Monday, 28 December 2009
06:45:49 AM (GMT)
I closed my black school locker and was greeted by my best friend, Anthony.
"So," He shook his blonde head to mes up his hair. "I, heard you kissed Ashley
yesterday." I turned to him, and he had his stupid coy smile on his face. "How come
you didn't tell your best friend about it? Is that the reason why you broke up with
Codie last year?" He asked. I sighed, he should mind his own business.
"You know the reason. She's touring. But, I prefer guys over girls anyway." I
shrugged and walked away. He placed his hand on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
"What?" I didn't bother to look at him. Anthony didn't answer. "I'll tell you later."
With that, I went to class.
The rest of my day was a bore. I got dragged into my usual crew at lunch while
Ashley sat bu himself. After school was better.
"Ashley!" I called out, a red headed girl looked at me. "Ash!" She turned back
around and realized I wasn't calling her. Across the street I saw some skaters
laughing at one person. And hat person was on the floor, holding broken glasses. I
jogged across the street, ignoring yells and car honks.
"Are you okay?" I asked, offering my hand. The guy looked up at me, turned out,
that guy was Ashley. "Are you okay, Ashley?" I asked, formally. He got up and brushed
the dirt off his his clothes and shoved the useless glasses in his back pocket.
"Let's go guys." Without waiting for an answer, he pushed off and skated down the
sidewalk. His friends followed him. Anthony's brother Micheal tossed me a crumpled
paper and took off after them. I unfurlled the scrap paper and read it to myself;
I knew this was going to happen. Ash is such a closet gay(lol). Anywyas, here's
his number. Don't tell him I gave it to you He'll throw a bitchfit at me. He really
likes you. Since freshman year.
I finshed reading a nine digit number on the bottem. I folded it neatly and put it in
my back pocket. I'll surprise him later.