Family Troubles || Redlyn

Passing Notes

Big Red's POV

Ashlyn hadn't told me anything about how convincing her parents to let us date again was going, since we barely talked. When her dad came in town, I was nervous. If I was her, the second my parents were in the same room, I would beg for us to be together. But maybe she would miss the opportunity, or the opportunity would go wrong.

I couldn't focus much in class that day. All we were doing was studying. I've never been the best at focusing, but today was a different level.

"Dude." Ricky glared at me from his seat, whispering.

"Yeah?" I asked, snapping out of my daydreams of actually dating my girlfriend. Or whatever she was currently.

"Stop tapping your pencil on your desk, you've been doing it for like 5 minutes straight." He said. I released he was right and stopped.

"Sorry." I apologized. I began to try and focus again. My eyes went to the same place they had been when the class started, before I made myself stop: Ashlyn.

She had recently moved into my class, despite the fact she was a sophomore.

I didn't manage to stop looking at her until my eyes started watering and I became more aware of my surroundings. I kept looking at the work I had to do now, but I still didn't focus. I blinked back my tears.

A pencil rolled under my seat, which I quickly picked up and looked around to see who's it was. And it had to be Ashlyn's. It took her walking over some and me leaned over an empty desk to give it back to her. She gave me a small smile, which I knew was forced. It only made my eyes begin to water more.

"Are you o—"

"No." I whispered, turning back to my work so our talking wouldn't disrupt the class. She already knew what was wrong.

"I—" she cut herself off and went back to her seat. I watched her walk away, and she was now looking upset. Maybe she had been before, but I had only seen the back of her head up until that point.

A minute later, I felt Ricky nudge me. I turned to him, who handed me a small piece of paper. I unfolded it, realizing it was Ashlyn's handwriting.

I'm not the best either. I love you.

I looked over to her, giving her a sad smile which she returned.

Of course, the moment was quickly ruined when our teacher noticed us passing notes.