Ashley ✓

Sixteen | Follow Me

SOTC: Hide Away by Daya

I sped away from the girl's bathroom at such a pace I could've flown off the floors of West High. The erratic movement of my lungs kickstarted heart palpitations that could've induced a heart attack.

It only added to the sheer terror whipping my body.

All I could do was pray to any god I read in a book and more gods in case those gods didn't exist that Jordyn believed she met Ashley- the queen, the sadist, the sociopath— and not her destroyed form.

Plus that I brought up points that wouldn't get me jumped even when I punched her where it definitely hurts.

Otherwise I was definitely screwed.

"What did Jordyn say to you?"

My feet ceased movement as if the words slammed them like the break of a Jeep going 150mph in a parking lot while trying to flee a mall cop whose brows desperately shrieked for a cheap Sephora liner.

Before you ask, even though it's extremely specific, I've never committed such a heinous crime.

Anyway, that voice belonged to Mustafa Fadahunsi.

His muscular figure leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Dark beige and white patterned itself on the checkered scarf wrapped around his head today. His freshly trimmed beard showcased itself around his pink lips, which were molded into a semi-straight line.

"What do you mean?" I instinctively asked.

"I know you were in there with Jordyn."

Fear shot through my chest in the speed of the bullet killing my mother.

He couldn't have heard everything.. right?

Mustafa continued. "I saw you go into the bathroom during passing period and Jordyn asked Ms. Zigenhorn to go as soon as class started. She whispered some shit to her best friend beforehand, so I assumed she went for you."

"What did you hear?" I blurted.

"I didn't hear shit from here."

Oh thank fucking God or Zeus or Venus or Allah or whichever god answered my prayers!

"So why are you here?" I asked when the pressing matter hit me.

"Cause I knew she was gonna confront you. If you've paid attention to half the conversations in this school, you'd know I was different last year, and she was part of that different me. She was once the... girl I fucked the most."

I crossed my arms, peering to the floor as a quiet decibel of an, "Oh." Rung out from my vocal cords.

"So what she say to you?"

"To stay away from you," I admitted after a moment.

Mustafa raised an eyebrow. "No punches thrown?"

Funny you should ask. "She didn't hit me or anything if you were wondering." I technically truthfully confessed.

"She said something that bothered you." When I didn't answer right away, Mustafa lowered his head to view my face. "You can tell me. I hate her the most in this school, and that's saying something."

I shrugged, my crossed arms moving with my shoulders. "I'd rather not," I muttered somewhat audibly.

There was a pause.

"Wanna skip class?"

My sockets widened. "What?"

"Skip," Mustafa repeated. "You really wanna go back into Zigenhorn's and face Jordyn? Plus, I wanna leave, too. Some of my ex-friends just walked in there, and I don't wanna see them no more."

"Um..."

"You know you want to."

So I sighed a, "Fine. Yeah, that's fine." Dammit why did I have to sound like that?

"Then follow me, Ashley."

Storytime with SodaPop!

Today, I was in a public bathroom washing my hands when this 15/10 girl walks in (like she was freaking GORGEOUS) and she washes her hands as well. After contemplating whether I should say it after a while, I tell her that I thought she was pretty. She literally turns to me and said my compliment made her entire day and that she thought I was super pretty, too LIKE BRO TYSM THAT IS A HONOR!