A piece of advice for the future: never count on destroying something on your stupid friends that you should've destroyed yourself. Cause they are not the ones who will have to deal with the consequences of their action later.
For the last ten minutes, Ashton has been camping in front of my locker, refusing to move.
"Ashton, this isn't funny anymore, I have to get in the class, I can't be late twice in a row." Moreover my bag's kind of very heavy with the number of books I carried home yesterday.
Other times, Derek would be around me to deal with such situations. But since Ashton's buttface has been kicked off the team, the coach needed to talk with him before school.
Ashton, clad in dark jeans and a blue varsity jacket, shakes his head and remains unmoved.
Where are Miles and Grace now when I need them the most? I remember, they were with me until they saw Ashton. Before I could turn around, they were gone. Boom! Vanish in the air. Those traitors. First, they put me in this mess, and now they run away like the cowards they are.
They're lucky I love them.
The warning bell rings. I look at Ashton for one last time and throw my innocent puppy-like looks. He doesn't even look at my face.
With a defeated huff, I stomp my feet like a five-year-old and walk to Mrs. G's US Government class.
As I'm already late, there are only two seats available in the middle. I take the one in the corner column, staying as far as possible from Mrs. G.
After the final bell rings, Mrs. G walks in. Ashton Fellan follows her in.
Of course, he is in this class. He told me yesterday.
"He'll never learn," Someone sighs from beside me.
I glance to my side and find his friend Nyako, from yesterday's detention. I didn't even notice him. Among three of their trio, he's the quiet one. Which makes it more confusing how come he's the one with the detention championship medal.
I take the four-leaf clover out of my pocket and spin it with my fingers. Ashton slips a pass to Mrs. G and waves in our direction. Or precisely, in my direction and walks over to the empty seat behind me.
Wait, since when the seat behind mine was empty?
I turn and see the emo guy who was previously sitting behind me walking to the back of the class. I look at Ashton and raise a brow. He grins broadly.
I sigh. I can see how awesome this year is going to be.
Excuse the sarcasm.
Not five minutes later, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn over and Ashton smiles at me. "Do you have an extra pencil?"
I narrow my eyes. "Where's yours?"
"I forgot?" I roll my eyes and give him one of my many extra pencils.
Two minutes later, he taps again. Mrs. G is describing the Voting process on the blackboard, so she doesn't notice it.
I turn around again, trying to stay as patient as possible. "How may I help you?"
"Eraser?" He flashes his infamous million-watt smile, the one even I can't resist. Not that I'll admit it on his face.
I give him the eraser.
Tap tap!
I turn around this time without even watching out for Mrs. G.
"Do you need a book now?" I hiss.
Ashton doesn't seem to be affected by my words.
"Thanks for the offer but just the sharper will do." He holds out my now-broken-lid pencil.
I look across the row, Nyako is watching the exchange between us with amusement. "Why don't you ask your friend?"
"Not worth the shot, I can assure you." And of course, he had to ask me.
"And the girl behind you?" I raise an eyebrow.
"She's not you," he says in a childish voice.
"Great pickup line dude."
He winks. Before he can open his filthy mouth so make another sappy comment, Mrs. G calls our names. "Miss White, Mr. Fellan, everything okay?"
I turn around and see the whole class watching us. My cheeks turn red from embarrassment, I hate this kind of attention. The nasty look the whole class is giving us.
As if reading my mind, Ashton whispers, "Don't mind them, they're just jealous that the great Ashton Fellan is befriending with you and not them."
"Not now Ashton," I plead.
Mrs. G crosses her arms. "I'm waiting here," she says.
"Nothing ma'am-"
"Actually there is, Mrs. Gabriel," Ashton cuts me. I look at him and he sends a quick wink before turning back to Mrs. G. "I couldn't understand that College Voting part, so Kiara was explaining it to me. But it will be a great help if you repeat it."
And to my utmost horror, instead of getting angry, Mrs. G beams and starts explaining the whole thing again.
