Friends With The Air

Ashton

Ashton's POV
Hi my name is Ashton Peterson, I'm Sixteen. I live in California and go to school here as well.
I Have a lot of friends but that is because I am the most popular Boy in school. You would think that I would have a girlfriend but all the girls that like me, I dis like. I could have an girl that I want but the only girl that I want is an outcast and a loner. So I am trying to work out a way that I can ask her out, so that no one will know if she says yes. Anyway my best friends name is John, he is Brittany's brother. I usually ditch school but I am really trying stop ditching because Brooklyn needs for some one to look out for her. I was on my way out of school and saw Brooklyn walking home so I stopped
"Hey would you like a lift home?" I asked.
"No th-thank you.......... A-Ashton. I'm not that far from home." She proclaimed with a stutter.
Like for sure I know she would have to walk for another 2miles.
"Are you sure?" I said shyly.
"Nope I'm all good but thank you" she exclaimed more forcefully.
"GET IN THE TRUCK BROOKLYN" I yelled very loudly.
"O-k-a-y" she said as if she was sacred of me.
The entire drive to her house was silent but I knew that she wanted to talk.
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Brooklyn's POV
"Hey sorry yelled at you" Ashton spoke braking an unbearable silence
I just nodded. Because I was used to getting yelled at all the time by Nicole and her minions
"Brooklyn...... Brook..........." I stopped him as soon as he said Brook.
"I-I-I.... No one has called me Brook since........." I stopped straight away as soon as I realised what Iwas saying.
"Since what Brooklyn........Brook" He spoke but shut it when I yelled at him
"NO ONE CALLS ME BROOK GOT IT. NOT YOU, NOT MY MUM, NOT ANY ONE EVER!" i yelled so loud that I swear that the people we were driving past could hear me yelling at him. But I didn't give a damn.
"Ok sorry I didn't know that you didn't like it when people called you Brook" he sighed and put his hands up in a defensive gesture. We drove back to my house in complete and utter silence which really sucked.