Breaking the Bad Boys heart...

Holy mother of girl-world

Chapter 5- Holy mother of girl-world

Ashley looked up from his desk as I walked in. I was carrying a bag that held a shirt. You see, me and Jas we went shopping last night for the most horrible, embarrassing shirt could find and we definitely found an embarrassing one; that’s for sure.

“Look, I’m really sorry about your shirt!” I handed over the bag before taking a seat at the front.

“Don’t worry” Ashley shouted; just wait till you see it I thought. I heard the bag rustle then the class erupt into laughter. I turned around to see Ashley holding it quizzingly.

“Do you like it?” I mouthed innocently. He nodded his head sweetly even though by the blush in his cheeks it was obvious he didn’t.

After registration, I was making my way out the door but I felt Ashley tugging on my arm.

“Thanks for the shirt” He smiled.

“You’re welcome, I felt so bad about the other one” I bit my lip, my tears welled up. Wow. I never knew I could fake cry?

“Listen, Lo. It’s no problem. I’d had it for a week anyway, it was old” He laughed; pulling me into a hug. Ashley smelt like peppermint; I could stay like this forever. Wait! I was supposed to be breaking his heart. I pulled away instantly.

“As long as it’s okay?” I breathed heavily, giving the impression I was nervous.

“It’s perfect…like you” I couldn’t help the heat that rose to my cheeks. Ashley made me feel like one in a million; like I was the only girl in the world. But hey, he’s a player; that’s what he’s known for.

The rest of the day went slowly; lesson after lesson. I used to love school; I used to be the girl that had all her assignments done on time. But not now, hell no. I was the girl that teased Ashley Jackson. I was the girl that made Ashley Jackson blush. Holy mother of girl-world, I was the girl that Ashley Jackson called perfect.

The rest of the day went slowly; lesson after lesson. I used to love school; I used to be the girl that had all her assignments done on time. But not now, hell no. I was the girl that teased Ashley Jackson. I was the girl that made Ashley Jackson blush. Holy mother of girl world, I was the girl that Ashley Jackson called perfect.

I looked at the clock watching it turn minute by minute wishing upon lunch. I wish school was like bed when you close your eyes it’s the time you want to be. I always try this at school but I either wake up seconds later or sleep through the whole period. The second option does not go down well…let’s just say the teachers aren’t too impressed.

Anyway back on subject I was looking at the clock but it was taking like centuries. I rolled my eyes; trying to concentrate on the work but to me Shakespeare just talks gibberish! I mean what’s thy meant to mean? They? Try? Thigh?

 And Romeo and Juliet, they always confuse me. I mean it’s a little over the top but hey! That’s the 14th century for you- depressing. I’m sure as hell happy, I wasn’t born then…everyone was against the poor couple. So yeah, I don’t like English. I mean I can speak it, that’s enough right?  I don’t need to know how to paragraph and things like that, it’s not like I’ll be speaking and people will stop you saying you forgot to paragraph your words. No they won’t unless they are proper wacky or annoying.

Finally the bell rang, I couldn’t be more relieved, I literally ran out the classroom okay that’s a lie; more like galloped; I’m unique, that’s more than you can say for most of the cheerleaders.

Everyone was sitting laughing, and flirting. Okay more like just flirting. Sometimes I think it’s easier to be a boy, I mean you don’t have to go over the top to catch someone’s attention. I don’t even know how to flirt properly; I don’t fit into girl world.