Itâs been exactly four days.
Exactly four days since my fight with Ethan and mom. And both of them were doing an excellent job at ignoring me. Honestly, I was getting tired of giving mom the silent treatment but luckily, she wasnât around much.
Work was keeping her busy. Either that or she was just staying at her office in order to ignore me.
Speaking of ignoring, Ethan had turned invisible. The last time I saw him- well, his back, was when he had ran into me. He wasnât around during break or lessons. We have had Chemistry and English once each and he wasnât there to attend any of them.
Just as Erica had promised, she hadnât spoken to him. She agreed on letting me talk to him myself later. Abby, on the other hand, keeps throwing tantrums regularly about how Ethan is a beeping idiot. I didnât know Abby had such an aggressive side. Michael managed to get her to promise to not talk to Ethan either because I was the one who was supposed to do that.
Iâve come to a conclusion that Iâm not going to find out what happened that night; Iâm going to drop it since Iâm alive. Today, Iâm going to hunt Ethan down and make him listen to me. He has to listen to me. Iâm going to explain exactly what happened and apologize for not understanding him. Okay, maybe not the apologizing part. I sighed as I mentally tried to prepare a speech that I was going to tell Ethan.
Mom came down the stairs and walked towards the door, leaving it open. I grabbed my bag and followed her to the car after shutting the door and locking it behind me. Okay, thatâs it. Iâm not going to stay quiet anymore. We need to talk I need to know what her thoughts are on about moving to Australia.
Speaking of which, I still havenât told anyone about it. I just canât.
Sitting in the car, I said, âWe need to talk.â
âHappy realization, sweetie,â she replied sarcastically.
I narrowed my eyes.
No. Focus. Donât lose your temper again.
âThank you,â I muttered. âMom, I really donât want to move. I feel like Iâm really fitting in well here. I donât want to restart again.â
She exhaled. âOf course you donât. I know that. Especially, since you have a boyfriend.â
My eyes widened as my eyebrows knit together. âIâm sorry, did you say boyfriend?â
She nodded with a sly smirk. âYouâre a pretty bad liar.â
âJust when I thought I was getting better at it,â I mumbled, earning laughter from mom. âHow did you find out?â
âI found out after that little âcockroachâ sneaked into your room. Tell him that I donât want him doing that again, by the way,â she warned with a serious look.
I blushed lightly and gave her a nod.
âI understand, Ash,â she said with a sigh. âBut if I reject a promotion, theyâre going to assume I canât handle it. Rejecting a promotion will result in them never wanting to trust with me such a position again because theyâre going to think that Iâm not capable of it. Besides, donât you see how it would be for us to move?â
âI really donât, mom,â I snapped.
âIf you do not want to co-operate with me then Iâm just going to do what I think is right for you and me,â she stated.
It felt as if the slight laughter that had managed to bubble out of her had drowned in the blink of an eye.
Mom slowed down and just as I was about to get down, she said, âWeâre moving to Australia, Ashley whether you like it or not.â
I pretended to ignore her even though it was obvious that I heard her and walked out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. I walked past the classes angrily. As I saw the laughing figures of Abby, Michael and Erica, I decided that I wasnât going to tell them. Not yet.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me into a dark classroom. I shrieked as my eyes widened with fear, but my shriek was muffled under someoneâs palm. Specifically, it was a boyâs hand. Without thinking, I lifted my knee up with force and it connected exactly between the boyâs legs. The hand was immediately taken off my mouth and I heard a grunt followed by a loud groan.
When the face moved into the faint light coming in through the tinted windows, my eyes widened and my hands flew to cover my mouth.
It was Jared.
âJared! Iâm so sorry! I-I didnât know it was you!â I exclaimed.
He was crouching as he held up one finger. âJ-just give m-me a mi-minute, please.â
I nodded and did the only thing that wouldâve been normal. I started laughing. My position matched his crouched one as I held my stomach and laughed. I bit the insides of my mouth to stop myself from laughing when Jared shot me a glare.
When both of us relaxed, I asked, âWhy did you pull me into this classroom?â
âTo talk to you,â he replied simply.
âSo, you thought pulling me into a random classroom would be the best option?â I inquired with a hint of sarcasm.
âAfter what happened,â he said, motioning his hands around his lower body. âNo.â
I giggled. âYou couldâve just asked me to meet you here instead of grabbing me and covering my mouth like a psychotic kidnapper.â
âIâll keep that in mind next time, thank you,â he responded with a flat face.
âWhen did you come back?â I asked, changing the topic to suppress my laughter.
âLast night,â he said impatiently.
âIs this about the text?â I asked.
âYes,â he replied, buying time to probably decide how to phrase his thoughts.
âWhat did you want to talk about? I prodded.
He looked up to meet my eyes and said, âI know what happened to you that night with Austin.â
A/N- Let the "I hate you so much for the cliffhanger!" messages rise!
Yes, I know this chapter is short but when I was writing, I felt that this was where I wanted to stop, so I did. :P
Don't worry, the next chapter is going to be good. Everything will be revealed. :D
Even though, everything is going to be revealed, I want to see what you guys think, so please feel free to leave your assumptions about 'the night' below! :D