Maybe it's only because she's surprised that the boy who always comes top in her class but never pays attention to her lecture asked her to explain something related to her course to him.
With a squeeze on my arm, Ashton leans back on his chair.
Maybe Ashton isn't all that bad, I mean he just walked us out of trouble. I sigh and concentrate on the lecture for the sake of passing the course. And by passing, my parents expect at least a B.
Mrs. G explains the whole voting system all over again and asks if he understood the process this time. And like the good student he is, Ashton nods and thanks her. With a satisfying smile, Mrs. G moves to the next topic.
Tap! Tap!
"Psst do you have a-"
So much for a compliment.
The rest of the class continues like that. Ashton taps my shoulder, I turn around, and then he asks for something or just grins and leans back saying, "Just checking up on my neighbor."
After a while, I give up. He keeps tapping my shoulder and as annoying as it is becoming, I don't turn around.
Ashton gives up on tapping after a few tries.
'Maybe he finally got tired of annoying me,' I tell myself.
Not five minutes later, he finds a new hobby: playing drums using the pencil I lent him as drumsticks. Yet I don't turn around.
After a gazillion years later or so it felt, the bell rings. I pick up my things and almost run towards my locker before Ashton can catch up.
With a triumphant dance, I open my locker and throw my things inside. The next class is English Literature and then Social science and Chemistry before lunch.
Good thing Miles and Grace are in English with me.
Grace already saved a seat for me. Miles is sitting on the seat in front of ours.
"So which one of you will like to explain about this morning?" I ask as I sit down beside Grace.
"This morning?" Miles asks as if he has no clue what I'm implying to.
"What about this morning?" Grace blinks innocently.
I give her a skeptical look, not amused at all by the attempt.
Grace coughs and looks away. "Okay I remember now," she says.
"I think I've started remembering too. What do you do, goldfish brains after all," Miles pipes.
I roll my eyes. Where's their Oscars?
"So..." I cross my arms. "Anything you would like to say?"
Almost immediately, Miles kneels in front of me on the floor with his hands pressed together.
"I'm so so sorry Kiara. We said we'll be with you through it. But the thing is-" he gulps. "Whenever I see his face, I just can't help myself. You remember what he did to me on his first day in this town?"
I nod. A very tragic history indeed. For a second, I almost forgave Miles for ditching me this morning only to remember he is the reason I was dragged into this massacre in the first place.
"Yeah me too." We arch a brow and turn over to Grace. She grins guiltily. "Well not exactly, but after seeing that article yesterday, knowing Miles and I have an indirect hand it too- I had a nightmare last night. Ashton was chasing me with a saw wearing a hooded dress there. I woke up in the middle of the night," she pauses. "Ever since then, see him everywhere-Even now, right behind you Kiara."
"Nice tale Grace," I roll my eyes.
"No I think he's standing behind you," Miles says shakily and stands on his feet.
I stand up and whirl around, only to bump into a hard chest. I look up and find the devil grinning down at me with his full glory.
"Snow, I'm starting to think you have a fetish for having boys kneeling in front of you," he says.
"Not so cool Ass-ton." His friends snicker behind him. Ashton turns around and glares.
"Whatever, just get out of my way," he says. I smirk as the tips of his ears turn pink. Aww, who knew Ashton is such a cutie-pie?
Yikes, did I just say that?
"It's you who's standing on my way," I cross my arms and raise my chin high.
Ashton doesn't make another snarky comment and shoves past me to the seat behind mine. He smirks when he notices the look on my face.
"Get ready Snow," he says and leans back on his arms.
"Ready for what?" Miles asks in confusion. Owen gives us a puzzled look. Nyako shakes his head and slips in the seat behind him.
I shake my head and sit down traumatically. Grace squeezes my arm.
I wish that helped my case.
Mrs. Roth walks in just as the bell rings.
The chair behind mine creaks a little as Ashton leans forward and cracks his knuckles.
Here we go again.
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