I can't believe he's leaving today. My alnost boyfriend and sadly my only friend is leaving. I never really got close to Kalin, but we talked sometimes.
"Aww babe are you crying?"
I wipe my eyes and say, "no. My eyes are um sweating," I laugh.
Myles smirks and says, "That's the worst lie ever. Eyes are sweating?"
"Yeah, they had a hard time in the gym."
Myles chuckles and pulls me into a hug. "I would stay, but I have the show in London."
"I know, but when you leave, I'll have no friends."
"What do you mean?"
"I told you that no one in my school likes me right? Literally no one."
"Why not?"
"Because I did something...but I don't want to talk about it..."
Myles pulls me into another hug and kisses my forehead.
"It'll get better, I promise," Myles says.
~
"Flight 346 to London is now boarding."
I hug Kalin, Cam, and Jake. Then, I run to Myles and immediately kiss him.
"I'm going to miss you," he says.
"I'll miss you too," I say.
Tomorrow I have to face the kids in school. Wish me luck.
~
Beep beep beep beep
Will someone shut my alarm up? I am NOT going to school.
"Ashlynn that clock has been going.off for a while now...get up."
"Nope."
"I'll make you brownies"
I jump out of my bed and start getting ready, I want brownies.
Driving my car to school was terrible. Everyone keeps looking at me and whispering, "is that the car?"
I walk to my locker and unpack my bag.
"Freak!" some random guy shouts at me.
I ignore him.
"When I close my locker, I see the word 'Murderer' written on it"
I once again ignore it and walk to the last seat in the back of my math classroom. I'm pretty good at math, but i hate the subject with all my heart. When class is over, I hear a seat move close to me. It's this guy named Dylan. Dylan is the typical jock of the school, but for some reason, I've had a crush on him since freshman year. His face is literally perfection. Think young leo with a touch of Harry from on direction. Hot, right? And he has this smile that could probably cure depression, but what is he next to me right now?
"Ashlynn, so I've been meaning to ask you this for a while," Dylan says.
I look at him and urge him to continue.
"Mark is throwing a party tomorrow night and I kind of want you to be my date?"
"But what about Mackenzie?"
"We've been broken up for a month, we're not getting back together."
Yes, I'm with Myles BUT he hasn't asked me so be his girlfriend yet, so technically I'm single? I've been drooling over Dylan for years. I need to say yes.
"Yes Dylan, I'll be your date."
~
I don't have any cute dresses in my closet. Well, I do but they're not one of those slutty ones that I know everyone else would wear. I also don't wear makeup, so there's not much for me to do next. I grab a pair of flats, yes, flats and walk downstairs.
"Hey Grandma!"
"Hi sweetie. Why are you so dressed up?"
"Because I'm going to a party...I told you."
"You did? I must have forgot."
"Yeah, I figured..."
After talking to my grandmother, I get a call from Dylan and meet him outside my house.
"You look great," he says.
I slightly blush and go into his car. We speakk a bit during the ride, but he is very distant. It feels weird, but I ignore it and enjoy the fact that someone in the school acknowledged my existence. When we get to the party, Dylan leaves me alone to get drinks. After about ten minutes, he comes back and says, "I've got a few friends that I'd like you to meet."
I happily follow Dylan until I'm in a section with the popular people in my grade, his friends. However, as soon as they see me, they laugh and one guy high 5s Dylan.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it bro."
They each handed him ten bucks and Mackenzie basically attacks him with kisses. This was a bet, I was a bet. Before my eyes tear up, I take my plastic cup and throw it at Dylan while calling him a "little fuckboy."
"Ahh be careful where you throw things," says Mackenzie, "you don't want to kill him too."
I quickly run out of the house and start crying. How could I have been so stupid? Why would anyone from that place ever like me? I'm honestly not worth it for anyone. I should have died that day, not my mom.
I take a cab home and run into my room.
YouTube.com----> Kalin and Myles No Ordinary Girl.
You've got that kind of smile that'll get about 100,000 notes if I seen it on tumblr.
While singing along, I wipe my tears and blow my nose occasionally. I turn around and see my old blades still in the trash can. Those blades will never hurt me again, so long as I have Kalin and Myles.
