “Just move” he says on getting to the second floor which I believe would be for the sophomores. I move climb the rest of
Knocking on the door, that is after calming myself down because of the messy situation that just happened.“Come in”“Hello ma’am, I’m new here, I am to get my locker number and also my class schedule here”“Oh, you’re Ash right, the new student” she asks“Yes ma’am”But not to seem like a rude person, I did not point out that the fact that I just told her that I’m new.“Just call me Mrs. Palma” she tells me, handing me my class schedule and my locker key which has my locker number on it.“Okay ma”“So, that’s your class schedule, we were told that you only AP classes in science and two electives” she tells me, which sounds more like question, seems like she doesn’t believe I can do well because of the statement she made next.“But, it is not too late to switch to normal classes” she tells me, trying to counsel me, not that I asked for any.“I’m okay with this schedule” I tell her, getting impatient.She eyes me, I think she is trying to judge me by my looks, wearing a black baggy tro